Warning: this story contains bestiality, gang bangs, nc-sex, etc.

 

Lady Loin Fire in – Studs and Gold diggers.

 

Written by: The Pumping Pony.

 

Badoma the year 1820.

 

Sophie Holt was standing by the sluice box watching the water flow over the hopefully gold rich pay day. She was a fine natural blonde woman with a long legs and an ample bust. She was dressed in a modest cotton blouse and skirt suited for a life of hard work.

Monique, one of her slaves, was standing at the water outlet with a pan testing the water making sure no gold was getting washed through. The slave woman's dark skin glistened with the cold mountain water, raising goosebumps in her smooth coffee skin.

They needed a good clean up to cover what she owed. When they started mining she had several good clean ups and they had bought four pony's to pull the mining cart. A donkey and two slave women. Then the gold vain had started to dry up.

Kanella her other slave carried two buckets with a yoke. Filled with the pay dirt from the mining cart to the washer. The slave woman was naked except the yoke and a pair of sandals. Sand and rock dust covered her sweaty body despite the cold, after a long hard days’ work.

Sophie was sweating too. But not from her work.

 

A flower growing nearby was blooming. The pink vagina looking flower was called loin fire by the natives and when it was dripping with its white milky sap, it made a woman's loins burn with lust. It was a strange flower like no other. The stem was a transparent yell like green and the flower petals looked like they were shipped out of a pink diamond. Yet the flower petals was soft to. The natives said the flowers came from a burning rock that fell from the sky and that they could possess women with mischievous spirits.

 

It wouldn't be so bad if the men was equally aroused and would give her the screwing she needed. But the men would go to the city whore house to get there rocks of.

She drew the whip from her belt and gave Kanella a rap over her big firm ass. Taking out some of her frustrations on the slave. Kanella gave a startled yelp and hurried up.

Both her slaves were beautiful specimens of black womanhood. The slaves sold in town was mainly intended as sex slaves for the whore house. But she needed workers and they had to do.

She grabbed one of the buckets and helped to spread it in the stream of water running through the sluice box.

 

A few hours later they cleaned out the bedding in the box. Sophie's heart sank as she looked at the few flakes of gold dust left in the pan.

She could hear a cart approaching slowly on the dirt road. The first she saw was a six span of black slave women shackled together to a stagecoach. They were naked except boots made to look like horse hooves and a bridle with rains to the driver. The bridle was decorated with two loin fire blossoms held in fine braze holders. Seating the flowers just under their noses, making them inhale the arousing fragrance with every breath. Holding the rains was a seventh slave who guided the others with the rains and a whip. She was sitting tall in perfect posture straight and chest thrust out with her hair in a tight bun on her head. Unlike the six who were sweaty and filthy from the road dust.

The stagecoach stopped and Sophie walked up to it.

Through the window she could see Barnaby Porkhejm also known as The Colonel. He had moved here from Texas taking his slave trade with him. He was dressed in a white suite and a matching wide hat. With him in the coach was one of his finest slaves licking his cock shaft up and down, slowly. Somehow The Colonel had acquired one of the world’s finest stock of slave women. Sophie looked at the perfect ebony sex toy, she was so pretty Sophie wanted to slap her in anger.

There was a part of her that felt that she had a beauty above her station.

 

“Colonel Porkhejm what brings you out here?” Sophie asked. Trying to hide her contempt for the fat sleazy man and pretending she didn't see the black woman licking his huge semi stiff cock.

 

“Miss Holt, it's so good to see you. I'm heading to the Beaver Creek claim. I think they are hitting it big today and I'm going to offer them a loan. So they can expand their operation like you did. Speaking of which, how are things going in your little corner? Will you be covering your payment?” Porkhejm asked. With a knowing smile. The slave was still licking his cock without interruption.

 

“I might be a bit short this month again. If you would have a little patience. Again.” the words came reluctantly. She hated being under the colonels thumb. He was such a sleazy man and he enjoyed lording it over others. She noticed that his cock grew rock hard as she told of her predicament.

 

“I'm not an unreasonable man, if you just pay me what you owe me from last month and we will push this payment ahead on month. That will be fine.” Porkhejm said and gave a deep moan as his slave started going throat deep on him.

 

“I'm not sure if I'll be able to cover that. It depends on how good a clean-up I have today.... ” Sophie said her mind trailing of as her eyes was drawn to Porkhejm's huge cock. Her cunt was burning with her need for sex.

 

“Oh dear, oh dear. That's not good. But I think we might be convinced to afford you some more patience. If you could do something for me?” Porkhejm said with mock concern.

 

“How may I help, kind sir?” she asked reluctantly.

 

“It isn't for me you see. It's for my ebony darlings. I found that the flowers mounted on their bridles give them an abundance of energy to pull my coach and they just love the wonderful sent of the pretty things. But it leaves there womanly needs in a terrible uproar. It can send them in to a fit of hysteria if left unattended. I find the best way to deal with it is to have another woman stimulate there feminine regions with their tongue. Until the hysterical spasm is relished...” Porkhejm said.

 

“Of course. I'll have my slaves tend them. Kanella, Monique come here.” Sophie quickly called to her slaves. Hoping to deflect the task to them.

 

“No, no, no. Those filthy things can’t touch my prime specimen. You my dear, I want you to do it. Don't be shy.” Porkhejm said getting out of the stagecoach. The slave was sucking his cock, moved with her master still working his cock expertly walking bent in front of him. Her lips sliding up and down the cock shaft.

 

Sophie walked over to the lead slave in the six span and looked at her. She was still breathing like she was running hard, inhaling hard the scent of the flower with every breath. Her eyes was rolled back as her brain was swimming in lust.

Sophie could smell the flower from where she was standing and felt her pussy start to burn. She decided to do it as a kindness to the slaves. She wasn't a cruel slave owner and only flogged them for their own good.

It wasn't hard to make one of the slaves cum and Sophie's face was soon coated with the pussy juice from all six slaves. Porkhejm made her repeat it several times until he himself finally came filling the mouth of the slave who had ridden in the coach, who swallowed every drop.

Barnaby Porkhejm was finally satisfied with her performance in humiliation and he reentered the stagecoach. The driver snapped her whip and the six span of slaves started pulling the coach onward.

 

Sophie remained kneeling breathing hard watching the stagecoach disappear up the road going along the river.

Barnaby Porkhejm had his finger in all the games in town. But his main income came from his brothel, were all the men tended. Engaging in sex with no regard to the woman's pleasure. With the loin fire blooming nearly all year round, the women in the area was getting more and more frustrated.

Like the other women she took out her frustrations by working harder. She was getting an amazing amount of work done. But as she found no gold it was an act in futility. She looked at the flowers in anger. The first day she had tried to remove them all by picking and burning them. But the next day the flowers had returned six fold.

 

She looked back over her shoulder and saw her slaves not working. Anger boiled in her as she saw there calm collected disposition. It was as if they suffered on ill-effect from the dreaded flowers.

 

“Get back to work!” she bellowed and grabbed for her whip.

Kanella, Monique hurried back to work. Sophie worked them all hard until sunset. After they had eaten Sophie locked her slaves and the pony's and donkey in to the little stable and then went to her shed to try and sleep. She was still bubbling with pent up energy. But it was impossible to work in the dark.

She lay there tossing and turning for about an hour when she started hearing sounds coming from the stable. They were strange moaning sounds, like a woman in the throes of passion.

She thought that a man might have broken in to her stable and was having his way with her slaves. She took her old musket of the wall and loaded pan with powder and cocked the flint hammer. With a stable lantern in the other hand she walked out and over to the stable. The door was still locked tight and she could hear a woman moaning in orgasm. The pony's was obviously disturbed by this as could hear them grunt and neigh loud.

She opened the door and stepped in.

Sophie gasped in surprise at what she saw. Kanella was on her hands and knees with one of the pony's mounting her. The pony's foot and a half long cock was pumping Kanella's cunt like a locomotive engine. Further in she could see Monique in the same position.

Her jaw fell open as she took in what she saw. This was how her slaves had managed to quench there feminine needs.

 

Kanellas mind came down from a long hard orgasm. She cursed herself for not staying quiet. She hopped she hadn't waken up her mistress. Looking up her heart jumped as she saw Mistress Sophie standing in the door with a gun in hand.

 

Moments later.

 

Sophie's body was tingling with anticipation as she stood on her hands and knees. She couldn't believe she was so desperate for a man’s touch, she was about to let a beast of burden take her like she was some kind of animal driven by her lust. But she hadn't hesitated when Monique had asked her to join in.

The pony's stubby but powerful forelegs gripped her body tight. She gasped in tickled delight as she felt the head of the animals cock press against her pussy mound.

Her delight switched to fear as the thick cock head started pushing in to her. It was like someone was trying to push a fist inside her.

“He is too big. Get him of me, NOW!” Sophie shouted loudly.

 

“Mistress must let him. He will not listen to us. Relax and the pain will go away.” Kanella said, trying to calm her mistress.

Sophie tried to twist loose but the pony held her to tight. She cursed and threatened Monique and Kanella with all manner of punishment many of which were as anatomically impossible as the pony's attempt to mount her seemed.

Suddenly Sophie's pussy gave way and the cock hit the bottom of her pussy hard. Unsatisfied with the amount of penetration, the pony started thrusting hard. Sophie grunted with every thrust like she was punched in the gut. Until the pony finally stretched her enough to go ball's deep.

Her hungry pussy was soon greedily working the cock and Sophie started coming hard. Her whole body erupted as months of pent up and loin fire blossom enhanced sexual frustration was unleashed.

She was mounted by all four ponies repeatedly until the first rays of the sun crested he horizon.

 

Sophie didn't remember falling asleep but she awoke in the barn. She was spooning Monique and Kanella was spooning her. She lay there enjoying the feel of warm bodies pressed against her. They were wasting daylight and she should be working before they went in to town. But she was in a good mood. For the first time since she started working the claim she felt relaxed and calm.

She lay there until her slaves woke up.

They shackled the donkey to the cart. She wondered briefly if she would be able to lay with the donkey as well. She thought it might be dangerous to take such a large member. She decided to have one of her slaves try it first.

She gathered up her meager amount of gold and they headed of toward town.

 

Badoma.

 

Bad old marsh land, was the original name of the area before it got settled and the gold was discovered. The name was shortened to Dadolma and extended to the whole land. A few years before Sophie had migrated here from New York a barber from New Orleans with a thick creole accent had started calling it Badomaa'. The man was well liked and the name stuck. But was pronounced Badoma in daily conversation.

A wooden sign on the way in said 'Badoma, population six hundred. Not counting the colored, Irish or whores.'

 

Sophie was sitting on the back of her cart. She had padded the bench with a pillow as her backside was still sore from last night. Three times last night she had been accidentally sodomized and every time the cart hit a bump in the road made her cringe in pain.

Still she was in a good mood as she headed in to town by the main road. In the center of town was the brothel. The biggest building in town. On the porch in front stood four hookers enticing the men walking by. They had an easy time as men were walking in and out all the time.

All the women in town who wasn't employed or owned by the brothel was giving the place an evil stare. The loin fire blossom was growing all over town, making the women as frustrated as Sophie had been until last night.

 

Sophie stopped her cart in front of the general store and tied the donkey’s rains at the water troth.

Peggy Smith and her daughter May was loading a shipment of corn flower. They were heaving bags up to the storage loft over the store. In any other town their efforts would be remarkable sight as they were tossing bags up to the second floor, which a man would struggle to carry up a ladder.

In this town all women had an abundance of pent up energy. Women all over town were taking out there unsettled needs by doing there chores, digging wells, raising barns, mining gold, farming and everything else that needed doing. Meanwhile the men were either getting drunk at the saloon, fighting in the street or whoring around.

 

Peggy saw Sophie tie up her donkey and tossed up the bag she was holding to her daughter.

 

“Take a break May, I have a customer.” Peggy said to the young girl who caught the bag and carried it in to the loft. May sat down on the bags and lifted her skirt and started shamelessly masturbating her hairless pussy. Not caring who saw her.

 

“Peggy, good to see you. How are you today?” Sophie asked.

 

“Same as yesterday. If only my no good husband would come home and take care of.... things. It wouldn't be so bad. But he is at that godforsaken whore house with them cheap whores. But enough about me, how are you? Is Mr Porkhejm still breathing down your neck?” Peggy asked in genuine concern. While still twitching and fidgeting with her own sexual frustration.

 

“I'm doing fine. I mean money is still tight. Sorry to hear about your husband. I'm looking to avoid Mr Porkhejm, I’ll be coming up short again. The mine just will not give up her gold. So I'm looking to buy my supplies for next month now. Before he comes to collect.” Sophie said. She was trying to hide the fact that she had her needs satiated. Not wanting to explain how.

 

“Beans again? You need some variety in your food or you will get scurvy. I'll put a ham on your tab. You'll pay me when the gold starts coming.” Peggy said raising her voice trying to cover her daughters shameless orgasmic moaning.

 

“Thank you Peggy. You are too good to me.” Sophie said glad at the woman's kindness.

 

“I must say you do seem to be in an exceptional good mod today.” Peggy said as she started to bring out the first bags of beans.

 

“I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about.” Sophie said her cheeks blushing red.

 

“Oh my! You have had a gentleman caller haven't you?” Peggy asked with a beaming smile.

 

“NO! Don't be silly. Why would any man come to me and not any other woman in town?” Sophie defended her face turning red.

 

“Oh, was it a man of ill repute, of color or was in more than one? Were you ravaged by a savage band of natives or escaped slaves from the states? You must tell me. Where did it happen?” Peggy asked enthusiastically, fanning her flushing face with her hand.

 

“It was not like that. I cannot say. You must stop asking.” Sophie said.

 

“I would be inclined to knock of a significant part of your tab and even pay you good money if you would introduce to someone who could....” Peggy said her need evident in her voice.

 

“I'm sorry I must be off to the apothecary. I'll be back for my cart and donkey.” Sophie said and rushed off.

 

Peggy turned back to her daughter who was working her pussy frantically.

“You can do that all day long. It won't help. I should know.” Peggy said.

May replied with a growl more befitting a mountain lion than a thirteen year old girl and kept on furiously masturbating.

 

Sophie walked in brisk steps to the apothecary. She wanted to buy some petroleum gel for Kanella if she was going to make her lay with her donkey.

 

Coming out of the apothecary, Sophie encountered Gloria Porkhejm, Barnaby Porkhejm's daughter.

The red headed girl was a portly freckled thing and she wore a white dress that cost money more than most people saw in a year. She was a mean spirited girl who only was nice to her dad and her pet pig. The pet pig was a huge boar with a rough sparse hair and big tusks.

“You are Sophie Holt aren't you?” the little girl asked with a wicked grin.

 

“Yes and you must be Miss Gloria. Mr Porkhejm's daughter.” Sophie said. In a polite tone adults used with little children.

 

“Daddy says he is going to own your ass soon. You’re not going to be able to pay what you owe him. He is going to work you in his mine until you can’t stand no more. Then you are going to work laying on your back in the whore house. Then he is going to sell you as a barrel girl to a ship in port. Do you know what a barrel girl is?” Gloria asked. A big sadistic smile on her smile.

 

“No Miss Gloria. I'm sure I wouldn't know.” Sophie said, frowning at the rude girl disapprovingly.

 

“That's when a whore is sent as no man can lay with her while looking at her filthy face. So they put her in a barrel and drill a hole for her rear end. Then they sell her to a ship going far, so the sailors can fuck her through the hole without having to look at her.” the girl laughed and her pig seemed to grunt in amusement.

 

“Gloria Porkhejm that is....... brilliant. She wouldn't see him ether.” the cash register inside the apothecary's 'cha chinged' as Sophie was about to rebuke the young girl and Sophie hit upon an idea.

She left the confused looking girl and hurried back to the general store.

 

Peggy Smith had started sweeping the step in front of the store when Sophie returned.

Sophie hesitated not knowing how to broach the subject.

“I loaded up your cart. Have you had a change of heart regarding your mystery man?” Peggy asked half joking.

 

“How much would it be worth to you?” Sophie asked hesitantly.

 

“It would depend on the gentleman. Is he hansom, a tender lover and things like that? Are you serious?” Peggy asked in a low tone of voice. Sophie looked around to make sure no one was overhearing them.

 

“I can’t actually see him. You would have to be cowered in a way.” Sophie said trying to find a good way to explain without giving things away.

 

“Why? Is he hideous?” Peggy asked frowning in confusion.

 

“Yes!.... There was a terrible fire and he can’t talk. He only makes grunting animal noises and he is weary subconscious and won't be able to do his manly duty if you see him.” Sophie said. Feeling good about her story.

 

“Oh my. How terrible. But is his manhood intact?” Peggy asked.

 

“Oh Yes! In fact I can guarantee his manhood will be superior in every way you can think of. In both vigor, stamina, size and ability to re-perform.” Sophie said. She blushed but was glad to see the other woman taking her serious.

 

“Size? How big do you say?” Peggy asked, subconsciously fanning herself as the heat of excitement had her perspiring slightly.

Sophie said nothing but gestured with her hands, making Peggy raise an eyebrow impressed. Even if Sophie under sold the pony's cock size, not wanting to scare Peggy off.

They haggled for a while and decided that they would meet at Sophie's mine right after sunset.

 

Sophie then headed off to the barrel binder and bought an old leaking barrel cheap and some lumber and canvas cloth.

 

Later back at the claim.

 

Sophie looked at her creation and felt good about it. She was in the shed next to her barn.

 She had split the barrel in half and given one half wooden legs making it look like pommel horse with canvas draping its sides and front.

Kanella was inside the contraption with a thick leather belt holding her immobile and her big black ass sticking out.

 

“Monique get the donkey.” Sophie said wiping of sweet and sawdust from her forehead.

 

“Mistress, the donkey's manhood is too much for a woman.” Monique said. Worried about her friend.

 

Sophie drew the whip from her belt in one fluid movement and whipped Monique over her ass leaving a red line in her dark skin.

Monique bowed in submission and then headed off to get the donkey. The unruly beast was soon in the shed before Sophie's contraption, she named the Trojan mare. It looked confused for a moment until he caught the scent of pussy. It wasn't its own kind but he wasn't picky.

Wood creaked slightly as he mounted Kanella who whimpered in fear as the huge cock started pushing against her cunt.

The donkey struggled hard to her his cock in to the tight hole in the frail female underneath.

There was a sharp squeal as he plunged in to the wet softness and he started pounding it hard. He wanted in deeper and rammed harder. The woman's cunt stretched and soon his balls slapped against her thighs.

Sophie watched her slave having a powerful orgasm and decided that when she had the time she would have a go at the donkey.

Kanella came of an amazing orgasm, better than the first night she had sex with the ponies. The donkey came inside her filling her, inflating her like a balloon. Until it all exploded out of her.

 

Sophie untied her slave who collapsed in a sweaty heap under the Trojan breathing hard. Then they started setting things up for Peggy Smith's arrival.

 

Badoma, Barnaby Porkhejm office.

 

Porkhejm was sitting in his office behind a fine oak wooden desk. There was six black naked young women standing in front of him on display. They all had a number on a collar around there neck, but they were otherwise naked. A seventh black woman was under his desk slowly sucking his cock trying to make his erection last as long as possible.

He was trying to decide wish ones would go to the whore house and who would be used as breeding stock.

He made a rotating motion with his finger and the women turned around showing of their fine backsides. He licked is lips and made his decision. He would breed the two with the finest hips.

There was a knock on the door.

 

“Enter!” Porkhejm said without taking his eyes of the naked women who still stood there displaying their asses to him.

 

A man in scruffy looking clothing entered. His name was Boris and was one of Porkhejm's new underlings. He was big and wide with a black bushy beard.

“Mr Porkhejm. I'm back and everything went good at the McHarris claim.” the man said.

 

“Excellent Boris, you 'salted' there wash plant with the gold.” Porkhejm asked.

 

“Yes sir. There should be at least half an ounce gold in there sluice box. They should be down here celebrating and eager to take a loan from you. Like all the others.” Boris said.

 

“You have seen them more than me. Do you think they will make good workers?” Porkhejm asked.

 

“Well he would make a half decent miner I think. She I reckon will be the real money maker, working in the whore house. Pretty in the face and two great big milkers. The lumberjacks from Samara is going to love her the next time they come passing through.” Boris said.

 

“They will have to wait. She will be working in the mine first.” Porkhejm said petting the woman sucking his cock on the head and giving her an approving smile.

 

“Sir, if you don't mind me asking. Why do you make the women work the mines? Women ain't as strong as the men and they would last longer at the whore house.” Boris asked curious but worried that he might offend his employer.

 

“You haven't been paying attention to the women in town and around, have you? What these flowers do to them?” Porkhejm asked and picked up a little Loin Fire Blossom from a vase in the table.

Then he rubbed the flower on the upper lip on the black woman who was sucking his cock.

The slave woman froze for a moment as her eyes rolled back and she inhaled deeply through her nose. She started grunting like an animal and breathing hard as the need for sex started burning inside her.

Boris opened his mouth to reply but stopped himself. He was getting payed in good money and more sex than he had in his whole life until now. So he said nothing.

“The smell of the flower make them as flushed as a cat in May and it makes them as strong as any three men. And if they go without sex they will be as strong as any ten men. They spend they frustration working. They will dig more ore providing me with more gold than at the whore house.” Porkhejm said.

 

“That's clever, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Boris asked.

 

“Yes, take these slaves to the whore house except number 23 and 27. I'm going to breed them with the boy.” Porkhejm said.

 

“Why do you let that little boy breed your slaves? He isn't old enough to shave.” Boris asked, frowning. He felt that he would rather do it.

 

“Have you seen the boy’s mother and two sisters?” Porkhejm asked with a knowing smile.

 

“Oh yes. The ones with the huge chest.” he said with a dreamy smile.

 

“My dad was a horse breeder. He taught me to look at the whole horse’s blood line. I'm hoping to pass on that trait on to my slave women. Can you imagine my new generation of sluts with breasts like that?” Porkhejm said.

 

“I can’t wait. They would catch a fine price on the slave market too.” Boris said.

 

“Yes. But I don't think I could part with such a fine creatures. That reminds me come Monday it's time to collect Sophie Holt's debt. She won't be able to pay so we will put her in the mine straight away. So have the boys ready to ride out in a few days.” Porkhejm said.

 

The slave that had been working his cock lost control of herself and climbed up from the table and straddled to ride his cock with her hungry pussy. She had gone from s perfect submissive slave to a sex mad wild thing. Porkhejm smiled and let her ride him. He was going to punish her for her over step, with a good spanking and a hard ass fucking. But that was a joy for later.

 

Sometime later at the Holt claim.

 

Peggy Smith stood in the little shed Miss Holt called a barn. Everything was damp and getting cold as the sun was setting. It smelled like animals and she didn't want to touch anything as it all was dirty. She undressed reluctantly and looked at the strange contraption she was supposed to climb in to. It looked hastily assembled with half a barrel as the top and standing on four wooden legs. There was a plank mounted on the far end making it look vaguely like a horse. There was also a piece of canvas draped over the thing.

Sophie Holt stepped inside, closing the door behind.

“Is he here?” Peggy asked.

 

“Yes. He is waiting for you. Just get in to the thing. Just enter it from behind and tighten the belt around the waist hard. He is going to give it to you hard and you don't want to fall over.” Sophie said.

 

“Is this really necessary? I mean...” Peggy said pointing to the horse looking thing.

 

“It's just... I mean you have to.... It won't happen if you don't. Okay.” Sophie said. Struggling to find a reason for the woman to get in the thing.

 

“He better be hung like a horse.” Peggy harrumphed annoyed and started to climb in. she pulled the thick leather belt tight around her waist as Sophie adjusted the end of the leather belt and lowered the canvas over the women.

She had cut out a large hole over Peggy's ass. Giving easy access to the woman's pussy and ass.

 

“Funny you should say horse.” Sophie mumbled as she walked for the door.

 

“What did you say?” Peggy asked not being able to make out Sophie's words. She got no reply but someone entered again as she could hear heavy footsteps and see shadows moving in the light.

 

“Hello, is someone there?” she asked. No one answered but she could feel warm heavy breathing on her ass.

 

“May I know your name? Miss Holt has said many things about you. But she neglected your name.” Sophie asked. But all she could hear of him was a strange grunt and snorting as he started licking her pussy with a thick long tongue, which wormed its way up her pussy.

 

“Oh my! I have heard about men doing that to please a woman. Is this what they call French kissing?” Sophie asked delighted. She bit her lower lip and rotated her hips as she pushed back against him.

She was half way to her first orgasm in what felt like forever, when he suddenly stopped. She was confused as it sounded as if he was trying to climb on top of her. Something bumped in to her butt then something big started pushing against her pussy.

It couldn't possibly be his cock as it was too big. She started to panic as she thought he was trying to put his fist inside her. She tried to escape but she found that Sophie had pinned the end of the belt and she was stuck.

Her wet hungry cunt gave way and the huge thing plowed in to her body. It hit the bottom of her pussy making her see stars and knocking the wind out of her in a long loud grown.

She screamed in panic begging to for him to stop but he was merciless and fucked her like a savage.

At first she was in agony, but her sex starved body needed fucking and started to adjust to the colossal ram rod. The sounds of the woman crying, the pony's grunting and wood creaking filled the little shed for half an hour.

Hot cum blasted in to her pussy filling her womb with the pony's seed as they came together. Then she started laughing as she realized that she had been fucked by a cock.

“Oh dear. I can see why Miss Holt is keeping you to herself. You are all man, Aren't you?” she said.

He grunted loud and mounted her again. This time lasing even longer than before and then he had her again.

 

Sophie stood at the door listening to her pony screwing Peggy. After the third time she grabbed another pony by the rains and led him in.

“Sophie, is that you?” Peggy asked. Breathing hard.

 

“Yes. I'm just checking everything is alright.” Sophie said.

 

“That was amazing. I haven't had a man like that in years or ever. But the belt is stuck and I can’t get free.” Peggy said tugging at the belt.

 

“There is no need to undo the belt yet. He is just getting his second wind.” Sophie said and released the pony she led in. Then she led out the first pony.

 

“I couldn't possibly, it's too much. He is to rough, too big. I can't...... OH GOD!” Peggy gasped, interrupted by the second who mounted her and slammed his cock in the cum oozing hole.

 

Sophie spent the night rotating the ponies in and out of the barn. By the time the sun came up over the horizon Peggy was just hanging limp under the mock mare. The only sound she made came from the pony pumping her stretched out cum dripping cunt.

Sophie finally undid the belt and Peggy collapsed on the dirty floor of the barn were she fell asleep.

Sophie lay a blanket over the exhausted woman. Who slept with a big smile on her face and would twitch and moan softly in her orgasmic after quakes.

 

After a few hours when Peggy recovered, she got up on shaky legs and dressed. Sophie waited outside with her horse ready. Her body was aching in a wonderful way, that she hadn't felt since she had lost her virginity at age twelve to the monks at the monastery in the village where she grew up.

She hugged Sophie tight and slipped her a pouch with the gold they had agreed on.

 

“I wish I could have met your mystery man and thank him. Give him my best.” Peggy said and took the reins of her horse.

 

“Yes I will.” Sophie said and slipped the gold in to her pocket without checking how much it was as it might be rude. She already felt that she had cheated her friend out of the gold as she had passed of her ponies as a real man.

 

Peggy noticed her friend looking embarrassed and she looked around the place to see if she could catch a glimpse of the strange man. This made Sophie more uncomfortable and Peggy noticed that there was a place where she wouldn't look. It didn't make any sense at first as it was the ponies for dragging the mining carts that she wouldn't look at. Then she saw the thick cum froth like the froth she had been covered in from her waist down on their groins and hind legs.

Sophie blushed red as she realized she had been found out.

 

“The ponies! You, you are...... clever. I might be back in a few days.” Peggy said and put a foot in the stirrup to mount her horse. She stopped to look at her horse’s huge half stiff cock, then she looked back at Sophie and gave her a smile.

She rode of in the sunrise with a smile despite her sore rear end.

 

Later that afternoon.

 

Sophie Holt had Kanella and Monique bent over the punishment bench, with their naked asses high in the chilly air. Witch raised goosebumps on their dark mahogany skin.

She had carved a wide paddle out of a piece of hickory wood. The handle was sanded smooth but she had left the flat sides rough.

She slapped them in turn taking her time between slaps building there anticipation with every smack of the paddle. Her slaves hadn't displeased her, Sophie was just establishing her dominance over her slaves. Making sure they knew they were her property and nothing else.

She was thinking about making them watch as she had sex with the ponies. Making them lick her clean after every turn. After the first night when she had sex with her pony's Sophie had started thinking about all kinds of ways to have sex without a man.

She wondered about making some kind of belt with big mock penis attached on it. Maybe molded from candle wax or have a smithy mold it in bronze. But that meant she would have to make one of her slaves to fuck her and that felt like she would be making her subservient. She was contemplating using on to reward her slaves for helping her have sex with the pony's and donkey, when she heard a horse approaching.

She gave Kanella's big ass one last whack starting low and going up making her butt jiggle like a mound of chocolate pudding. Then she pushed the handle of the paddle up Monique's ass.

 

“Make sure it stays there. If it falls to the ground or you touch it with your hands I will shove back to the hilt starting with the flat end.” Sophie hissed in her ear and slapped her ass hard with her hand.

 

“Yes mistress.” Monique whimpered.

 

Sophie adjusted her clothes and hair then walked toward the road to see who was coming. Sophie could recognize the woman riding toward her even at the distance.

Lana McLang ran the only fashionable clothing store in Badoma. She was dressed in the latest fashion from France, perfect makeup and riding side saddle. She was a petite young thing with big brown eyes and hazel hair. Her lightly dark skin hinted of maybe a native or Latina heritage.

 

“Good morning, Miss Holt. Fine weather we are having this day.” McLang said. Giving a polite smile.

 

“Splendid weather Miss McLang. May I invite you in for a cup of tea?” Sophie said returning the other woman's smile.

 

“Why that would be lovely.” Lana said and dismounted her horse, in a perfect graceful movement.

 

“Kanella, Tea.” Sophie commanded. Kanella moved with speed and Monique followed but moved slow and deliberate pace. Trying not to lose the paddle.

 

They sat down at the small table in Sophie's cabin. The small place was sparsely furnished but Lana who was used to the finer things in life managed to appear not to notice.

“I see you are using a paddle to discipline your slaves.” Lana said. Starting the conversation.

 

“Yes, nothing like a fine peace of hickory to keep them in line.” Sophie said.

 

“We have a new type of a Cat-o'-Nine-Tails from France. It has a nice silk wrapped hilt and brass rings tied in the knots. I could give you a good price if you are interested.” Lang said as she took her cup of tea from Kanella, who was kneeling in submission by the table.

Sophie wondered if Lana was looking down her nose at her. But she could not see any indication of it. In fact the petite woman was trying to be genuinely nice to her and she was holding something back.

“So how are things in town?” Sophie asked probing.

 

“Mostly the same. I met Miss Smith today. She was in a good mood, a very good mood.” Lana said blushing slightly.

 

“Is she now? Did she say why?” Sophie replied giving a knowing smile.

 

“She says she visited you and your mystery man.” Lana said. She picked up a tiny silk bundle tied with a pink ribbon and dropped it in front Sophie. It thumped on the table with a weight that was belied by its size.

Sophie didn't need to look inside to see it was filled with gold. She grabbed it and put it in her pocket.

 

“What did she say about him?” Sophie asked with a knowing smile.

 

“She was a little aloof on the specifics. She said that she had be in some kind of thing. She also said that he was hung like a horse and had stamina like a horse and.... what else.. he would mount you like a horse. She thought that was funny somehow.” Lana said.

Sophie had to bite the inside of her lip not to laugh herself.

 

“Follow me to the barn.” Sophie said getting up.

 

Half an hour later, the little shed called the barn was rocking and creaking with to the sound of rough animal on woman fucking. Sophie had wondered if she had made a mistake, as Miss Lang had been begging for mercy like a sinner before god. Now she was moaning like the plantation owner’s daughter team tagged in the slave quarters. Sophie was feeling good. She had enough gold to pay off Mr Porkhejm or at least the next a good part of what she owed.

She would have to weigh the gold to know exactly how much she had.

 

She was feeling the weight of her gold as she was getting ready to move in the next pony when she heard another horse riding toward her.

She could see that it was Susana Steel the wife of the town’s blacksmith. She was a tall strong woman with dark brown hair and a bust that always made Sophie feel a little jealous and turned on.

She was in gray blouse and a purple skirt, with tough work boots.

Sophie handed over the pony's rains to Monique and told her to replace the pony screwing McLang the next time it came and then walked to meet the Miss Steel. Hoping to meet her far enough away so she couldn't hear what was going on in the barn.

 

“Fine day we are having, Miss Steel.” Sophie said in a loud voice hoping to drown out the moaning and grunting from the barn.

 

“Fine as can be, Miss Holt. I meet Miss Smith at the general store this morning.” Susana Steel said. She always stood straight backed with her hands on her wide hips. Like she was posing for a war of independence poster, her hair waving with the wind.

 

“Oh, and how is she today?” Sophie asked suspecting where this was going. She didn't know how to approach the subject of her 'mystery man' or how to get her away from the barn long enough to get Miss McLang satisfied and leave.

 

“She is in high spirit and still walking bow legged after you had your pony's mount her. Pounded her like a railroad crew driving a spike in tough ground. So how does this work, do I give you the gold first or....” Miss Steel blurted out.

Sophie shouldn't have been surprised that the woman would be so straight forward. Susana Steel was notoriously blunt in her speech and had the manners of a lumberjack.

 

“Well..... Usually... the thing is there haven't been many....  ” Sophie fumfered as she was looking around for a mob with pitchforks and torches, looking to burn her for the sin of bestiality.

But there was none to be seen.

“Is that McLang's horse? Is she with one your ponies now? Can I watch her get ravaged by the little stallions?” Miss Steel said amused and aroused.

 

“Hmmm... I think there's a knot hole in back.” Sophie said. She was relived to find someone who was so open minded about what she was doing to pay of her loan.

 

They walked around back and Susana found the hole and looked in. At first she was amused and started making rough sexual comments.

 

“Oh my god! She is taking the whole thing. Look at him go. He is just going on and on, and she is taking it like a common streetwalker.” Miss Steel said to herself. Her voice was getting lower and a heat was building in every word, as she was starting to rub her crotch through the fabric of her skirt.

 

“How long is she going to be in there? I mean when can I...?” Susana asked. Her eyes were burning with lust as she turned to Sophie.

 

“Until she can't take it anymore. Of course by then the ponies will be spent and unable to do anything for hours.” Sophie said, looking regretful.

Susana Steel groaned in frustration and her fingers clawed at the wood of the wall.

 

“I have a donkey.” Sophie said pointing with her thumb over her shoulder and giving Susana a smile that said I might be joking but I'm probably not.

Susana looked at the donkey closely for the first time. The creature was a shabby thing, but it was standing with the side toward them and his cock was hanging out. Susana licked her lips in though.

 

“You must be jesting. That would surely ruin a woman for all other men.” Miss Steel said. But she was getting aroused at the thought of the donkey's huge manhood.

 

“Oh, what has the men of this town done for us? They lure us to this empty land where the loin fire blossoms drive us up the wall with lust. Then they spend all their time at the whore house, so they can indulge their own carnal needs with no regard to the woman's needs. We women need to look after ourselves.” Sophie said as she started leading Susana to the donkey.

Susana who had thundered in with her mind made up was getting hesitant. She started to let Sophie take the lead.

 

“It looks dangerous, have you laid with the donkey.” Susana asked, as they walked up to the donkey.

 

“Three times a day.” Sophie lied and knelt by the donkey's side and cupped his huge balls with her hands.

 

She had only had the donkey fuck her slaves, but she was sure a sturdy woman like Susana Steel would be able to take the beast and live.

The donkey snorted and twitched his cock as it started to grow.

 

“Feel its manhood. It's smooth like silk.” Sophie said and Susana Steel knelt beside her. She held it in her hand and felt it's warmth throb. She caught the scent of the huge cock and started to lean toward it as she started to stroke it. Before she knew it Susana had the huge head of the cock in her mouth, tasting the twitching and jerking man meat. Sophie stepped back as Susana started moaning softly as she started working the long thick donkey shaft down her gullet.

 

She ordered Kanella to make a bench for Susana to be mounted over by the donkey.

“Is something wrong?” she asked as her slave hesitated.

 

“If more hears about the ponies and your donkey able to pleasure a woman. Will there be enough for us?” Kanella said hesitantly. She didn't want to sound like she was asking for her own needs, as anything that looked like self-indulgence in a slave would earn swift and hard discipline from her owner.

 

“We are going to need more ponies and I think I know where to find them. You and Monique will have to train them to mount a woman.” Sophie said. Kanella tried to hide her smile by lowering her head in submission.

 

“Mistress is wise.” Kanella said.

Susana coughed as she choked on the torrent of cum the donkey pumped in her mouth. Her nipples were rock hard as she licked the cum around her mouth like the honey glassing of a pastry and her eyes glowed with the huger for more.

 

“First one is free. If you want him to mount you like a broodmare, you have to pay.” Sophie said and Susana picked up a small gold nugget.

 

They used the cart, lay a blanket over the edge so she could bend over it and be mounted. Susana hitched up her skirt and dropped her panties. Her ass was firm and her hips wide and the donkey found the scent of her wet pussy. It sniffed and licked her first, exploring the hole before mounting the woman. But he pushed in her with his stiff cock, making Susana grunt in pain.

 

 

Within a few weeks Sophie Holt turned her mining sight to a Brothel for women. She bought a dozen ponies and had her slaves train them to pleasure women. She couldn't charge as much as she had for her first customers. Her secret was out among the women of Badoma. But she still made enough money to put a dent in her debt to Mr Porkhejm. And for a time things were good.

 

A few weeks later, Badoma.

 

Mr Porkhejm was going over his business ledgers looking for what was wrong. Anger and frustration was boiling inside him. He had been taking out his frustrations by angrily ass fucking one of his sex slaves. The black woman still lay sweaty and panting hard on the floor.

Almost every column was in the red. It was like the whole country was running out of steam. The women of the tannery was putting out less leather, the women working the cannery was slowing down, the candle makers was hardly working at all.

His import was suffering as well. He was importing trinkets like perfume, cheap jewelry and lace dresses, that the women would spend their hard earned money in the hope of attracting there men back from the brothel.

The only thing that was breaking even was the brothel. He was about to grab the slave and plow her big black ass again when his eye fell on a small line in the loan and debt ledger.

Sophie Holt was ahead in her payments. Far ahead, she had almost payed off all her loan. Looking over the purchase and sails ledger she found that she had bought six pony's and two donkeys from him. They weren't new, in fact they had been over worked animals ready for the glue factory.

Something was wrong and he needed to find out what.

 

“Lanisha, present your backside.” Porkhejm commanded.

 

“Master, please it still hurts so bad.” The slave said still laying on the floor.

Porkhejm pulled of his belt in one smooth movement and slapped her hard. Lanisha curled up in a ball on the floor first, earning her three more slaps.

 

“Get up and bend over this table, now. Or so help me god, I will....” Porkhejm growled, his cock was now throbbing painfully hard in his pants.

Lanisha did as she was told and bent over the desk exposing her ass to her master.

 

“You know sometimes I think you like getting punished.” Porkhejm said and slapped her ass again.

Lanisha looked back and bit her lower lip to hide her smile. Her heart pounded in her chest with excitement, as he white masters dominating rage enveloped her like a warm blanket.

His powerful hands were on her wide hips, holding her down hard.

 

Porkhejm put his thick foot long cock between her big black ass mounds and watched as all of his white cock meat plowed in to her darkness. His slave whimpered helplessly before him, as he started roughly fucking her.

It was like the whole world melted away and there was only him and her. He pulled her hair back hard and he could smell her sweat spiced with fear and lust. His hips slapped against her ass hard making the whole desk shake and her ass jiggle. He came with a loud grown as he slammed in to her hard one last time. He held her close to him in a powerful grip letting the bulk of his weight hold her down. Helpless and unable to move. She gave a long soft moan almost like a cat purring.

 

“Thank you, master. Thank you.” She whispered quietly.

Porkhejm slapped her ass hard, making her gasp. Then he slumped back in his chair, exhausted.

 

“Go to the stable and have them ready the coach. It's time to visit the Holt's claim.” Porkhejm said. This time he gave her a more playful slap on her ass.

 

“I will have your finest slaves bridled to it, master.” she said and walked out the door on unsteady legs.

 

Sometime later he was sitting in the coach, his daughter Gloria had asked to come along. She had said that she wanted to point and laugh at the poor people. She was sitting by the driver and whipped the slaves pulling the coach.

Near the Holt's claim they caught sight of a woman on a horse. She moved ahead to the Holt's claim when she saw the coach approach. Porkhejm wondered if she was some kind of lookout.

 

The gold claim looked busy. There was a newly built animal pen with over a dozen animals inside.

There was also three horses tied to a bar. It looked like there was at least three visitors there.

Miss Holt came out to meet him.

 

“Good day to you, Mr Porkhejm and you little Gloria. What brings you out here today?” she said. She was smiling like she was holding back a funny secret.

 

“A good day to you. I was just curious to see how you are able to mine so much gold all of a sudden. Why you are the only mining sight around showing profit.” Porkhejm said.

 

“The good lord has blessed us with an unexpected source of gold. I hope to pay off the loan with interest this time next month.” Miss Holt said struggling not to sound smug.

 

“There's no hurry, you are far ahead in your payments. I see you have visitors, am I'm not disturbing them am I?” Porkhejm asked pointing to the horses.

 

“Oh, just a few of the lady's and I having a get together. Gabbing about feminine things. Nothing special.” Sophie Holt said dismissively.

 

“Well I thought it would be good for my daughter Gloria to see how things work, were the gold comes from and how hard people work to mine it from the dirt. With your mine doing so good I thought this mine would be perfect.” Porkhejm said.

He thought it would be a perfect excuse to have a good look around. He knew Gloria would have no interest in the place or how it worked.

She liked to spend her time tripping over the elderly or pay the other kids to do humiliating things.

The little chubby girl scampered of skipping and singing a rude song she had heard from the sailors at the bar.

 

Miss Holt and Mr Porkhejm walked around the mining sight and talked about trivialities for a near hour. He noticed that the animals appeared hard worked. But the soil and pay dirt hadn't been turned over in some time. The path between the mine and the slues box hadn't been walked since the last rain.

As they turned back Porkhejm saw the two of Holt's slaves carry a woman on a stretcher in to the cabin.

 

“Is something wrong? She looks hurt.” Porkhejm said and set of in a trod toward the woman and slaves.

The woman was Angela de Silvia the reverend's daughter. She was laying under a blanket but she looked exhausted breathing hard and quivering spasmodically. She was covered in sweat and her eyes was rolled back and she was mumbling something about bringing another donkey.

 

“What is wrong with her and why is she smiling like that?” Porkhejm asked. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief. She stank like a slave woman who had worked to long in the whore house.

 

“She has come down with.... donkey pox. Yes also known as smiling fever. A womanly thing, not for the knowing of men. It is rude for a man to look upon a woman in this state. You must be away.” Miss Holt said and started to forcefully lead the man away.

 

The coach rumbled and creaked as it was pulled along. The slave women grunted in effort and the whip snapped making them yelp and whimpered as the leather knots licked there dark sweat glistening skin.

In the coach Porkhejm sat pondering. Gloria was sitting inside next to him. She said her arm was tiered from whipping the slaves on the way up.

 

“Gloria sweet heart, did any of your step mommy's say anything about something called the smiling fever or donkey pox when they taught you about lady things?” Porkhejm said after a long silence.

 

“No. Sounds like something you would catch from a Mexican whore.” Gloria said.

 

“Why Mexican?” Porkhejm asked confused.

 

“Because they all have sex with donkeys because their husbands are too lazy to do them right. Step mommy two said so.” Gloria said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

 

“Gillian was one of the lord’s special people, an amazing body. But I wouldn't pay any mind to what came out of her mouth.” Porkhejm said. He realized that he might have to take an interest in what his only daughter was learning from the women in his life.

 

“The barn did smell like the whore house. You remember when crazy miner Willy hit it big and payed for whores to everyone on his mining teem. Including a whore for the horses.” Gloria started.

 

“Oh, yes. Yolanda was never the same after that.” Porkhejm said wondering where she was going with this.

 

“Well, I wanted to see if she would get split in half by the big horse cocks. That didn't happen. But by the time she was done she stank like that barn.” Gloria said.

 

Porkhejm sat wondering for a while. Could it be possible that he had driven the women in this town to mate outside there species. This had to be stopped. Women should be working, making the life of men better. In the wild it was the female lions who hunted so the male could eat his fill. The only duty of the man was to breed the women. He had a vision and these women were ruining it.

Something had to be done.

The first thing he would do was to pay top dollars for every old pony, horse and donkey that wasn't fit to work the mines. That would stop them expanding their operation. Then he would need a horse thief or thieves. He smiled to himself, a wicked smile.

 

Late the next day.

 

The sun was going down and everything was slowing down for the night.

The barn was filled with the smell of animals and the lingering sent of women in sexual ecstasy. Sophie Holt inhaled it and smiled. In front of her stood her newest acquisition. It was a mustang, not some old worn out mining horse on his last leg. He was young and vibrant and he was dancing in place with pent up energy. Sophie slipped off her dress and lay back on one of the many new benches in the barn. She spread her legs wide and the mustang snorted and stomped his hoofs as he smelled her hot pussy. He advanced in two quick steps and mounted her.

 

The eager stud thrust wildly missing, his huge cock sliding all over Sophie's body. He dismounted, kicking dirt in frustration and mounted her again. This time the thick flat head of his cock hit her pussy perfectly with the power of a mule's kick. She grunted loud as the huge member rammed in to the bottom of her pussy. Pain exploded like stars of crimson in her mind and she wondered if she had made a mistake letting the huge stud have her before she tested him on her slaves to see if he was safe for a free woman. But she had wanted him all for herself.

 

She let her body relax and her mind floated off in a universe exploding with supernovas of orgasm. Everything else faded away and there was only her, her horse and the mashing rhythm of their body's. She gripped his flanks with her arms and legs holding him closer. Her hungry body begging for him to unleash his pent up torrent of frustrations in the depths of her being. He held it back wanting to brake her with his sexual might. He shifted his angle of attack and her short grunts shifted to long moans of longing for his seed.

She was oblivious to what was going on outside the barn and with her slaves readying a hot bath in the house.

 

A band of horse thieves was sneaking up on the mining sight from the riverside. Slick Will and five of his friends had been hired by the town big shot Mr Porkhejm to rustle everything on hooves at this mining sight and if he could find evidence of the women having unholy intimate relations with the animals he would pay a huge bonus.

He thought it was ludicrous, the idea of women having it with animals wasn't possible. A woman would be crushed under a horse.

 

He could see lights in the house and thought he saw the two slave women working inside. That would mean that Miss Holt was probably in there too.

He signaled his men to round up the animals in the pen, while he checked out the barn. There was strange sounds coming from there. It sounded like a horse trying to break out of some kind of creaky wooden contraption and there was some kind of wailing. Like a banshee caught in a bear trap.

Instinctively he drew his gun and walked quietly to the barn and opened the door. His jaw dropped at the sight. There was a big horse, a mustang mounting a woman. The woman was Miss Holt and she was loving it. He watched her cling to the underbelly of the horse thrusting her body back countering the horses thrust. An idea hit him, if Mr Porkhejm wanted to humiliate this woman. He would get just that.

One of the other horse thieves entered.

 

“Holy molly, Slick. He was right, they are doing the nasty with the horse. You want to stop her?” he whispered.

 

“Get a rope Bill. I have an idea.” Slick Will whispered back.

 

“What you got planed?” Bill asked.

 

“It's Sunday tomorrow. This sinner should go to church and confess her sins.” Will said with a wicked smile.

They let the odd couple finish there unnatural union of flesh and lust. Slick Will stepped up to the woman and cocked his gun with a confident smile.

 

Sunday morning.

 

The church bell rung one last time and the last of the church goers of Badoma entered and the door shut. Slick Will and his boys was waiting just outside of town. They had borrowed a huge draft horse from the local corn farmer. They had been feeding it roasted pumpkin seeds that they served at Mr Porkhejm's whore house. They were a rare type that helped men get more and longer erections. Also they would make more cum.

 

Three of Slick Will's men was holding Sophie's naked body under the belly of the huge draft horse stallion. Will was looping a rope around the horse and the woman. Teeing her in a perfect position to be penetrated by the monsters male member lurking in his sheath.

Slick Will then rubbed a handful of loin blossoms under the belly of the horse so when he wrapped the final loop of rope around her face was pushed in to the sticky sap with its agonizingly powerful aphrodisiac.

 

Sophie held her breath as she struggled against the ropes in vain. As they led the horse to the doorsteps of the church.

 

“Bill get the rag and tie it to the bit near his muzzle. Jack make sure the pecker goes inside her.” Slick Will said.

Bill tied a rag soaked in urine from of a mare in heat.

 

“I don't want to touch that thing. It's probably all sticky.” Jack whined.

 

“You do as you’re told or you don't get payed.” Will snapped.

Jack did as he was told and as the huge cock started to grow.

Sophie couldn't hold her breath anymore and she gasped loud. At the same time the huge cock started pushing against the wet pussy. She couldn't help pushing back at the thick cock.

The horse started prancing like a young thoroughbred waiting to be let out to summer pasture.

 

Mr Porkhejm sat in the front row in the church pew, his daughter on his left and six of his finest sex slaves on his right. Al were dressed up in there Sunday bests. He was in a perfect white suite with a black necktie and he was holding his hat in his hand trying to look proper. Gloria was fidgeting in a silk dress with multiple layers of underskirts. The slaves were dressed in the latest burlesque fashion from France. It was Porkhejm's way of advertising his slave women, after all why go to church if you have no sins to confess.

 

The reverend was preaching the good book of Sodom and Gomorrah.

“..... and Lot said to the men of the village 'My daughters are frigid and need a good mass ravaging of the backside. Violate them instead of the angels.' And the men did so. Though the men were numerous and there need great, the daughters endured by praising the lords’ name and for their praise he rewarded them with joy full bliss.” Reverend Graham was interrupted as the doors flung open and a huge horse burst in.

 

The huge beast was moving like a half wild mustang with a burr under the saddle.  He was bucking and thrusting his hips fast and hard. There was a woman tied under the horse.

Porkhejm smiled as he saw Sophie Holt naked and humping back against the huge cock stretching her out. They were both oblivious to everyone looking, consumed by their unholy carnal act.

The draft horse was frustrated by the lack of progress and wanted to go deeper. He moved to the altar knocking the shocked reverend aside. Crucifix, bible and candles was knocked to the ground as Sophie and the horse landed on the altar.

Stunned gasps shifted to exclamations of disbelief. Sophie could hear nothing of this, her mind was consumed by lust and the fiery rhythm of love making with her new equestrian lover. Her orgasms exploded like blasphemes fireworks on the holy altar.

Finally the horse came. With a final exhausted grunt the steaming beast blew his load of seamen. A biblical flood of cum spilled from the altar and on to the crucifix and bible laying on the floor below the altar.

 

Sophie came down from her sexual high and the pink fog of lust lifted from her mind. She could make out angered voices shouting at her.

 

“BLASPHEMER! WHORE OF BABYLON! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?” the reverend shouted red faced.

 

“It wasn't my idea, I mean I didn't want..... OH GOD not again. OH GOD, OH GOD YES! OH GOD FUCK ME!” Sophie started protesting but was interrupted as the horse got his second wind and started thrusting in to her again. Embarrassed she was unable to stop herself she started thrusting back against the horse’s huge member. This time she could hear the outraged crowd. Jabs of shame stabbed through her arousal like angry spears. Spicing and heightening her orgasms.

 

Hours later.

 

Sophie was bent over naked head and hands in the stockades, rough wood chafing her skin. The reverend was standing to her left and Mr Porkhejm to her right.

“We all saw the sins of this woman. She needs to be punished, harshly.” The reverend said red faced.

 

Porkhejm standing with his thumbs stretching his suspenders and a big smile on his face spoke up.

“The good reverend is right and when he talks about punishment I think of my dear old dad. When he caught me as a child smoking his cigars he punished me by making me smoke the whole box of them. Made me sick like a dog. I never smoked again. I say this harlot wishes to lay with the beast I say we should find every pony, donkey and horse around and make them mount this whore until she is cured of her perversion or dies from exhaustion. What say you, people of Badoma? Do we give this sinner her comeuppance?” Porkhejm said loudly, building up the crowd’s fury.

 

They disbursed to collect their animals.

Porkhejm leaned over and whispered to a small group of girls who then ran off giggling.

Lighting a thick cigar he then swaggered back to Sophie and blew a thick cloud of smoke in her face.

“Yes, I never smoked again.” Smoke billowed as he whispered to her. He took another deep drag on the cigar and gave a low chuckle blowing puffs of more smoke in her face.

 

“Why are you doing this? I was paying off my loan to you.” Sophie asked in anger.

 

“I decide when the women of this town get there womanly fire doused, not you and your filthy animals. It's that fire that keeps you sluts working overtime. It's what keeps you dumb bitches spending your gold at my stores. And if you survive this you will work my mines until you got nothing left but your ass and cunt left. Then I'm going to sell you to the next ship going out of port and when they are done with you, they will dump you in some primitive village were the natives have bones in their noses and you will breed a small tribe of mud blood children.” Porkhejm said leaning closer until her nose touched his.

She tried to bite him her teeth snapping half an inch from his face.

 

The girls came back smiling carrying bouquets of loin fire blossoms.

“Good girls. Arrange them just in front of her. Get three more armfuls and you can have a free bag of sweets from my store. We have a new type of nougat from France, called French Nougat.” Porkhejm said to the girls who ran of giggling to get more flowers. He picked up a hand full and forced them in to Sophie's mouth. Holding his hand over her mouth he forced her to swallow the flowers.

The powerful fumes of the flowers rose up to her face and this time she didn't resist them. She inhaled them and her blood was set ablaze again.

She could hear hooves approaching from behind her but couldn't turn her head and look as the thick wooden board of the stockades obscured her view behind her. Something big mounted her from behind and some of the town’s people started throwing spoiled fruits and vegetables at her.

She ignored them all. She was going to put on a show for them. A show of lust and carnal desire.

There was gasps and exclamations of disbelief as old McRonald's new plow horse mounted Sophie, who invited the huge penetration. The outrage and throwing of old fruit slowed down and finally stopped after Sophie had been mounted by her tenth horse and showed no sign of slowing down. The men started disbursing the crowd as they noticed there women starting to looking at Sophie getting screwed by the horses with admiration and growing lust hidden in their eyes.

 

Hours later.

 

Kanella and Monique was in the sheriff’s office. They had been seized with all other of Sophie Holt's property. They were sitting in a cell, the door was unlocked. But generations of breeding and hard slave training left them unable to disobey. The threshold may have been a solid brick wall, without the permission of a white master to let them cross.

 

“Kanella, I'm worried. If we are sold to another master, we may not be used for sex at all. What if we are sold to the cotton fields? Only work no men, or even horse.” Monique said rubbing her arms in worry.

 

“It may not be so bad. We may be sold to the whore house. Can you imagine, nothing but screwing all day and night. Mistress was quick to the whip. I hear whores are almost newer whipped.” Kanella said trying to lighten the mood.

 

“They know we have lain with the horses. What man would not feel small next to such a cock as a horse have or even a little pony? No, we must find a way out of here and return to our mistress and make things the way it was.” Monique said hotly and thumping her fist against the wooden bench she sat on.

 

She stood up and took two quick strides to the cell door and Kanella followed. They stopped at the threshold and looked down. Then they looked in to the sheriff’s office. It was empty, the sheriff had stepped outside to bring his horse to the raping of Sophie Holt.

“How do we get permission to step over?” Kanella finally asked.

 

“I don't know.” Monique said frustrated.

 

They stood there wondering until the sheriff came back. The portly old man had a thick white mustache and a big hat. He unbuckled his gun belt and hung it on a hock by the door.

 

“Master, may we leave?” Monique asked timidly not meting his eyes.

 

“Why?” He asked and picked up a whiskey bottle and undid the cork.

 

“To help and service.” Kanella said half hiding behind Monique.

 

The sheriff was about to reply when the door opened and three of Mr Porkhejm’s finest whores stepped in. The three black women was fine examples of what a few generations of selective breeding can achieve. Wide swaying hips, long legs, huge tits and perfect smooth ebony skinned women carrying plates of food and drink.

 

“Mr Porkhejm sent us to show his appreciation of your work and knowing when to look the other way. So he said that we should give anything you wanted.” One of the women said while leading the sheriff to the chair by his desk.

He sat down and one of the women started feeding him pieces of pork pie while the other filled a glass with cold beer. The third opened his pants and started sucking his cock.

 

“Can we help?” Monique asked hopefully but she was ignored.

 

“Now we will never get permission to leave.” Kanella said frustrated.

 

The sheriff spent the whole night eating and fucking the three slave women. Ignoring Monique and Kanella, leaving them unable to go and help there mistress.

They found comfort in each other’s arms as they sat on the bench and they started kissing.

As the moon rose Kanella spoke.

 

“I wish Mistress was here to discipline me” she said, her eyes glittering with longing.

 

“Bend over my lap.” Monique said.

Kanella lay over her lap, her big ass up high. Monique's hand smacked her ass like a whip crack and Kanella moaned. Over and over she smacked her ass until she could take no more. Pulling the other woman's hair back she kissed her hard and they both fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Frantically working each other’s body's in fevered passion.

 

Meanwhile

 

Susana Steel watched as her friend Sophie Holt was mounted by a seemingly endless line of horses. At first she had been mortified to watch as the crowd booed and scorned her. But as the day went by she saw Sophie take every huge cock in shameless ecstasy, she couldn't take it anymore. She hadn't realized how late it had gotten. She wondered of in to a nearby horse pen were Sophie's horses and ponies had been rounded up. She found a magnificent mustang grazing. Most of the grass in the pen had been trampled and the only thing that grew was the loin fire blossoms. The mustang had found a huge batch growing on the other side of the fence. Judging by the number of flower stems he had been eating himself near full on the things.

 

Susana saw the stallion’s huge throbbing erection and made the connection. She wondered if he would be too much for her. Her lust got the better of her and she led him in to a nearby horse shooing shed. Inside was like a small smithy with a hearth and anvil. Horse shoes hung on the wall and there was tools laying all around.

 

“Woooh slowdown big boy. If you’re this frisky you might wreck me. Easy boy.” she tried to soothe the horse but had no luck.

Instead of trying to fuck the horse she tried to calm him down with a blowjob.  Kneeling by his side she took the hard throbbing cock in her hand and aimed the head to her mouth. It was hard as his bucking hips made the cock move in her hands like a big and eager jumping puppy, not want to stay in place.

She had to open her mouth wide to take it in. Her jaws ached and the back of her mouth was getting sore as every time the mustang bucked his hips the cock head punched her in the mouth. Pre-cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her cleavage. Swallowing the pre-cum made her whole body fizz with energy.

She started pumping the huge cock faster than she thought possible. Her arm was a blur and she wasn't getting tired. In fact she was getting stronger and started pumping faster. Suddenly the mustang rammed his cock forward fast and hard. The huge cock was painfully rammed down her throat, then the head of the cock flared up.

Stretching her throat painfully. She tried to pull free but she was stuck and unable to breath. She started to panic as the mustang began jabbing and ramming his cock even deeper. She almost fainted, stars bursting in her eyes as she was running low on air. Then it was like her insides exploded. Gallons of cum erupted with nowhere to go but down Susana's stomach.

The cock finally slipped free and Susana fell backwards. She landed on the ground and cut her hand on a hoof scraper that lay dropped on the floor.

Cursing to herself she looked at the big cut and gasped in surprise as she saw the cut heal almost instantly. The huge load of cum warmed her belly and she knew that it had somehow helped her heal her hand.

 

“The flowers, they have turned your seed to an elixir of life.” she said getting up. She patted him on the muzzle and he snorted as if he understood.

Her whole body felt young and vibrant.

She hitched up her skirt and bent over using the anvil to support herself. She urged the horse to mount her. He needed no more prodding and mounted her eagerly.

 

She reached back and tried to guide his hard slick cock to her hot wet pussy. But at the last moment he slipped and the huge blunt end of his cock rammed up her ass. She tried to move forward and pull free but he moved with her until she was stopped by the big anvil she had been resting against. Her bunched up skirt tangled with the base of the anvil and she was unable to slide over it and away.

A huge cock nature never intended for a woman's body was now ramming its way up her ass.

Susana thought about calling for help, but she knew she would end up in the stockades like Sophie Holt.

Either way she would be fucked to death by a horse. She found a big hammer on the floor she could reach and picked it up. She bit down on the handle to keep herself from screaming out loud.

Then she relaxed her back side. The cock went in balls deep and he started fucking her fast and hard. The cum in her belly started giving of a warm near magical feeling and the pain in her ass diminished. It was like her insides rearranged themselves to make the rough fucking bearable.

Soon she was humping back and cumming hard. She rolled back her eyes and smiled with the hammer handle in her mouth. It was still there to quiet her screams, but now they were screams of pleasure.

He fucked her faster and harder, foaming at the mouth and sweat started to steam the air.

Susana Steel started to spasm in orgasm, rocking the heavy anvil and its wide stand.

Again the head of the mustang’s huge cock flared, swelling painfully. Another few gallons of cum basted in to her body. Moments later she lay on the floor of the shed. Her body quaking in aftershock orgasms.

When she finally emerged from the pink fog of orgasm she found she had bitten through the hammer handle and mangle the steel head of the hammer like a lump of clay in her hand.

The muscles in her body felt super charged. Getting up she walked around on light feet feeling her new body. She stepped to the anvil and gripped in one hand. It wasn't light but she lifted it with minimal effort.

 

“So, if I swallow your cum I heal. But if a take it up the back side like a suppository I get stronger.” Susana said. The mustang snorted and stomped his hoof wanting to mount her again.

She was about to let him fuck her again when she heard Sophie Holt's exhausted moans.

The poor woman had been there all day and almost all night. With an endless line of horses, ravaging her over and over.

Susana smiled as she formed a plan.

She grabbed a bucket and a short stool. She sat down by the stallion like a milkmaid and started stroking his cock aimed at the bucket.

 

An hour later she left the shed with the bucket full of horse cum in one hand and a feedbag in the other. The mustang still in the shed laying on the floor gasping like he had just galloped from coast to coast.

Susana started picking Loin Fire Blossoms stuffing them in the feedbag.

 

Back at the stockades.

 

Sophie's whole body was aching. A donkey with a horse sized cock was plowing in to her tender pussy. Three men was standing by guarding her. They had looped a leather strap around the donkey's balls to make him last longer. Every time the donkey was about to cum they yanked on the strap and it was as if the donkey had to start all over again.

She inhaled again deeply, drawing in the scent of the Loin Fire Blossom's making her horny again. They had given her a near magical ability to endure the sexual assault. But her body was running on empty. She had been given nothing to eat or drink and now she was coming to an end.

The sun's last rays started to come over the horizon when she spotted a silhouette walking toward her.

It was Susana Steel and she was leading a huge draft horse who was wearing a feedbag over his muzzle and she held a pitcher in her other hand. She had a sinister smile on her face and a confident swagger in her step.

“Hey boys. I see the harlot is still alive. You’re not going easy on her, are you?” she asked.

“God morning Miss Steel. No she is a tough one. Like the devil she is. What brings you here? I don't think you women folk should watch this. The reverend says so.” one of the men said.

Susana recognized him as one of Porkhejm's underlings.

“Mr Porkhejm sent me. He says this can’t go one forever. So he sent me with his new plow horse to sodomize her in to the afterlife.” Susana said handing over the reins to the man. He looked the horse up and down noticing the horse’s enormous rock hard cock twitching under his belly.

“Oh man, if that won’t kill her nothing will. What's with the pitcher?” he asked.

“Milk and honey, a condemned woman's last meal.” Susana said and walked over to Sophie.

The woman in the stockades looked ragged. Her head bobbed back and forth in the hole in the stockade as the donkey was still thrusting in to her hared from behind.

“Susana please, I can’t take any more. You have to bust me out of here.” Sophie pleaded. Her voice hoarse from hours of ecstatic orgasms.

Susana grabbed Sophie under her jaws and lifted her head up.

“You are going to get what you got coming to you. Now swallow this you got more coming from behind.” Susana said and pushed the pitcher to her lips.

 

Sophie thought she might spit out the content. But the taste of cum made her swallow instinctively.

Hunger and thirst made her gulp it all down. She finally licked the rim of the pitcher clean. By the time the donkey came she found a new energy surging through her. Her neck sore and bruised from getting rammed in to the neck hole of the stockade, healed and so did her sore pussy.

The donkey dismounted her and with her new found energy she almost looked forward to getting fucked again.

Then she noticed the huge looming shadow over her.

“Make sure it goes up her ass.” Susana said to the men who was handling the horses.

Sophie felt the horses cock hit her ass like a battering ram. She thought she was about to get pushed through the neck hole in the stockade. But her ass gave way first.

Two foot of leg thick draft horse cock entered Sophie's ass. Another foot made its violent way in to her ass on the second thrust.

The huge horse started fucking her fast and hard. Sophie was amazed to find her body adapting to the monster cock and the rough and fast fucking he was giving her. She was still in agony but it was an agony she could live through. She almost passed out when the huge load of cum finally was pumped in to her bowls. Stars burst in her eyes, then her muscles started buzzing with a new energy.

 

“Fuck! The bitch is still alive.” one of the men said. In genuine surprise. He gasped in chock as Sophie busted free from the stockades. Wood splintering in a crash. There was a thump and he turned around to watch one of his friends fall to the ground having been knocked out by Susana Steel. Sophie and Susana clobbered the two remaining men. Sophie stripped off the men and dressed in his clothes.

 

At the jail.

 

Kanella awoke spooning Monique on the floor of the jail. She thought she could hear someone by the cell window. It was hard to tell with the sheriff nearby snoring like a lumber mill.

The sunlight was starting to fade from the window.

Two hands gripped the bars from the outside. Monique woke up and gasped as she saw the barred window yanked out of its fittings.

 

“Mistress Holt! You live.” Kanella exclaimed in surprise and joy.

 

“Get out here, now! Or I'll stripe your hides.” Sophie Holt hissed.

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Kanella said and started to climb out the hole. Monique followed soon after, her big ass almost getting stuck.

They gathered up as many stallions as they could and headed off to the mountains.

 

 

Month later in Susana's and Sophie's secret mountain hideaway.

 

Sophie and Susana had started dressing in a radical new way. They had masks on their faces and wore skimpy outfits that would draw attention away from their faces. Blouses that displayed a shocking amount of cleavage, skirts that ended far north of the knees. To shield themselves from the elements they had capes pinned to their shoulders.

Sophie's outfit was a colorful red, white and blue with stars and stripes. While Susana wore an outfit in black and lavender. They were armed with a gun in a belt holster and a lasso on the other side.

 

The hideout had an animal pen with twenty stallions that were tended by Sophie Holt's slaves. Who were filling there feed through with armfuls of loin fire blossoms.

 

Sophie and Susana holding the rains of two huge draft horses each. With huge throbbing hardons, was standing before a group of ten other women. Who was dressed in similar ways.

 

“I am Lady Loin Fire, this is my friend Miss Iron and you have all come here to join the League of Superior Women. To fight the abuse of ill doers like the despicable Mr Porkhejm and others of his ilk. But first you have to show me that you have what it takes to be one of us. If you can survive a sodomizing by these four hansom studs you will be one of us. Who will go first?” Sophie spoke with confidence.

There was a hesitant pause before any of the women spoke.

“Hi I'm Lusty Star. I'll go first.” Lana McLang said shyly. Like the other she was in a mask. But her outfit was a silky French burlesque like thing. With much lase and frills.

 

The petite young thing walked over to the mating palace. An improved version of Sophie's trojan mare. The others raised there glasses filled with the League of Superior Women's secret health elixir and toasted the brave young girl with the thick milky liquid.

 

The women of the League would set out to change the world. With beasts for lovers they would seldom marry with regular men. The few times they would get with child it was most commonly with some exceptionally powerful man or man beast who could force themselves on the powerful women. This would spawn a breed of super beings.

 

 

Epilogue.

 

Barnaby Porkhejm sat in his office reading a paper. One of the articles was about strange powerful women stirring up trouble all over the land.

There was a knock on the door.

“Enter!” He called out and the door opened.

 

“Mr Porkhejm. You have the time?” Boris walked in, hat in hand.

 

“Is it important?” Porkhejm asked. Not bothering to hide his bad mood.

 

“It's about your daughter. I'm worried. She has been spending a lot of time alone with that pig of hers.” he said uncomfortable to bring a sensitive subject with his boss.

 

“What's wrong with a girl playing with her pet?” Porkhejm asked, frustrated to be dealing with such trivialities.

 

“It started after that Holt thing. Um.... you better come with me.” Boris said fiddling with his hat.

 

Porkhejm wanted to tell the man of. But stopped himself, he knew Boris to be a simple minded man but he was no fool and wouldn't bother him with nonsense.

 

They walked upstairs to Gloria's room. The door was locked but he could hear sounds coming through it.

There was grunts and groans coming through the door and the creaking sound like the bed in a whore house.

Using the skeleton key Porkhejm unlocked the door and stepped inside.

He found his daughter in bed on her hands and knees. Her pet pig was mounting her naked sweaty body. She was obviously loving every minute of it and the pig had a strange wicked smile on his face, which made him look oddly human.

Barnaby Porkhejm caught a bone chilling glint of the future. Generations of pig people skulking through the slums of the city's. Living lives of debauchery and gluttony.

He quietly stepped backwards out the door and locked it again.

 

“Boris, that newer happened, it's not happening and it will never happen. Make sure no one ever knows. Not even me.” Porkhejm said pale faced and walked away.

 

The end.

 

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