Chapter 3

Laura awoke.

"Whaaa?" An incoherent mumble.

She looked around. Her head spun and her mouth throbbed - every muscle felt ruptured.

"Don't," she muttered, fighting to stay conscious. "Stop it."

Eventually, the light returned and Laura opened her eyes. The goats were still there, half of them staring at her blank-eyed, the big one included, which stood with its head canted to one side. Others grazed unconcernedly around the clearing. She moaned and the big goat stirred.

She had passed out.

Oh-God, Oh-God, Oh-God, she thought. She hadn't really gotten off with a goat? No-oh-no-oh-no!

Her eyes half-lidded, Laura looked from one goat to the next, then lowered her head and cried. Not goats, please...not goats. "God will kill me," she whimpered. "Please, God, forgive me!"

The sunlight had a mid-afternoon slant and felt good on her bare breasts, also the soft breeze. Her thunderstorm of hair, bunched mainly over her right eye, allowed Laura to keep tabs on the small herd. As well as she could, she took stock. Her panties were soaked - both with urine and vaginal discharge - and stuck disgustingly to her crotch. A trickle of warm goo slid between her open buttocks, settling even more disgustingly on her exposed anus. More had dried in her soft down of hair. Her thighs were broken sheets of glass.

The goats stirred.

Laura looked up. Two or three looked warily about, as though catching a scent; maybe something in the trees. The big billy alternately hoofed the ground and snorted, shaking its grizzled head. Laura looked again.

"Ayeyow?" Hello?

"Eh-ee-uhn-ehre?" Anyone there?

No answer came back and eventually, the goats relaxed. The big one, in fact, came back and sniffed her crotch.

"No more," she begged. "Please." The goat stretched his neck and gave Laura a moderately hard nudge. "Why are you doing this?" she cried, swinging at it with her knee. The billy snorted and nudged her again.

No! Please make him stop!

The goat nudged her again.

"Leave me alone," she whimpered, squirming away. She yanked at the rope, raised her buttocks and tried to figure how protect herself. There was no way. Low to the ground, the goat's snout thumped her again and Laura cried: "OWWWW!"

Catching her panties between his teeth, the goat pulled. Laura keened, choking on the rock. She forced her jaws wide open to scream, "Stop that! You're hurting me!" and shook her head back and forth. It wasn't just her panties he had. The wedge of pubic hair above her clitoris was firmly in the billy's grasp (Laura was otherwise shaven clean for swimsuit season and wished now she had shaved it all), and the goat now threatened to pull it out. "Owwww!" she wailed. "Stop it!"

The billy pulled again.

"Stoooooooooop!"

She tried to box the billy's head between her legs but failed.

"Stop it! Go away! Please!"

The goat released her and canted its head, took a bigger bite, this time catching her labia. Laura sucked air.

"No-no-no-no! Oh no, please!"

She skittered sideways, stretching her tender lips, a biting pain shooting through her groin and into her tummy. She jerked convulsively and her lips came free and, wailing uncontrollably, she slid further away. It did no good. The goat clamped firmly onto her panties and pulled with a hard snap.

This time she couldn't scream. Her teeth were clamped to the rock.

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no! The words rang in her head. Please no!

Then the billy shook its head and whatever hair had not torn away before now did. Laura screamed again and banged against the trunk, ripping her sundress to shreds. A second goat moved in and attempted to join the billy at her crotch, but the billy bellowed and bit it hard on the neck. The smaller goat floundered away, its left front hoof catching between Laura's leg and hip. Panicked, the goat stagger-stepped sideways and bolts of pain ripped through her thigh. She screamed around the rock, blasting saliva into her hair.

"Ungh-ungh-ungh!" she howled. The pain was monumental. "Nunnnngggggg!"

The trapped hoof ground lower, down to the right, the split toe biting in just above her clitoris. One hard jab and her clitoris was gone. But the goat found footing and lurched back, tearing itself loose and, followed by the billy's angered cries, darted into the underbrush. The big billy emitted one final bray, then returned his attention to Laura.

"Please!" Laura whimpered. "Leave me alone."

A bright weal lay on her left thigh, and blood stained a V-shaped tear in her panties. Frightening, but the bleeding seemed not too bad. She looked at the billy, stark with fear and trembling all over. Alert, the billy making ticking movements with its head. It eyed her. Its erection skimmed the ground, huge and threatening, a milky white substance leaking from the tip.

"Please!" Laura repeated. "Leave me alone."

Moving forward, nostrils flared, the goat butted her crotch. It reclaimed her wet panties and Laura gasped as teeth first caught, then lost her labia, then scuttled sideways away. It did no good. The material was yanked viciously outward, her hair with it, taking the whole front of her panties as well as the hair beneath. Laura shrieked and wildly bucked, and when she looked down, only the waistband of her panties remained. Her labia were exposed, the tiny pearl-like clitoris just visible in its collar of flesh. If the goat bit there, she was ruined for life. The goat licked her.

"No!" she wailed, lifting clear of the ground. "Please, no!"

Wedging his tongue between her hairless lips, parting them roughly, the goat found her tender vagina. It flicked in its tongue and Laura bucked hard and wailed, rolling her head over the bark. She climbed higher, digging her fingernails into her palms, unaware she was aiding, rather than hindering, the goat. The goat licked her again.

"No-no-no-no-no-no!" she wailed.

The rough tongue flicked over her vaginal opening and again inside, deeper this time, then traversed her entire labia.

"No-no-no-no-no-no!" she howled.

Then he licked her anus to clitoris, and Laura began to weep. She poured out tears. She pressed hard against the tree, further ripping her dress. She felt a growing crescendo.

"Ohhhh, pleeeasssse!" she screamed. "Nooooooooooooooo!"

Suddenly the goat turned sideways, working its tongue deeper, scraping the delicate walls free of ejaculate. Laura's eyes became large as plates and, as the tongue probed deeper, filling her entire vagina to the point of rupture, she rotated in torment, every nerve firing pain.

"No-no-no-no-no-no!" she screamed again, now a desperate prayer. She shuddered and bucked and the only relief came by forcing herself wider, canting upward, effectively making her vagina an open pit. The tongue worked her cervix and she felt her uterus compress, the cervical dome pushed back until all elasticity in her vagina was gone.

Laura crossed a threshold.

Replaced by a grim, masochistic glee, agony faded and Laura began to counter the goat's movement, its thrusts parried by thrusts of her own. Her orgasm built and as she continued to weep - softly at first, then with a growing intensity as tears spilled down her face onto her thrust-forward chest - saliva joined the tears and formed again into long ropey strings. Unable to stop, she began coming in powerful long cramps, the tongue gripped by her spasming walls. The goat worked even harder, grunting and scraping the ground, mashing its teeth against her delicate lips. Like an atomic bloom in slow motion, Laura's climax grew, until no sound was louder than the blood in her head. Then, like the demon she knew it was, the goat was against her chest, hot breath baking her left ear. It thrust its powerful hips forward and Laura thrust back.

The first attempt missed. The huge tip dug upward along her belly, planting in her navel instead. Laura shuddered violently. The second thrust caught in the folded cowl surrounding her clitoris, and a terrible pain exploded there before the head broke free. It rode up her belly again, planting again in her navel. This time she shrieked.

When the final thrust came, some part of Laura's mind forced forward her pelvis, canting it downward, trapping the head in the mouth of her vagina. She thrust onto the shaft with impossible need, the million year old part of her brain in charge. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh- oh!" she wailed.

Braying madly, the goat shuddered forward, filling her raw canal, making Laura suck air like a diesel engine. Her orgasm exploded.

"Gaa, aaaa-aaaa-aaaa-aaaa!"

Laura pumped against the huge cock.

"Mnnnum-umm-umm-umm, mmnumm-umm-umm!"

Laura clamped the goat's snout between her cheek and left shoulder and didn't let go. The erection slammed in and out.

"Ungh-ungh-ungh-nahhh, ahhh-ahhh-ahhh!" she wailed.

The goat bottomed her out, twelve inches deep, ensuring a blood storm of agony the next day. The cervix held but the bruising on it's dome turned the pink tissue a brutal red.

"Nuuhhh-unhhh-unhhh-unhhh!"

Laura twisted in wild gyrations as the goat finally came, and gout after gout of semen blasted her cervix. The goat bucked madly forward, ripping loose mouthfuls of bark, spitting them into Laura's hair.

"Nuuugunggggaaaaaaaaaa!" she bellowed.

Twin nuclear explosions burst in her brain and her gut, and sperm, hot as a blowtorch and in huge amounts, engorged her and demanded escape. It sprayed out around the shaft, drenching both her and the goat, a tidal wave washing over her ass and her bulging anus. Sucking spasmodically, the small opening entrapped the goat's sperm, ensuring a bout of intestinal misfortune.

Laura screamed one last time and then was gone.