We all got out and I was led towards the big door of the barn.

"Will I be able to make a call from here?" I asked.

"No not yet. We want to introduce you to our families first. Then we�ll take you up to the farm house, and you can call from there," said Brian.

"Now look here. You�ve all had what you wanted out of me, and if you let me make my phone call now I won�t go to the police. But if you start any more games with me I�m going to report you all for rape. I know I�m not far away from where I live now, so it wont take the police long to find this place and then you�ll all be arrested," I tried to sound as threatening as possible.

"Well when the police arrive, after tomorrow, we won�t be here. In fact we�ve never been here. We don�t even exist. You see were all illegal immigrants, working on this farm, this was our last night, and the four of us went out to celebrate. Tomorrow we will be miles away, and the farmer will say that there never was anyone here.

And anyway there was that motorist who pulled up earlier; you didn�t look like you were struggling when he stopped to help. And I�m sure they will find him, and a lot of spunk back their on your car seat. You see you haven�t got much choice, have you. Now be a good girl, and come and meet our families." He put his arm around me and walked me in to the barn.

As we entered a dim light was illuminated high up in the barn roof, I could see the rows of empty horse stalls, a ladder leading up to the hay loft, and hay bails everywhere. They led me to the ladder and pointed up. As I climbed someone was behind me, and his prick was out. Every hesitation was met with his prick catching up and probing for an entry.

I climbed as quickly as I could, and was soon on the loft floor. More lights were turned on and everyone started to awake. At first they were all complaining about being disturbed, until they caught sight of me. Blouse tied around my waist, tits hanging out of my bra, and shinny spunk covered legs. The ages ranged from a couple of lads about eighteen, to an old man who looked about ninety. I counted ten men in all, fourteen including my heroic rescuers!

They were soon brought up to speed on the fun that had been had at my expense, and the old man was asked if he wanted first go. He had a big smile, he nodded, sat on the floor, and remove his trousers and under pants. His prick stood to attention, and it wasn�t bad for size either.

"Come on Virginia, show them what you can do," came brains voice.

I didn�t have any choice; I went over, climbed astride and slid it in. I tried to imagine I was showing-off at a party, as I have been known to do in the past before I was married. Once the hormones took over I was away and soon oblivious to the audience, and the age of my stud. I was just thinking he must be ready to cum by now, when I felt someone fingering my arse.

I realised they were going to try and mount me two at a time, and I started to get up. I was held from every angle by at least four men, and the second rider mounted. He pushed it up deep into my arse, and pumped away a great speed, cumming in less time than it takes to boil an egg. I was once again seized by many hands while he dismounted and another rider took his place.

Meanwhile the old man was still hard and had still not cum. As the man up my arse started to get into a rhythm, I realised that I was getting some sort of thrill out of this anal attack. I relaxed a little and went with the flow; I started to manoeuvre up and down getting an alternating pulse going between the two riders. The old man was now getting agitated and started cumming, this triggered my orgasm, and within seconds the other man was shooting up my arse.

The next hour I was fucked in all holes, by everyone there. Who had what hole, and who was the best fuck I don�t know, it all became a blur. When the last man dismounted, I lay still waiting to see who was coming next, when I felt a tongue licking my cunt. I rose to my elbows to see a small dog lapping away at the fluid running out. I shooed him away with my hand, and was told, "Lay still. He only wants a lick."

I didn�t like the thought, but I knew they would only hold me down if I resisted, so I lay back, closed my eyes and tried to imagine a party situation with a boyfriend licking my cunt. The dog licked away for about a couple of minutes, and then he climbed onto my belly. They knew I wouldn�t lay still for this, and before I had chance to move I was grabbed from all angles.

I could feel the dogs little sharp pointed prick stabbing around in all directions; he didn�t seem to know where to find what he wanted. I was almost starting to find this situation amusing, when it struck target. He wasted no time; he was in and out like crazy and swelling all the time.

By the time he had been fucking for a minute, his prick felt as big as most of the men's pricks' that I'd had up me so far. The men relaxed their grip, and I let the dog have his day. He shot his load, pulled out, and ran round like a mad thing squirting spunk as he went.

I was about to get up when I realised that there was a big man that I hadn�t seen before standing watching.

"This is the farmer," said Bill.

"So you�re Virginia." Pause. "I�m not used to following a dog, when I want to fuck a bitch, but in your case I think I�ll make an exception. Come on open them legs up wide, I�ve got a pair of balls that are swelling and near to exploding."

I didn�t speak, but did as I was told, this was another man who really knew how to fuck, and make it last. By the time we both came I was almost in love with him, but once the ecstasy had subsided, I was back to hating the raping bastard.

"Right!" I said, "Now I�ve got you all, you�re spunk�s deep inside me and when they DNA test it, I know where you live, and you�re all going down for rape!"

"Get the silly bitch tied down astride those bales in that stall down there, and I�ll be back," the farmer snapped. They did as they were told, manhandled me back down the ladder and across to one of the empty stalls where I was tied down. They positioned me laid on my belly on a couple of hay bales, tied my hands and feet to the bottom planks either side of the stall.

The farmer returned with a Great Dane, who recognised the female form in this position. This was obvious, because a soon as he saw me his weapon slid from its sheath, and he bounded around behind me and mounted. Not for him an aimless stabbing, the second thrust met its mark, and up he went, boy was he big and rapidly getting bigger. He was banging away, and the farmer was videoing the whole event.

Now I know I was tied, and being raped, but the old hormones, and my silly cunt don�t understand this situation. The juices started, and I was once again getting into the swing. I couldn�t stop myself, no matter how much I tried. His prick was long and fat, but as he thrust harder there appeared to be some sort of bulge in the base of his prick.

As I�ve said I�ve done some wild things in my younger partying days, and this reminded me of a competition I had with another girl at a party. We lay on the floor, removed our knickers, and tried to see who could get a wine bottle up their cunts the furthest. Getting the neck in was easy, but by competitor, who was a single mother, managed to get the body of the bottle up about two inches.

I lost that competition, but my cunt has been well used since then, and this swollen lump in the dog�s dick was making my cunt stretch, I didn�t scream, even though it was hurting. Then I was aware that the lump was like a ball, and it had entered my cunt, and was resting securely inside. The dog�s thrusts no longer took his prick in and out, but his prick was swelling and contracting with each thrust.

I was now being helped off the bales, and was no longer tied. I couldn�t drop to the floor, as I was stuck on his prick. I had to stand legs and arms stretched, under this massive dog. He walked me round the barn pumping all the time, and the farmer filming. Nobody was holding me, but I couldn�t escape! Then the dog shot his load, and like the little dog started running round excited, but I was still on his prick.

Then he dismounted, and was facing the other way, but I was still firmly attached. He was still eager to run round, dragging me backwards, to everyone�s amusement. All the time I could feel the spunk still squirting into my cunt. After a few minutes the farmer said, "Ok. Lets calm him down, and get her back in the stalls." Someone grabbed the dog, and put a bowl of dog food down in front of him.

Just like a man once he�s had a fuck, food is his next love. He calmed down instantly, and within seconds the swelling subsided, and I was led back to the stalls, where I was re-tied. What next I thought, I didn�t have long to wait.

"Clip. Clop."

I could recognise the sound of horse hooves, and they were coming into the barn! No I thought. They wouldn�t. I could now feel the hot breath on my back. They were going to get the horse to ride me! I�d often ridden horses in the past but I never thought the rolls would be reversed. He was brought alongside, and moved sideways so that he was above me.

The farmer came around to my head knelt down and said quietly, "If I let him mount you while you�re tied, he will ram you till you black out. If you promise to be a good girl and give us a good show, I�ll get you untied. We�ll tether the horse back so you can control how much you take, but I�ll expect you to have at least ten inches up inside you."

I didn�t reply.

He paused for about ten seconds, then, "ok. If that�s the way you want it. Push his knob end in lads."

"No stop. I�ll give you a show," I shrieked.

Within seconds I was released, and standing by the horse.

I was asked if I was scared of horses, I said I�d been riding them for years. I was told to put on some clothes that had been brought, and I was soon dressed like a school girl. My small build allowed me to carry off the illusion. I mounted the horse as instructed, and thought about making an escape.

They must have read my thoughts, and they pointed out that there was a rope on one of the horse�s hooves, out of camera shot, but still effective as a restraint. I rode the horse out into the yard, and returned with the cameras running; I dismounted, walked the horse to the stall, and tethered him.

As this was to be a silent video they were able to instruct me what was wanted every step of the way. I was told that it was going to be used for blackmail purposes, to make sure I didn�t cry rape. They realised I was rich, and would not like my circle of friends to see me fucking a horse of my own free will.

I reached down and rubbed the sheath that I knew contained a sleeping giant. The giant awoke, slowly at first, and as the pink flesh appeared, I leaned under and used my tongue. The more I wet its length, the longer it got, I stretched my mouth over its flowery end, and flicked the hole with my tongue. The reaction changed, it rapidly started swelling.

I removed my blouse, I hadn�t got a bra on, I rubbed the prick around my tits. Then I bent down removed my knickers, put one legs on a bale, and rubbed his prick against my cunt.

This was now going past a show, my cunt was back in overdrive, and each time I stroked the end passed my hole, we could all see it open, as if it had some sort of trigger mechanism. A few seconds of this was all I could stand, and I was removing my skirt, and lying back on the bales. Out of camera shot a couple of men manoeuvred the horse above me and I reached for the now fully awaked giant prick.

I didn�t know what to expect, but the farmer knelt down and said, "If I was you I�d slide up the bales a bit. Cos when you put him in he�ll go like mad, and try to get it right up. If you let him find the end of his tether, you can then work yourself back down to get more prick as you want it."

I thought that was kind of him, so I did as advised. I fed the flowery knob end into my throbbing hole, and whoosh, it was like being inflated with a pump. He pushed hard against his tether, the big fat piston inflating my belly with each pump.

My first thoughts were, god, I�m glad I didn�t let him fuck me while I was tied. My second thoughts were, god, I hope the tether holds. Once we'd got going the excess air trapped in my belly seemed to disappear, and his thrusting started to be enjoyable, even though it was very painful. I know that�s a contradiction, but unless you�ve experienced it, you can�t know what I mean.

I started to edge my way back down the bale to receive more prick. I did this without being asked to by the farmer, but as soon as he saw what I was doing, he smiled and said, "I knew you were a film star when I saw you with that little terrier. This is one great video." This was without doubt one of the best experiences I have ever had, the pace of his thrusting, the length of stroke, the way the size stretches my belly, and the explosion at the end. How many gallons of cum has a horse got?

I was helped to my feet, and found it difficult to walk. I sat on the edge of a bale wiping myself down, the spunk had gone everywhere. I stank of horse cum. At that point the farmer gave me a small mini-dress, and said, "I think you aught to get dressed as quick as possible, I phoned your husband about ten minutes ago, and he�ll be here soon. Don�t forget the word rape is a nasty one, and this video would make interesting viewing in the local area."

I put on the bra and dress, and stood up; I was still a bit shaky. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a piece of glass that was leaned against the wall. I stood there using it as a mirror; the dress didn�t come down low enough to cover my fanny.

"Haven�t you got anything longer," I asked.

"Sorry I�ve only got clothes that belong to my twelve year old daughter. Any way that looks alright."

"But it�s showing everything I�ve got."

"That�s only cos your looking at your reflection from that glass at ground level, from here you would hardly know that you hadn�t got pants on."

"Have you got any pants for me?"

"Well you�re pants are back on you�re engine, and your husband will wonder where, and why you got another pair."

"I suppose so, but I feel so naked."

Well let�s face it you are. Hush, is that his car?"

My husband walked in to find a horse in the stalls, a row of men standing around, and me without pants and tights (I�m not sure he could tell I hadn�t got pants on).

The farmer spoke first, "these are the lads that you have to thank for rescuing your misses," holding out his arm and pointing to the four men who had brought me here.

He dutifully said, "Thanks lads I�m very grateful. Come on Virginia, let get you home."

As I started to walk, a voice from the hay loft said, "Hey don�t forget your shoes," it was the old man holding my shoes at the top of the ladder.

"Go on, nip up there and get your shoes, then we can get going. She�d forget her head if it was loose," my husband said laughingly.

I made my way to the ladder, with everyone watching I started to climb, I knew by the silence that all eyes were concentrating on my accent.

The silence was broken by the farmer in a casual voice, "She got a lovely pair of legs, your misses, hasn�t she?"

He didn�t answer, he was lost for words. I grabbed the shoes and made my way back down; meanwhile the farmer was talking loudly to my husband. "I�ll tell you what mate. We�ve only known your misses for an hour, but we�ve all come to love her in a very short time. Even the horse fell in love with her"

The journey home was terrible; the questions went on for days. I never thought I�d ever visit that farm again, how wrong can a girl be. Still that�s another story that I will tell if anyone is interested in mailing me. I think its time for my bed now. "Come on Bruce, that�s a good dog. No don�t be impatient, wait till we get upstairs."