Jill's Day Out

By Jill.

Chapter 1.

The Summons.

When she found the note someone had managed to tuck un-noticed into her pocket as she was shopping, Jill felt alarmed; it was him again! Sipping coffee in a nearby cafe she read it carefully. The one who she thought of only as the Man wanted her again. Anxiety swept over her and she had to fight to regain calm. She told herself he wouldn't hurt her; he had always let her go again, hadn't he?

It had begun nearly two years before, when Jill had been abducted on her way to a girl's night out. She had been dragged off the street with bewildering speed and force by an unseen attacker. The man had pulled her backwards by her hair, into a derelict shop. He was very strong and she was too afraid to resist. He had covered her eyes with a soft blindfold and warned her that she must never see his face. Her wrists had been held behind her back while he used thin cord to tie her thumbs together. She had caught only a brief glimpse, of his lower body, naked but for a t-shirt and work boots! The sight had shocked her; muscular thighs and legs topped by greying pubic hair and a thick, semi-erect uncircumcised penis whose large head seemed to be peeping from its hood of skin.

From his voice she knew he was not a young man. He gave her orders in a terse matter of fact way, which she soon learned to obey without delay. Her early reluctance was punished immediately; he slapped her face hard and warned that when she was naked he would do the same to her breasts, a promise which he soon carried out. She cried but he told her he always carried out his threats and she learned not to displease him.

In that stinking old building the terrified young woman was stripped and led around the room, as if being paraded. She was made to suck the penis she had seen briefly and then raped. He had even fucked her arsehole, something her husband Mark had done only rarely and then by just entering the head of his penis. The man had had some difficulty opening her tiny anus, but with the liberal application of some sort of lubricant and much effort (and a good deal of suffering for the woman) he had managed to go in up to the balls.

Jill had cried and begged for mercy but he showed neither sympathy nor irritation with her whining. Instead he had continued with each stage of her abuse coolly and methodically.

The session ended after four long hours of pain and shame. She was allowed to lie on the hard floor until she felt strong enough to stand and dress herself. The blindfold was pulled off and she saw the man was wearing a full head mask and coveralls. He passed her a towel and told her to get cleaned up and then get the fuck home. She had not been allowed to keep her knickers.

Although shocked and distressed she was not injured and since her husband was away at the time no one had seen her dis-sheveled state. She had told no one about the attack.

Jill had always considered herself a fairly strong person and soon put the memory out of her mind. But the Man had other plans. A few months after the abduction she received some photos in the post. They showed her performing sex acts on an unseen man, not her husband; there was no sign of coercion, it even looked as if she was enjoying it! But it was the letter that came with it that alarmed her more than the photos. It told her that she must submit to him at a time and place to be decided or the pictures would be sent to certain people who she would prefer didn't see them. When a short note arrived with details of a rendezvous and also a list of the items she must wear, she decided to obey. If he wanted to take her by force like before he would have done it. This meant he was not intending her any greater harm, didn't it? Terrified that she would be badly hurt or murdered but hoping he would release her, Jill had kept the engagement.

Dressed as commanded, she had kept the date and had been raped again in much the same way as before. The man had used less violence than before, using her fear of him to obtain her cooperation. Now, though, he was less hurried, having been able to plan better in advance. Again she was released after many hours, without her underwear.

She had been summoned on four occasions since then. Each time the letter arrived she became filled with nervous excitement, like a girl going on a date with a new boyfriend. The truth was; she had become accustomed to the sex, there was a contradictory sensation of freedom; she was free to indulge in extreme sensuality without any responsibility. He never hurt her very badly and he always released her when he had finished and, she reluctantly admitted to herself, she orgasmed during the performances. His attitude towards her had never softened however, and invariably treated her roughly and with obvious derision and spite. At times she had felt the sensation that a third party was watching or even taking part.

Chapter 2.

The Instructions.

Now, sitting alone in the cafe, she fought to remain calm. The note was typewritten; the previous ones had been scrawled, almost illegible. The instructions were clear; she must wear a dress, no bra. Suspenders and stockings, but not panties. High heel shoes with ankle straps. Jill was surprised by the "no panties" rule; he had seemed to like tugging them down her legs, then ordering her to step from them. Perhaps he just wanted some variety this time.

She found herself becoming intrigued, excited even by the letter, like a girl receiving a love letter. Don't be stupid, she told herself, this is a terrorist demand. Today was Monday, he wanted her Wednesday of the same week; she would have to take a day off work, but she would do it, of course. She always obeyed him.

Wednesday came around. Jill showered and dried her hair, put on a little make-up and dressed as per the instructions, carrying a slim shoulder bag with some cash and her house keys. She left the house at nine a.m. and caught the bus into town. The directions led her to a part of town she had never visited. It was run-down and contained mainly derelict buildings. Following the written directions was easy enough and soon she was leaving the busy street and walking through a narrow alleyway, which opened onto a hidden, disused factory yard. High buildings, making it a warm suntrap, surrounded the yard. She was a little perturbed by the change of venue; previously, the Man had always specified the same place for her visits. This was an unfamiliar area.

Gathering up her courage, she obeyed the letter and took from her bag the blindfold and a length of thin nylon cord consisting of two loops and a slipknot. Leaving the bag on a windowsill, she took them to the centre of the yard where, after a quick glance around her, she put on the blindfold. Putting her hands behind her back she slipped the loop of the cord over her thumbs, then pulled her hands slightly apart causing the knot to slide up tight, locking her thumbs together. She was now defenceless.

Jill waited in the warm sunshine, hoping he would come soon; she felt vulnerable and a little foolish standing bound and blindfolded in a rough part of town. The Man had always arrived immediately she was in the required position, but today she seemed to be waiting a long time. Panic began to rise in her belly. Perhaps he wasn't able to be here, he might have been delayed or had an accident! What would she do if he didn't come? She began to struggle against the cord; she had to get free, had to get the blindfold off somehow. How would she explain her situation to a passer-by? She must find her way to the wall and try to scrape the blindfold off.

She started to take a couple of tentative steps forward, fearing she would trip, when she heard footsteps. He was here! Relief flooded over her. Thank goodness! Her rapist had not abandoned her! She almost laughed with pleasure.

"See, I told you!" a voice spoke, quietly, "I told you she'd be here!"

"Fuckin' hell, I'd never have believed it". A louder, rougher voice, sounding surprised. She didn't recognize either voice! Who were these men?

"The old fool was telling the truth, after all! And I conned him! I got his woman to hand herself over to me!"

The voices seemed very close to her. She didn't recognize either of them.

"Please help me!" she cried out, "I've been attacked, please untie me!" hoping they would believe her.

" No, girl you've not been attacked, not yet anyway. You came here by your own means. You're a volunteer!" Laughter followed.

"Lets see if she followed all the instructions," said the first voice.

A hand lifted her dress above her waist. Around her, unseen eyes took in the view. The large, round, firm bottom. The thick blonde bush of pubic hair. The shapely legs in the pale blue stockings. Then the dress was allowed to fall back.

"Did you see? She's no panties on!"

"Yeh! That means she's a good girl, obedient to the letter."

"How come, Bernie? Surely it's dirty girls wear sussies without knickers?"

"In this case it shows a dirty girl can be a good girl, don't worry about it."

Jill felt a bitter embarrassment that she had allowed some strangers to see her like that. Who were these people?

"Lets move. She stood where I told her to, but we've got to get her out of plain sight now." Her elbow was gripped and she was pulled, stumbling, across the yard. She felt a coolness that meant they were in a shady place.

"Lets see her properly, now!" Jill felt her thin shoulder straps snapping and the dress was pulled down her body, sliding to the ground.

"Step out of it!" ordered a voice. When she didn't move a hand slapped her bottom, hard. She obeyed. Someone whistled softly. The young voice made an appreciative comment.

"I want to see her face, properly", said the voice she was becoming accustomed to think of as the leader. The blindfold was pulled off quickly, causing her to blink myopically at her captors.

She was surprised to see four people surrounding her. Two were men in their twenties, dressed scruffily in identical jeans and t-shirts, with eyes too close together, making them look like halfwits. A man in his fifties or even sixty-ish was standing with, of all things, a midget! The midget had the wrinkled, wizened face of an old man. All of them were staring intensely at her. They saw a woman of medium height, with fair hair and green eyes. Her breasts were full and pointy, the nipples standing out like small fingertips from areolas, which were wide and pink. The woman's shapely legs wore nylons, held up by a matching suspender belt, which fitted snugly across her belly just under the navel. Above the stocking tops, the sun shone on fine golden hairs adorning the skin

No one spoke for a few moments, as if in awe at the sight of the beautiful captive. It was the older man who broke the silence, "Lets get a move on, before some-one sees us. This way, cunt- move!" he snarled. Jill was guided towards a narrow cobbled street, which led off the yard to a warren of back streets. She could see that, once in there she would have no hope of a passer-by seeing her predicament; she would be lost to the world. Self-preservation and panic made her move. Suddenly she turned and began to run across the cobbled yard, back to the street she had come from. For a moment the group froze, just watching the strange spectacle of Jill's big bottom bouncing as she ran in that comical stumbling short-stepped trot of a woman in high heels. The old one shouted, " Get her, Billy!"

Jill ran as fast as she could manage, her breasts slapping painfully against her rib cage, but she had to get away from these horrible men! She had reached the alleyway; she could see people passing the other end, on the street! Before she could enter the narrow gap, the midget had grabbed her by the arm and swung her around. The man only came up to her elbow but his grip was painfully strong. "Bad cunt!" he hissed and then slapped her bottom three times. "You fat-arsed bitch! Cop that!" As they came back the men laughed to see he was pulling her by her pubic hair.

"Good lad!" called the old one, "you can have a reward for that".

"Can I, Bernie? What reward can I have?" Even though he was obviously an adult it was evident that Billy was retarded; not surprising, coming from a family like this, she thought.

"What would you like," asked the old man.

"Can I put my willie in her mouth?" the man asked shyly, "now, before the others do it?"

"Okay, but not now, we've got to get going".

"Please, please let me do it now." the voice had begun to wheedle, horribly.

The old man considered for a moment then said, "No, we've got to get her away from here, you'll get a turn with her later." The other two men were waiting, grinning inanely at her. Jill was scared, and angry; how dare these pigs kidnap her and order her around? In normal circumstances she would not give any of them the time of day, they would certainly not get the opportunity to see her naked! But these were not normal circumstances; Jill was in serious trouble.

Chapter 3.

The Van.

The men quickly herded her like a cow to the cobbled side street, making sure she didn't have another opportunity to try to escape. At the end waited a dirty white Transit van, its doors open ready. She knew she was beaten; this was her transport to shame and, possibly, death. With her head bowed and tears running down her cheeks she was pushed in to dark interior. She was forced to sit on a dirty rug with her back against the front bulkhead.

The two weird brothers climbed in the front and Billy and Bertie climbed in the back with Jill. The engine started and the van moved off slowly.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Jill, "please let me go!"

Neither of them answered but Billy said to the old man, "Can I have my reward now, before we get to the farm?"

Bertie said, "Yes, as good time as any for it. Cunt, suck him off!" The misshapen little man jumped to his feet, unzipping his flies as he moved. He pulled his grubby jeans down his bandy legs to his knees and thrust his hips at her face; he wasn't wearing underpants. The woman stared in disgust at the huge, erect cock with its hairy pink balls, which were all out of proportion to the rest of his body. Previously, with her "proper" master she had been blindfolded throughout the entire duration of her abuse. At the time she had thought this made everything worse. Not knowing what her assailant looked like, or where she was or what he was preparing all made her more frightened because her imagination added to her woes. But now, seeing the mad faces of her abductors, seeing as well as smelling the cock thrust at her mouth, seeing down her own body's nakedness were all things she would be glad to be protected from. She could barely bring herself to look at their faces; she wished she had the blindfold to hide behind.

"Do it!" he commanded. Jill didn't move. Bertie told Billy, "Bitches are stupid, Billy. Sometimes they need teaching what to do. But remember this; never tell them twice!" He slapped the woman hard across the face, then again with the backhand. Jill's head snapped back against the bulkhead banging the back of her head painfully.

"She'll have got the message now!" said Bernie. He was right; Jill leaned forward immediately and took Billy's penis into her mouth. It didn't taste too bad, just a coating flavour of piss and sweat and she soon sucked it clean of that. Billy pushed his hips forward and she gagged. He pulled back again and she was able to suck hard. She felt his cock twitch against her cheek, he gasped and jerked back, pulling the knob clear of her lips and a squirt of warm cum shot into her eye and ran down her cheek, making a snail trail.

"Oh! Brilliant, oh that was great!" he gasped.

"Dirty bitch," snarled Bernie, "she loves sucking cock, can't get enough. All right, clean his knob and then he can put it away."

Jill obeyed; she sucked on the end of his penis, removing any drops of the sticky cum still remaining. Roughly, Billy pushed her head away and fastened his pants, disgusted with her and himself for his weakness for her.

The van, which had been moving slowly, with lots of short stops as if for junctions now stopped again, but this time she heard the handbrake being applied. She felt fear grip her again; something was about to happen, and she was not ready for it.

Bernie got up as the van doors were opened from outside by the two brothers. Billy was ordered to stay with the van, in case the traffic wardens came along. "Come on, girl, haircut time". She was guided out, puzzled, they hadn't gone far. She recognized the back street they were in; it provided a narrow access to some of the shops on the towns' main street! She thought of the many times she had been this way fully dressed in normal times as she was ushered through an iron door and up a stairway. The men were all behind her and she was aware of them as they followed looking up at her vagina. She tried to keep her thighs squeezed together.

At the top the stairs shared a landing with a flight of steps, which led down to the front of the building. A door led off the landing, on the glass was sign written, "Barber".

Chapter 4.

Short, Back And Sides?

The naked woman was ushered into the room. Only Bernie came in with her. The barber, an old man, looked up from his newspaper.

"Ahh! She turned up then", he remarked. "And very nice she is, too".

"Yeh, she turned up, she's a dirty bitch though!" said Bernie.

"Oh? How, dirty?"

"Well, you know I told you the old guy said she does everything she's told? Well, she does anything, without being told, she loves it, the bitch!" The barber looked impressed.

"So, she just presented herself like that, naked?" he asked.

"No, I've stripped her, but she only had a dress on. 'Course, she thought she was meeting her boyfriend, didn't you luv?"

"So, you want me to shave her, yes? Baby smooth, hmm?"

"That's right. She has to be bald for what we have in store for her."

"Okay then. Put her on the bench." He indicated a tatty, leather covered bench standing against the wall. Bernie moved it out a bit and then positioned Jill on it, pushing her onto her back.

The old barber stropped a cutthroat razor as he spoke. "It's lucky I had no customers when you came in."

"It's all the same to this cunt," said Bernie, "she would just have had an earlier start than expected, that's all. She would just have to take her chances. She's already sucked Billy off!"

"Has she? That well-hung little cunt! Suppose I fuck her in lieu of payment, then, hmm?"

"No chance, nobody fucks it until she's done her turn for us. Now get on with it or the day will have gone before she has the chance to show us what she can do!"

The barber brought a shaving mug with brush and crouched beside her, pulling her knees wide apart. "This will tickle a bit, dear," he told Jill. He whipped up a thick lather and applied it to Jill's pubes with a dabbing motion of the brush. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by the intimacy of this new stranger with her pussy. The man whistled softly as he scraped the razor over her upper thighs, moving slowly towards her vaginal lips. He flicked the razor at the floor occasionally to clear it of the soap and hairs. Jill was terrified he would cut her but he was careful not to.

"So, I gather the old guy told you he was blackmailing this woman for kinky sex then?" he asked Bernie. He was holding her cunt lips together between his fingers; he pulled them outwards so he could get at the nooks and crannies with his razor. Jill felt her internal muscles twitching; she hoped she wouldn't start to respond visibly to this man's ministrations.

"Let's just say I found out about his little game, and decided to move in."

"Hmm. So what have you got planned for her today? She's very pretty, you wont spoil her, will you?" asked the barber, casually.

"Mind yer own fuckin' business will ya? Just get that snatch shaved and keep yer nose out!" snarled Bernie. The old man continued his work in silence. When he had removed all trace of stubble he dried Jill's skin with a towel.

"A little pomade?" he asked, "it's not a stingy one, and it's very soothing".

"Okay, just get it done with." Bernie was obviously feeling very stressed. Just then, one of the two brothers came in, "Bernie, there's a police car in the street!" he murmured without any sense of urgency.

"You keep an eye on the bitch," he told the barber. "I'll be back in a sec!" He left the room, shutting the door behind him. The barber pulled Jill to a sitting position and pulled out his penis. It was thick and only semi-hard. Uncircumcised, it resembled a thick, one-eyed slug. Jill opened her mouth and he put it inside.

Immediately, she felt the penis stiffen. She sucked as hard as she could while the man wanked at its root. They knew there wasn't much time before Bernie returned. It became very hard and long. The man wanked vigorously, while thrusting deep into her mouth. He exploded into her throat, hot cum making her cough, forcing it back out through her nose like a gush of white snot. The man pulled out and wiped himself with the towel, then wiped the girl's nose and mouth for her. "You are a good girl aren't you? Do you suck every cock you see?"

"I've learned to be available; I don't want another beating!" The old man looked at her with some sympathy, "You're having a bad time aren't you girl?

"Please, tell me. Where are they taking me? What will they do, please; I'm scared!"

At that moment the door opened and Bernie returned, " The cops were just passing by, no problem. Not finished! What the fuck have you been doing?" he asked.

"Just finishing her off properly, Bernie. Making her look pretty. All done now."

Bernie pulled her to her feet. Jill asked for a glass of water, "I'm very dry, please let me have a drink."

"Okay, but be quick!" The old man held the glass to her lips and she drank it all in one gulp. Some sloshed down her chest because she couldn't hold the glass. The water rinsed some of the sticky cum that clogged her throat, and she felt better. Bernie took a moment to examine the barber's work and to stroke the bare pussy with the front and back of his hand. He seemed satisfied. "Let's go," he commanded and pushed her out through the door. The others were waiting at the foot of the stairs and formed a screen as she was put back into the van.

Jill was placed on the floor, lying on her left side. Bernie, Billy and one of the two halfwit brothers got in with her. They sat with their backs wedged against the van walls. They watched her in silence; she tried to keep her thighs tight together to stop them seeing her vagina lips. As the van drove to its destination the tension in the van began to increase. Billy was becoming impatient, he kept asking when they would arrive; when could they start with the show? Bernie told him to fuckin' shut up! He sat quietly for a few minutes and moved close to her, looking between her legs. "She's only got a little cunt-hole, Bernie, will she be able to do it with Peter?"

"Got no choice, pal," the man told him, "she's gonna have to. But you're right; she does have a neat twat. Let's see it properly, cunt!" He gave her a jab in the ribs with his foot. Billy, always eager to torment the helpless woman pulled her ankles apart, rolling her partly onto her back to give the men a better view. Jill lay exposed to them as they discussed the size and shape of her cunt lips, its proximity to her anus, the shape of her bottom and other personal details.

Chapter 5.

Destination?

The van began to rock as it left the metalled road for a track. After another twenty minutes or so it crossed a cattle-grid and shortly after it came t a sudden stop. "Okay cunt, time to wake up," said Bernie, as if the terrified woman had been able to sleep. She was dragged up and sat on a wooden crate and her thumbs were untied. The blood flowing back to her hands caused her some pain.

"Do your face up, cunt!" snapped Bernie, handing her the make-up compact from her handbag. In the dimness of the van she used the small mirror to reapply some lipstick and mascara. As soon as she had finished she was pulled to her feet and dragged to the rear doors. A moment later the doors were pulled open from the outside and bright sunlight shone down on her as she was pushed out onto the step. "Keep your feet wide apart so the boys can see your cunt!" ordered Bernie.

The "boys" were a large gang of rough-looking men standing in a semi-circle. Some drank from beer cans or smoked cigarettes, a few looked as half-witted as the two gormless brothers. A murmur of approval greeted her appearance. An old man in his late sixties pushed to the front of the gang. "Nice looking woman, Bernie. Get her out here and turn her round so we can see the goods."

Jill was pushed forward so she had to jump down the couple of feet to the ground, causing her breasts to bounce pleasingly. Her hands were held out to the sides and she was made to pirrhouette a couple of times so a clear view of her body was available to all. The old man stroked her belly lovingly, and then dipped to her bald pussy, causing her to flinch.

"Easy girl," laughed the old man, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want see how smooth you've been made."

"Come on, let's get her on or Peter won't have time to show us half of what he's got!" snapped Bernie with impatience.

Her wrists were grabbed and she was led at a jog across the uneven yard of a derelict looking farm. Her breasts and bottom jiggled to the delight of the men who trotted along to the sides and rear.

She was brought to the centre of the yard where stood a pair of upright metal posts about five feet apart cemented into the earth. A horizontal wooden rail, about four inches in diameter, was fixed between the posts at waist height and Jill was positioned standing with her belly button pressed against it. The old man was kneeling by her side, "This is my favourite bit!" he said to anyone, "Come on cunty, spread 'em!" Her ankles were pulled apart and tied to the uprights with thin rope.

The old man then pushed himself painfully to his feet and moved around to her front were he took her wrists in one hand and placed the loop of another rope over them and tightened the slipknot so it rested between them. He then began to walk backwards slowly, playing out the rope on the ground. At about ten feet he began to pull in the slack until Jill had to hold her arms out in front, then to lean forward. The man, grinning evilly, then pulled hard on the rope, jerking her forward against the rail. When she was leaning well over the rail he began to heave on the rope, pulling her arms out in front until her belly was resting on the rail. He passed the end of the rope through an iron ring set in a slab of concrete in the ground and tied it off. As he worked he gave a continual narrative, describing the procedure to the nearest men. "You see," he was saying, " a woman's body stretches remarkably under such tension as she will be put. The ropes have to be very tightly strung or she will thrash about, possibly damaging herself."

Jill was now stretched over the rail, her head lower than her bottom, her arms out in front, with her breasts hanging down away from her ribcage and her ankles fastened wide apart.

She had never felt so exposed in her life!

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.

Part 3.

Day Trips End ?

Jill was devastated. Not Billy! She couldn't stand being left with him, of all these awful people! But she daren't say anything to antagonise him further.

"Come on, cunt!" snapped Billy, as he led the way, waddling along on his horrible bent legs. Jill followed on weak legs, a feeling of being completely empty in her stomache.

As she walked painfully behind him she realised that, for the first time since she had been abducted, she wasn't tied up. But she knew that, bound or not, she was still his property, there was nowhere to run to; escape was not an option.

Wearily she followed her diminutive master past pigpens and chicken runs and into a large wooden barn. The building was empty apart from muck and old straw lying around the floor.

"Stand there, cunt!" ordered Billy, indicating a spot between two rows of high wooden racks. She waited as he went off for a few moments. When he returned, carrying ropes, he smirked at the sight of the naked woman obediently awaiting her owner's pleasure.

Stooping, he looped ropes around her ankles, scraping the raw skin painfully. He pulled each foot well apart until she was standing in a deep splits, and tied the ends off on the racks. Next, he retied her wrists behind her back and, throwing the end over a beam, pulled on it until she was again bent sharply at the hips, but now with no support under her belly. He tied off the end of the rope so her arms were pulled up straight, tearing at the ligaments of her shoulders.

Again he wandered off, leaving her alone. This time he returned with a wooden milk crate, which he placed on the ground behind her. He undid his pants and let them fall, kicking them off his feet. His ugly fat cock was growing solidly erect before her eyes. Jill's shoulder joints were burning hellishly and she wished he would get on with whatever he was going to do. Suddenly she screamed with pain as a fierce burning scorched across her back. He was whipping her! It was a wet rope with a knot tied in the end.

"Oh Billy, please don't do that!" she cried out. He ignored her and applied the rope again. This time the knot popped against her nipple.

She screamed and screamed again with every stroke of the rope, which he aimed so as to stripe every inch of her back and bottom. After a few minutes of this torture her screams began to subside to whimpers and then to no sound from her lips at all. As soon as she fell silent the whipping ceased.

"Fucking bitch! I thought you'd never get enough!" He threw the rope to one side then climbed onto the wooden crate. She felt his rough hands pulling the cheeks of her bottom apart, and then the head of his cock was placed against the entrance to her anus.

"Billy, please no! That's not fun!" she called as she realised what was about to happen. He pushed at her and the large cock-head forced her arsehole wide open, making her cry out again.

"Course its fun, you stupid cunt!" he grunted, as he shoved it further up her. "I can stand the shit, you'll have to stand the pain!" He laughed at his joke.

Jill tried to shit the cock out but it just made him groan with pleasure and took his dick further in. She felt his balls touching her cunt. Then he began to fuck, in out in out. He fucked her vigorously, stepping up to stand on the back of her calf muscles. Jill had never felt anything like it before. The pressure in her arse tickled her cunt and she began to respond to him, pushing her bottom back against his cock.

"Ooh, Billy! Fuck me harder, fuck me my love! Make me cummmm!" she screamed.

"Take my jizz, you fuckin' piece of shit!" screamed Billy as his cock gushed its hot spunk into her bowels, burning her.

She felt him collapse onto her back as he spent himself. Then he pulled himself free and dropped to the floor. Shit and cum dripped from her anus, stinking even worse than the donkeys scummy fluid.

Wearily the midget pulled his pants back on, then untied the fucked, beaten woman with the scratched, striped skin and led her out of the barn and towards the van which waited with its engine running already.

Were they really going to take her home? Would they one day want to use her again? How would she explain her wretched state to Mark, her husband?

The End?