Barn Whore

As your slave, I never know what will be coming next. It’s part of the fear and excitement that makes me belong to you not just in practice, but in my soul.

       One night, as I sleep in my cage after a long day of cleaning houses naked except for stiletto heels, leather cuffs and collar, and clothespins, you wake me up by pouring a bucket of cold water on me. Since I’m gagged - as usual - I can’t actually protest, and there’s no escape, the cage is designed so I can only fit in it while curled into a ball. You pull me out, drag me by the collar to the corner where there is a drain and some chains, and haul me into the air by my ankles, cuffing my hands behind my back. You shove your cock into my pussy and piss away, turning me on immediately. I love it when you use one of my holes as a urinal, it makes me feel so alive. I figure this is the start of torture-fuck session, and I’m excited.

       After you’re done pissing in my pussy, you turn on the hose - cold water, of course - and wash me off, including shoving the head of the hose into my pussy, making me shake and shiver with the chill. While still tied upside down you plow my asshole, and although I love the feeling, I can’t cum because of how rough you’re being and how cold I am. But I’m happy.

       Once you’re done cumming, you let me down, but don’t uncuff my wrists. You strap a pair of high-heeled boots on me, attach a leash to my collar, blindfold me, and lead me out. That immediately scares and thrills me. I’m completely naked, I’m outside, and I don’t know who can see me, where we’re going or what is about to happen. I’m still gagged, which is good, because it keeps me from begging you to tell me where we’re going. If I did ask, you’d probably punish me for it.

       With little regard for my comfort you throw me into the trunk of your car. This is a place I’ve spent time before, it’s nothing new. You’ve modified the standard trunk, it has a hard metal surface with ridged surface to make my ride as uncomfortable as possible. And just to make sure that I won’t be able to sleep during the ride, you shove a freshly peeled ginger root into my ass and tape in with duct tape. The burning pain, especially since you just sodomized me without mercy, keeps me awake and crying during what seems like a long ride.

       When we arrive at our destination it is morning, I can feel the sun on my skin even though I’m blindfolded. I’m left standing for a while as I hear your footsteps walk away. After some time I hear you and others coming back chatting. All male voices. My nipples stand at attention with excitement, I’m about to be gang banged, probably tortured, and the day is just beginning.

       “...that’s the whore?” I hear voice 1.

       “That’s her. What do you think?” I hear your voice.

       There’s a sigh. “She’ll do, I guess. We like them a bit younger but we don’t have anyone else for this week’s show. She’ll do as she’s told?” Voice 2 asks.

       “If not, use any means you want to motivate her.” You say. And my blood runs cold. You know I’ll cooperate with anything... Within reason. So what is about to be asked of me that any means can be used? What is the show?

       The duct tape is ripped off my ass. “Piss and shit.” Voice 3 orders.

       Awkwardly I squat, so that I don’t get the boots dirty. I can only imagine the show I’m already putting on, gagged, blindfolded, hands cuffed behind my back, wearing only knee high hooker boots, and squatting in front of several unknown men to relieve myself. But I’m well trained, so I do as told. There are a few comments of approval about my obvious obedience, apparently an important trait. It hurts when the ginger comes out and I whimper around my gag. When done a hose is turned on me again, I remain squatting until told to stand.

       My gag is taken out. “You will not speak any words until told otherwise.” Voice 2 orders me. I assume this means I shouldn’t nod either, so I just stand passively.

       A straw is shoved in my mouth. “Suck.” I’m ordered, so I do. It’s some sort of mix of vitamin beverage and other mashed up items. It tastes horrible, but I’m used to sucking on things that repulse me and swallowing them. I am at various times a urinal, a cum hole and anything else that suits my owner. I suck away without hesitation, swallowing as quickly as I can, until there are just suction sounds.

       Another straw is inserted in my mouth, I swallow a large cup full of water. 

       Then I’m yanked forward on my leash, obediently I follow. My boots wobble along packed earth and then wood and I sense we’re inside. I smell straw and animals, and my cunt starts throbbing. Maybe I’m going to be tied up like an animal and whipped...

       “Here’s the deal whore,” voice 2 says, sounding almost bored, “we put a show on every week on the internet. The cunt that was supposed to be our entertainment this week ended up being sold to a Mexican bordello. Guess she pissed off her owner.”

       My cunt starts leaking thinking of how I could be used at that kind of establishment.

       “So we’re going to use you. Here is how the show works. There are five types of animals we keep here. The first two we use on you the same way each time. The other three we let the audience decide. Based on how you perform during the first two, the audience will decide how you will be used with the others.”

       Animals?!!... I yell in my head, but not out loud. And at the same time as I’m horrified, I’m getting turned on. Of course, animals. I am an animal, I should be used by animals, it only makes sense.

       My blindfold is removed. I am in a barn. I can’t see any of the animals yet, but I can see the three men, you’re nowhere around. They’re wearing masks, so I can’t make out their faces. But even a quick glance reveals plenty of cameras, covering all angles. I’m going to be on display, to who knows how many people. You’ve rented me out. I only hope I’ll perform well and bring in enough money to please you.

       There’s a wooden table with shackles. My hands are uncuffed, my boots removed, and I’m tossed on my back on the table and shackled spread eagled, with my legs up in the air, wide open.

       “Her tits aren’t as firm as I’d like.” One of them comments, and I blush with shame. My tits are big, and gravity does what it does.

       “They’ll do.” Another says shortly. Paste of some sort is applied on my nipples, clit, cunt - including about an inch into my hole down to my ass crack. The men back away.

       Within seconds about a dozen cats descend on me, meowing. They eagerly start licking away at the paste with rough sandpaper tongues, making me first squeal and then cry out. I remember the rule, no words, and I make sure to keep my sound incoherent. I remind myself that I am an animal. And... Even though it’s hurting, it also feels kind of good at the same time. I start shaking my hips, hoping the licking, painful as it is will lead to an orgasm. I’ve been denied for several days...

       Then the licking turns into nibblings. The cats are trying to get every scrap of the paste, and they don’t care what it does to me. It’s stops being remotely pleasant, and it is all pain, as their sharp teeth worry away at my nipples, my clit, my cunt lips, the tender skin on the inside of my ass cheeks. I cry out in pain and try to thrash and make them go away, but they’re used to ignoring whores like me.

       It goes on and on, the mix of their teeth and tongues, rubbing away the top layer of my skin, puncturing through in a few places leaving small trickles of blood. I cry and whimper but through it all I remember not to use words. In my head I keep chanting that I am an animal, and I cannot speak like humans.

       Eventually the cats get bored with me. I lie back and let the tears flow down the sides of my face, but I comfort myself knowing this was the first animal, and there are only four left to go. After a few minutes the men come out and they clap approvingly. “Good job cunt, the audience seems pleased with your first round.” One of them says. Another grabs both my nipples with gloved hands and pulls on them, examining them in a scientific manner. He takes out a bottle of alcohol from a pocket and pours some directly on my nipples, to purify my wounds.

       Expectedly, this hurts insanely, and I scream. This makes them laugh. My cunt lips are opened without regard for me and more alcohol is poured on those tender areas. I scream some more and the men comment to each other that I’m turning out to be quite a bit of fun. Especially as even though I’ve been screaming in pain, my cunt is completely wet. They take pleasure in telling me this. One of them sticks three rubber gloved fingers roughly into me and makes me lick my pussy juices off. I wonder if this is being recorded as well.

       Finally they unshackle me and make me get on my feet. I’m hosed off again, by now I’m getting used to it. They lead me on the leash towards a doorway, one of them carrying a handheld video camera to augment the other cameras, I guess. They seem excited about what is about to happen.

       I’m led into an open area of the barn where two large dogs are being held on chains. As soon as they see me they go into a frenzy of barking and pulling at their chains. I don’t know what breed they are, it isn’t something I know much about. All that I know is that they’re terrifying, they’re clearly focused on me. Are they going to bite me?

       One of the men kicks my ass and I stumble forward. I’m forced towards a block of wood and bent over it. More shackles are locked on me. I’m tightly secured, there is absolutely no give.

       “Some advice,” the man who has just tightened my wrist shackles says to me, “lie absolutely still, the boys will be nicer to you if you’re submissive. And if you want the audience to like the show - and believe me you do - you’ll bark and howl like a bitch while they’re using me.”

       This I can handle, I think. I’ve contemplated being fucked by a dog, I’ve masturbated to it. I’ve had my cunt licked out by a dog before - which was much more pleasant than the cats’ licking. As long as the dogs don’t savage me... I shiver. Why are they so incessant? Why are they barking like this?

       As if reading my mind one of the men explains that the dogs are regularly fed extra testosterone and today have been given small amounts of viagra... They’re trained rape dogs, trained to violate whores like me. I shudder and feel more wetness gathering in my pussy. I’m going to be fucked by dogs.

       The dogs are unleashed. They circle me for a minute barking wildly, and I notice the men have backed away. They growl at each for a few seconds, and one of them backs down. The winner climbs up my back with front paws. It hurts, I can feel his nails digging into my back leaving furrows. He nips at my shoulder and back, and instinctively I can tell he is asserting his dominance over me. I remain perfectly still.

       Then he starts thrusting, searching for the hole.  To my disappointment - disappointment? I’m disappointed? What is wrong with me and my desires - he is trying to enter my asshole. Breathing deeply I relax those muscles. No need to make this hurt any worse. Between you sodomizing me less than a day ago, the hours with the ginger root in my ass and the cats licking, that hole is not as happy as usual for penetration.

       But I have no choice. I am a bitch, and if I am being honest... I am a bitch in heat. The head of the penis penetrates, without any regard for my feelings. I whimper in pain, and remembering what the man told me, I give an experimental bark. From far away I hear the men’s laughter, humiliating and degrading laughter. It only turns me on more.

       And then I’m being penetrated, and fucked in the ass by a dog. I express my feeling through barking and whimpering, which makes the dog fucking me growl as he rapidly pumps away at my bruised and abused asshole. The other dog, just to remind me he’s there, nips at my hanging breasts every minute or so. But I can’t deny that I’m aroused and that a part of me is loving that I’m being watched by who knows how many strangers in my latest violation. I’m a whore, I’m a cum dump and I am now literally a dog’s bitch. Actually I’m even luckier, I belong to two dogs.

       They take a very long time to cum. Is it because of the viagra? Is it because I’m human and they’re physiologically designed to fuck dog pussy, not human asshole? I wonder about this as my asshole gets rawer and rawer. The second dog is no gentler than the first, and if anything demands more submission from me. I have to keep my head bowed and my whimpering and barking to a low tone, otherwise he nips at my neck painfully.

       Finally, after an eternity, they are done. The men come out and put them back on chains.

       “You love being fucked by dogs, don’t you?” One of the men says to me.

       I almost answer but then remember the rule, no human words. So I bark in response, eliciting laughter from the men. The one with the handheld camera walks all around me, filming me up close. He grabs my chin and forces me to look directly into the lens, to face all those unknown people who have just seen me enjoying being sodomized by two dogs. And I can feel that the desire hasn’t gone out of my face. He also seems to take a long time shooting my asshole that is oozing dog cum...

       “Congratulations bitch,” one of the men says, “the audience is pleased with your performance, even if you’re old and ugly.”

       I flush at those words. They make me sad, but I can’t deny their truth. I’m not a bouncy 20-something-year-old with a firm body and a cute face. My only value is the entertainment I can provide with my suffering and submission.

       I’m not terribly surprised when I’m led into a stall with a horse next.

       “Because you did well on the first two tasks, you get to suck this horse’s cock. Be grateful, there are worse things that could’ve been done to you.” The man laughs, and I wonder what could’ve been done to me, and I maybe want the alternative...

       As if reading my mind one of the other men says, “two weeks ago we had a whore who didn’t know her place in relation to animals. So we strapped her into a chastity belt with extra large dildos in her ass and cunt. Then we hogtied her and chained the chastity belt to Markie’s saddle and I took him out for some exercise in the paddock. She lasted about ten minutes before she passed out from the pain.”

       I shiver with fear. That’s more than I could handle. I must do what I’m told and please this horse. My hands are uncuffed and I’m kicked into the stall.

       Markie, the stallion, is high strung as most stallions are. I remember that I’m not supposed to speak, and make gentle cooing sounds at him as I approach. He settles down and I rub his neck affectionately. I’m fond of horses, though I’ve never come close to servicing one. Fearfully I remember how big their cocks get when they’re just peeing...

       There’s no use delaying, and anyway I don’t want to piss off the audience. So eventually I sink down to my knees in the straw, while still rubbing Markie’s side. He seems to know what’s coming, his cock starts to harden on its own. I’m clearly not the first whore that’s been brought in here to please him. So I inch forward on my knees so that I am under him, and realize gratefully that the angle will work for sucking on his cock very well.

       The smell hits me before my mouth even gets near the head. It’s a revolting stench like something that’s gone moldy in the fridge. A horrible, horrible smell. But knowledge of what might be done to me otherwise (briefly I wonder how long I would last being dragged around by a double stuffed chastity belt before I would pass out) makes me compliant. Trying to ignore the smell and telling myself that I am beneath the right to even care about such things, I put the head of his large cock in my mouth.

       It barely fits and the taste makes me want to cry. I hear one of the men get into the stall with me, doing a close up of the cock in my mouth, and he kicks my legs open, to show the dog cum still coating my ass cheeks and inner thighs. Remembering that I have an audience, and that I need to please them, I make sounds of pleasure as I suck the cock, with tears streaming down my face.

       I am lowly beast. I am lower than these animals. I exist to please them. They are better than me. They’re worth more than me. These are the things I chant in my head to get me into the right headspace. How did I ever think that I was worthy of being fucked by a human? Clearly I exist to serve animals.

       In my head I can hear your voice, during my many lessons on how to be the ideal cocksucker. Breathing through my nose - a problem given the odor, but I just need to remember that the horse smells better than me. I am the lower creature. The next thing I would do with a human cock is tongue it in my mouth. So I do that with the huge horse cock head in my mouth. It’s so big I can barely do it, but the man with the camera manages to capture the motions I am making with my mouth.

       My next lesson is to go deeper. Of course I can’t fit this huge thing in my mouth, it’s anatomically impossible, but I’m going to fit as much as I can. Slowly I move my lips up the stallion’s shaft, realizing the show that I am putting on for the audience. That is, after all, my task here, to entertain even if I am inferior to the usual women that get to perform here.

       I wonder, as I suck away, putting my effort into making a good show, if you’re watching me. If you’re one of the people watching through the internet. Later I find out that you are, and have been consistently giving me the lowest marks to see what other degradations and tortures the men will inflict on me. You’re enjoying see me debased in new ways, and seeing how obediently I’m accepting them thanks to your training.

       “Use your hands you stupid whore, you’ll never get Markie off with just your mouth.” I’m told, and then the man says to the others, “stupid cunt doesn’t know how to please a simple animal.”

       I blush. I am so stupid. How did I not realize that the only reason my hands are uncuffed is to please this horse. I grab the base and start working away at the shaft with my mouth and hands.

       My jaws muscles are aching for how thick his cock is, and I know I’m probably taking too long, I can tell by the comments being made by the men. I at least try to look like I’m having a good time, to amuse the audience. 

       Finally the horse ejaculates, and if I thought the taste was bad before... Horse cum is absolutely horrific. And there’s so much of it, so fast, that even though I try to swallow it all it squirts out of the corners of my mouth and some even out of my nose. That at least elicits positive commentary from the men, who do a close up of me with the horse dick still in my mouth and the cum spilling out of my nose.

       Then I’m yanked out of there. I’m given water to rinse my mouth at with and water to drink. A chance to relieve myself in the corner. Then one of the men slaps my face with relish. I take it silently, eyes lowered, a proper submissive.

       “The audience isn’t very pleased with you. Guess that means we’ll have to do a little extra with the next animal you have to please.”

       The leash on my collar is pulled and I’m dragged forward to another stall.

       There’s a cow in the stall. I’m confused about what I’m supposed to do with her...

       Suddenly a flash of pain on my ass makes me drop to my knees. I turn and see that one of the men is holding a cattle prodder. “Get in there cow, go pleasure her.”

       Fearing another jolt with the cattle prod I get in there and pause, how am I supposed to please a cow? Before I can ponder this further one of the men grabs my hands and cuffs them behind my back. This obviously leaves only one option. I try to tell myself that this will just be an extremely disgusting pussy. I hate eating pussy as it is, this is just the nastiest I will every lick.

       I’ve eaten and tasted some horrible things since I have become your slave, and well, in the past. But nothing has prepared for me this... Atrocity. It’s even worse than the horse cum. It’s a cow’s pussy, and I have to serve it. I start licking, at first tentatively, and then I hear the warning buzz of the cattle prod. So I apply myself to the task with more enthusiasm. I can’t find anything resembling a clit, and I have no idea if I’m providing any pleasure to the beast. It is my job, after all, to provide pleasure to all creatures that I’m told to.

       “Shove your face in, cow licker.” One of the men orders.

       I take a deep breath and push my face into the bovine cunt in front of me. It’s horrible, and I can only imagine what a surreal picture I must make with my naked body arched forward to have my face in the cow’s rear side.

       Luckily it doesn’t seem that I am expected to provide an orgasm, because I can’t even begin to figure out how to do it. I just keep diving in and every time I run out of breath, I surface, take a breath, stick my face in and keep licking. Somewhere in my mind I’m amazed that I’ve been reduced even lower on the totem pole. It is my task to serve a cow. That is how low I am.

       “Stop whore.” One of the men says. Obediently, I stop.

       The men confer in low tones amongst themselves. I manage to make out that they’re debating on how to satisfy their watchers. I’m terrified... What happens to the whore who doesn’t please?

       “Lie down under the cow you dumb cunt.” One of them orders and I do as told. The straw is dry and scratchy on my naked body, irritating my nipples and cunt further. This disturbs the cow a bit, she shifts her feet a bit and moos once. I pray she doesn’t step on me.

       I hear zapping, and tense in anticipation of the pain. But the cattle prod is used on the cow... She lets out a sound of pain and releases a stream of piss and a load of shit on me simultaneously. The three men cheer and applaud as I feel the hot stream of liquid and my nose assaulted by the horrid stenches. The shit plops down on me and for the first time in months I’m close to vomiting.

       I’m made to lie in the dirty straw covered in the piss and shit of the cow. The man with the handheld does a close up of my face that is weeping and still covered in cow pussy juices. I’m as disgusting as I’ve ever been in my life. This is the lowest I can ever remember being, and I can’t stop crying. I’m used to providing pleasure through sex, through pain, through performing tasks and looking sexy. This... This is nothing like that.

       The audience seems to enjoy my weeping because the camera stays on me for two full minutes. Then I”m ordered to inch forward on my stomach into the next stall, which is empty and I am hosed off, this time with a fire hose. It hurts and beats up my skin, but I am grateful that it gets rid of the cow shit completely. The men of course enjoy seeing how the pressure from the hose beats up my tits and pushes them around. I take it quietly, submissively and spread my legs as far as I can to show my submission.

       Only one more animal, I tell myself as my hands are uncuffed, I can take it. Whatever it is.

       “Crawl, whore.” One of them kicks my ass. So I crawl and am led outside.

       We get to a pig pen, and my heart drops. There are three large pink pigs in there, the side of large dogs. What do they have planned for me?

       “Get in there, oink, oink.” One of them shoves me towards the railings.

       Obediently I crawl through the slats and get in. The pigs - who I’ve read are among the smartest animals in existence - seem to know what it means that a naked female human enters their pen. They start snorting excitedly and come crowding in on me. I’m unsure what to do.

       The pigs nudge at me and I remain still until I get more orders. I can tell that the man with the video camera is getting me from all angles. I’m ordered to spread my legs further apart and the pigs sniff at my tender parts.

       One of them walks past me and my blood runs cold. His cock is getting hard, and it is LONG. It is at least ten inches and still crowing, with a strange curve at the head. Suddenly I remember reading somewhere that pigs have corkscrew shaped cocks, and that during porcine sex they penetrate the cervix...

       “Drop your ass lower.” One of the men orders. “And get ready for pain.”

       I whimper and do as told. It isn’t long before one of the pig mounts me. It’s a thin cock, but so long, at least a foot... It only takes second for the excruciating pain to start. There is no pleasure in this cunt fucking, which is something that I rarely get anymore. I’m about to open my mouth and scream, but then I remember that I am an animal, and I am being watched. So instead of screaming, I squeal, remembering that horrible movie. I squeal, hoping I sound pig like.

       The penetration of cervix is agonizing. It’s blinding in the agony. I squeal louder and reach vocal ranges I didn’t know were possible. After the first pig is done with me, when he pulls out it feels like I’m being ripped apart. To my horror, as the second pig is mounting me, I see the first pig walk by, and there is blood on the end of his shrinking cock.

       “How does it feel being a pig cunt you whore?” One of the men asks.

       I squeal in response, hoping it will serve as an adequate reply.

       “Shake your hips and show us how much you like it.” Another orders as the second pig penetrates me. I resist, with all my will, the desire to try to close my legs and flee and instead I shake my hips back into the second pig. Amazingly, the second one hurts even worse, and I can only imagine that it is because I’m already torn up inside. Feeling my cervix forced open makes me scream-squeal, but I keep shaking my hips.

       I’m defeated by the time the third pig enters me. And I can feel blood trickling down my inner thighs. I’m nothing. I’m just a hole for animals to use, or shit on. The third pig is the longest one, and dimly, as I squeal and shake my hips I wonder if I’m being damaged inside. And I realize it doesn’t matter as long as I am pleasing the audience.

       When it’s over I’m dragged out of the pig pen, too weak to do it myself. The camera is turned off, and the men slap my face until I open my mouth to suck them off. They cum on my face (which is a mercy after the horse cum), cuff my hands behind my back and lead me into the barn where I am blindfolded again. Clover clamps, the vicious kind, are snapped on my nipples. I whimper, knowing that I’m still not allowed to speak. The clamps are pulled up until I’m standing on my tip toes and I’m left waiting.

       Minutes? Hours? I don’t know how long as the men’s come is hardening on my face. By the time I hear footsteps I’m considering pulling away from the clamps regardless of the pain and damage. I’m so tired... All I want to do is curl up and sleep.

       The clamps are undone and I scream as blood comes rushing back into my nipples. In my darkness I drop to the floor in weakness and pain. I’m yanked back up on my feet and I hear your voice with relief, “relieve yourself whore.”

       I squat in my spot and do as told. You give me some water to drink, the best water I’ve ever had in my life, and in between swallows you feed me pieces of a protein bar. I hope you’ll clean my face, but you seem enjoy me dirty. You tell me that I performed adequately, and you’ll keep me for a while longer. Relief floods through me. Then you lead me, still blindfolded and cuffed out of the barn. It feels like night time outside. You shove me into the car trunk again and I fall asleep on the metal surface as we drive back home.

       My last realization, before passing out is how turned on I am... I wonder when I can service more animals. And what you will do to me next...