At last he was satisfied and tried to pull his knot free. I screamed again, it felt like he was tearing me apart. He tried several times to pull free and then he pushed his body away from me and stepped over with his hind leg and then he was facing away from me, pulling gently from time to time until at last he was able to pull free.

I had tensed up every muscle in my body by that point. When he finally pulled free I collapsed back onto the bench and sobbed in near hysteria. I couldn't take any more. Surely if they would do one more thing to my abused body I would go mad.

But I didn't go mad. I wished that I could. Or become unconscious. Instead I remained awake and aware and sucked and fucked four more dogs. Then my legs were freed and pulled up to my head and fastened in place and a last dog was brought in to fuck my ass. Half way through that was when I finally passed out.

When I finally became aware of my surroundings again I was in a pile on the floor and the bench was gone. There was a bottle of water beside me. I looked up and there were a couple of dozen men sitting around staring at me, including the big five.

I tried to take stock of the pain in my body, tried to decide if something was torn or broken. But everything hurt so bad I couldn't really tell. It took me several attempts to sit up, much to the amusement of the men watching my struggles. At last I was able to grasp the water bottle and take a desperately needed drink. I tried to gulp the water down at first. But my throat was so sore that I choked. I ended up slowly sipping until the water was gone. I would have really liked something stronger, or a bottle of aspirin.

I finished the water and collapsed back onto the floor. I was too weak to sit up for long. I glanced outside and saw that it was quite dark. I tried to estimate how long that this had been going on. But I couldn't really. My best guess was somewhere between four and five hours, probably closer to five. It was very dark out now so it had to be at least eight PM.

I was allowed to rest for a short while, much too short. Then I heard a noise and when I saw what the men were doing I curled up into the fetal position and cried like a baby. I saw four men pulling out the bench I had been tied to when I had been raped by a horse last year.

I heard a horse being led inside but I didn't open my eyes. I just cried and hugged myself and rocked gently on the floor in the middle of the barn.

I could hear them moving things around and getting set up at the bench. I heard someone nearby and opened my eyes to see that one of those assholes was filming me crying in fear and pain. Something to make my movies more appealing to my fans I suppose.

I tuned them all out until I was lifted to my feet by two of them and handed a damp towel. I wiped myself off. I must have been a horrible mess. But they didn't care. One of the men told me that I would be sucking this first horse off solo, and warned me that if I didn't stop from time to time to smile at the camera I could not even imagine how much worse my suffering could become. I honestly didn't think things could be worse. But I didn't want to find out.

I was given a minute to towel myself off and then I was led over to the horse. The man who I assumed was in charge told me to do the same things I had done last time until the horse started to cum. Then I was to swallow as much as I could until he yelled cut.

I dropped the towel when they told me they were ready to start and approached the horse. I couldn't tell if it was one of the horses from last time. He didn't seem nervous, so I figured that this was not his first movie.

I approached him from the side and rubbed my hands over his flanks, talking quietly to him. I worked my way around to the back of the huge animal and pulled his tail out of the way and started licking his balls. The camera came in for some close ups and I looked up and put a forced smile on my face, then returned to what I had been doing. I licked his balls for several minutes, until I got a signal from someone to move on.

I moved down the horse's side and dropped to my knees. It was immediately apparent that the animal had enjoyed the touch of my tongue to its large balls. His cock was almost fully extended and was nearly two feet long and throbbing towards its full length.

I took hold of that large, ugly tube of horseflesh and moved my hands up and down for a minute before I noticed the man signaling me from the side and I leaned forward and started licking, covering as much of the last foot of that huge cock with my comparatively tiny tongue as I could. I saw the camera man squat down on the other side of the horse and I smiled at him for a second, and then resumed my work.

I took the end of the cock into my mouth. That was all that I could squeeze in. I moved my tongue over it, while moving my hands up and down the shaft the way the other woman had shown me. I was getting very tired when I started seeing signs that the animal was nearing climax. I remembered what I had learned and I moved myself so that I was centered under the horse and took his cock back into my mouth and rapidly massaged his throbbing organ.

He was starting to thrust his cock at me, making it very difficult to keep my mouth over the end. I held on though, and soon I felt the flood of cum begin to squirt into my mouth in a volume I could never be expected to handle. I swallowed mouthful after disgusting mouthful of horse cum, but the vast majority of his spend splashed into my face or squirted out of my mouth around the sides of his cock, and ran down my naked body in streams.

The stream gradually tapered off and finally came to an end. The cameras came in for some more close ups and I smiled at them and licked my lips. Following direction from off camera I rubbed the hot, sticky, pungent cum into my skin and licked my fingers clean. At last they stopped filming and I was allowed to take another quick shower while the horse was led away.

When I returned from the bathroom another horse was tied up to the bench. I was ordered to repeat the process and I started all over again at the back of the animal. I tried to smile when they were filming me licking its balls, but the tears of despair were streaming down my cheeks. I licked until I was signaled to move on and then I knelt and started licking and sucking yet another huge horse cock and massaging it with my hands.

This time, however, after about ten minutes of manual manipulation, I was pulled out from underneath the horse and rushed to the bench and strapped down. I could still vividly remember the pain of being fucked by a horse's giant cock from last year. I cried loudly and begged them to let me finish him with my mouth, and cameras got close ups of my despair, and my abject terror.

As soon as I was fastened down, the dog trainer untied the horse from the corner of the bench and led him between my legs. She held his nose to my pussy and he licked at it. He had apparently fucked a woman before and he was getting excited. He was led further up my body and I felt his cock sliding over my belly. He was thrusting, frustrated at his inability to sink that huge organ into my body. I felt someone's hands guiding him and I saw two people at the horses head to try and control him while I felt the head of his huge cock being forced into my pussy.

If a woman can be said to be thankful for a rape, I was grateful for my abuse at the hands of that crowd of slimy men and the dogs that loosened me up earlier. The horse felt his cock sliding into me and started thrusting. Thankfully he was held back by the padded boards at the end of the bench that were in place for that very reason. He could only get so close to me, only thrust so much into me. But it was enough to hurt more than anything else in my life. I screamed in pain as he thrust more than a foot of his huge cock into my abused pussy. His thrusts were horrifying. He was a huge animal and his thrusts so powerful that the bench moved across the floor with every massive thrust.

Everyone had stood back now, and they filmed the incredibly violent rape until the horse finally started cumming in me. I felt myself being filled up with the hot fluid spurting forcefully from the end of his desperately thrusting cock. I was beyond screaming now. I could only cry and moan at the pain and degradation. The huge flood of semen finally came to an end and I felt the horse finally stop his thrusting. He stood still and his cock began to recede, sliding out of my pussy an inch at a time.

I was thankful that it was over. I lay there waiting impatiently to be freed from this horrible bench. I became hysterical when they came in with another horse. I begged them not to do this to me again. I begged them to let me go. I begged them to kill me. They filmed it all.

Then they led the new horse over to me and as soon as he smelled my abused pussy he became agitated. He was allowed to lap at the horse cum dripping from me and then he was quickly led up over me and his cock was guided by hands into my pussy.

The first two horses that had raped me, the first one that they had filmed last year, and the one that had just finished, had both received more than ten minutes of manual stimulation before their cocks penetrated my body. This one had not. He started fucking a foot of his cock into me brutally, but I was beyond screaming now. My body was wracked with pain but all I could do was move my head back and forth and gasp and pant in pain. I wanted desperately to sink into unconsciousness. But it was not to be. The rape went on and on and I finally just collapsed onto the bench and laid there like a limp rag and let whatever would happen, happen.

I was aware when he began filling my body with horse cum once again. But I just ignored it. I just let them do whatever they wanted. I thought surely that it must be over now. I was partly right. The pain was over. Well, I was still in agony, but the cause of it was led away.

But I was about to be introduced to a new feature of the bench, the semen collector. Unlike my first experience on this device, this time when a horse fucked me the huge volume of his cum drained down between my thighs into a clear plastic canister under my ass. The cameras had been watching it fill up after my two horse rapes and now they were getting ready for the disgusting, degrading, grand finale.

A metal rod with a hook on it like an IV stand was attached to the corner of the bench near my head. My mouth was fitted with a rubber mouthpiece and I saw someone reach under me and pull out the canister which was nearly full of horse cum. The canister was hung from the hook by my head and a tube was inserted into my mouth piece. I watched in horror as they worked, realizing what was happening and being powerless to stop it. Everything was ready quickly and someone turned a knob underneath the canister and I watched the thick, white horse cum start to drain down the clear plastic tube and into my mouth.

At first I held the warm, slimy, nasty fluid in my mouth, the only alternative being so difficult to contemplate. Finally, however, I realized that I had no other option and I started swallowing. I had already swallowed a large amount of horse cum, of course. Or at least it had been large by human standards. The canister at my head appeared to hold nearly a gallon! At first I watched for progress as I swallowed. But it was going so very slowly, I couldn't stand to watch. I finally just closed my eyes and swallowed it a little at a time. The last half of the canister was worse, in part because my stomach was beginning to rebel, but mostly because it was cooling and the taste was more repugnant when it cooled.

I must have sucked at that mouthpiece between my lips for at least half an hour. I thought that it must surely be a very boring thing to watch. I was startled when I finally sucked in a mouth full of air and realized that the horse cum container was finally empty.

I opened my eyes and looked around I saw that the only one still paying attention was the man who was taking the occasional close-up. I stopped swallowing and waited for whatever indignity would be next.

One of the cameramen got the attention of the rest of the group and they finally ended filming, except for the handheld camera. I was released from the bench and pulled to my feet. I was unable to stand and collapsed on the floor.

Nobody wanted to touch me. I didn't blame them. I was ordered to crawl and I followed the woman who had been so cruel to me across the barn and into a kennel attached to the side of the barn. She opened a cage and I was forced into a pen with one of the Great Danes I had been raped by earlier. As soon as I was inside a camera was set up on a tripod and left running.

She squatted down and got my attention and said, "Don't worry sweetie. Rex really liked you earlier. I am pretty sure he won't hurt you, as long as you do what he says. Do you understand me?"

I nodded numbly. Aware that he was sniffing and licking around my ass while I was being pretty much told to do whatever he wanted by his trainer.

I begged her for some water and she smiled and pointed at the nasty dog bowls in the corner. "There you go sweetie, all the food and water you need. Enjoy."

I ignored the dog and crawled to the corner and tried to lift the bowl. She yelled at me and told me that if she saw me using my hands I would have them tied behind me. I had no fight left in me. I dropped my face to the dirty bowl and sucked up as much of the water as I could. As I lapped at the water bowl the dog was lapping his huge tongue between my legs. I tried closing my legs and moving my butt around and reaching back and pushing him away, but he started growling and I remembered what the trainer had said about not being hurt as long as I did what the dog wanted.

I considered my options and there seemed to be only two. The first was to allow this huge dog to fuck me. I had just been raped by two horses, any number of dogs and a large crowd of men. My pussy was so sore that I didn't think I could stand another brutal dog rape. I decided that the option I was most likely to survive would be to see if I could get the dog to settle for a blowjob.

I slowly twisted my body around and reached under the dog. He was still lapping at me, but he allowed me to touch his lengthening cock and as he realized that what I was doing was pleasing him he stood still and I was able to turn around and put my head over his cock and start sucking. He had probably been sucked off before, maybe even by me, and he allowed me to get him off with my hands and my mouth.

When I had finished I watched him go into a corner and lie down and lick himself for a few minutes before going to sleep. I was horrified when I realized that without even thinking about it I had swallowed the animals ejaculate. I carefully sipped at the water bowl again, keeping an eye on the dog as I did. Then I curled up in the corner farthest from him and tried to rest.

I wouldn't have thought, under these circumstances that I would have been able to sleep, but I was exhausted and before long I drifted off. I was raised from a deep sleep some time later, I have no idea how much time had passed. The damned dog was lapping at my crotch again.

Just as I had before, I tried to push him away. But he just growled and snapped at my hand. I knew I had no choice. I got up on my hands and knees again and started playing with his cock. He tried several times to get behind me and mount me, but I managed to get him to settle for my mouth again. When I had swallowed his cum he returned to his corner and, after I rinsed out my mouth at his water bowl again I curled up in my corner and tried to sleep some more.