by Unknown
He was still bare-chested. But at least he didn’t have that riding crop with him. Glenda winced as she felt every slash and welt on her body sting with pain and humiliation. She felt filthy, violated and degraded by this sub-human.
Glenda turned her head and looked away from the sneering man.
“You’ve caused a lot of trouble up there,” Sam said, pointing up toward the mansion. “The doc’s up there, and your maid and — well a whole lot of people lookin’ for you and your fuckin’ daughter.” Sam suddenly broke out into loud, cutting laughter. The mocking tone in his voice bit painfully into Glenda’s pride.
“What have you done with her?” the brunette asked after several seconds of silence.
“Nothing, baby, nothing,” Sam said, walking up to her and bending down as he trailed his fingertips lightly across her right cheek.
“Get away from me!” she hissed, feeling her stomach chum with revulsion.
“Sure, baby, sure,” Sam said, bending over and wrapping his big hands around her waist.
Glenda felt him rolling her over until she was crouched on her hands and knees. Her ass stuck up high in the air as Sam knelt down behind her, his fingers moving all over the streaked skin.
The ropes cut painfully into her wrists and ankles as Glenda guessed what Sam had in store for her. The big man grunted with pleasure as he forced his thumbs into the tight crack between her cheeks and slid them quickly up to her bunghole. Glenda grunted with fear and shame as she felt the stable master’s thumbtips scrap across the smooth, puckered membranes surrounding her tight shitter.
“Ohhhhh,” Glenda groaned, feeling her body shudder as Sam slid one of his thumbs into her shit-chute.
“Ever been butt-fucked before, babe? Like I said, I love asses. And yours looks like it’s gonna be one hell of prize for my cock!” Sam growled as he slid the other thumb into the hole, then pried her asshole open.
“Ahhhh!” Glenda cried out as she felt a cool rush of air blow into her shitter.
“Feelin’ good already, ain’t it?” Sam grunted, pulling his right hand away from the woman’s ass. He moved it to his fly and unzipped his trousers, pulling his eight-inch prick out.
Glenda could feel something hot bump up against her upturned asscheeks. She guessed what it was and sucked in a deep breath to prepare herself for the rape.
“OHH, NO! IT HURTS! IT H-H-HURTS!”
Glenda cried as she felt the big bulbous head of Sam’s dick press against her shithole, then force its way into her gut. The agony ripped across her belly and around to her cunt and tits as the stable master ignored Glenda’s pleas and kept on shoving forward.
“Ohhhh, yeah baby, yeah,” he grunted, closing his eyes and sweating like an animal as he shoved forward harder. The brunette wailed and shuddered under the vicious attack as Sam wrapped his big hairy paws around her hips and pulled her back against his smelly groin. He moved her back and forth slightly with his hands, adding to the already tight friction her bunghole was giving him.
“OHHH, NOOO! GODDDDDD!” Glenda cried out as her teeth chattered from the excruciating pain. The brunette felt humiliated and degraded beyond words. No one had ever done this to her before — not even Carl. And here she was, tied down in front of this animal so that he could stick his fuckshaft into her ass! Just the idea of it revolted her.
“UGHHHHH!” Sam grunted as he shoved the final inches of his ugly, vein-streaked dick into Glenda’s ass.
The two of them didn’t move for several minutes, panting heavily from the exhaustion that resulted from this fucking. Her asshole throbbed in time to the pulses racking Sam’s embedded dick. Glenda prayed that Sam would cum soon. He might let her go after shooting his wad.
“Cum, cum!” Glenda moaned, hanging her head down and smelling the stale horse piss that reeked up from the floor.
“Told you you’d like it,” Sam grunted, squeezing his fat asscheeks together and drawing his throbbing dick slowly out of Glenda’s butt. The brunette shuddered as she felt that thick pole pushing her slitter farther and farther apart. She thought that he’d break her apart.
“OHHHHHHH!” Glenda moaned as Sam hunched his prong back in until his hairy groin rubbed up against her full ass. He repeated this in-out motion, twisting and grinding his hips. Glenda hunched forward with every thrust. Sam was grunting and sweating with his ass-fucking, swearing like an old sailor as his cock throbbed closer and closer toward orgasm.
“Fuckin’ slut! Bitch! Whore!” he cried out at her. He dug his powerful fingers harder into her sides until they were colored black and blue. He could feel the hot juices bubbling in his rising balls as his dick blasted faster and faster into Glenda’s asshole.
“HHHHHH! NNNNHHH! UHGHHHH!”
Sam suddenly grunted as his body stiffened and his groin slammed hard against Glenda’s ass, nearly bowling her over. He was cumming! Her ass was actually filling up with this man’s disgusting in. Glenda almost vomited as she felt something hot and wet pour into her shitter. It was like getting an enema at the hospital as Sam dumped his full, steaming load into her bowels.
“Mmmmm, yeah, yeah, yeah,” the stable master finally grunted as his cumming wound down to a few throbs racking his ass-embedded dickhead. Glenda gasped out in relief, thanking God that it was all over. The stable master had shot his load. Now maybe he’d let her go.
“Ohhhhhhh,” the brunette sighed as Sam pulled his flaccid cock out of her asshole with a loud pop. “Not bad, baby. But you’re not half as good as half the bitches around the county. Maybe when you get used to it, you’ll improve,” Sam said, chuckling softly to himself as he flipped his dick back into his Levi’s and zipped up his fly.
Glenda didn’t say a word. She knew that any kind of begging just excited Sam more.
“I’m through with you for now, babe. But I just can’t let you go,” Sam said, kneeling down in front of the prostrate Glenda once more.
The brunette felt a thrill of horror shoot through her as the big man’s words sank in.
“Let me go. Let me go,” Glenda murmured as she turned her head away from the leering man.
Slowly, the brunette tucked her legs under her ass and pushed up with her bruised, welt-covered thighs. Glenda’s flesh ached and stung from the vicious beating she’d received. Sam’s cooling jizz leaked out of her stretched asshole, trickling over her asscheeks to her thighs.
Glenda shuddered in disgust when she finally stood up and turned around. There was Sam Becker, sneering at her in triumph. Pieces of hay and clumps of dirt clung to her hair and body.
“Hell, you’re so pretty now,” Sam commented wryly, stepping forward and raising his right hand.
Glenda instinctively cringed, waiting for the big paw to come down across her face.
“Got you well trained, bitch,” Sam said, chuckling. “Can’t lose somethin’ like you,” Sam grunted as he reached out and grabbed her tightly again by the arms.
“Oh God, no!” Glenda moaned as she felt Sam’s thick, wet lips slide up and down her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, twisting in his tight grip as the big stable master sucked and lapped at her skin. He was enjoying her disgust and revulsion. The more she howled and begged, the more he taunted her.
Glenda tried to keep herself from reacting to the big man’s advances. But just the thought of the big, fat stable master crawling all over her body made her want to retch.
“Give ol’ Sam a big, sloppy kiss,” the stable man said in a mocking voice.
Glenda felt his right hand slide up from her bare asscheeks to the back of her head. He grabbed her skull tightly, forcing her face hard against his.
“Nnnnnnngh,” the brunette wailed in a high-pitched voice as the big man’s rancid breath filled her nostrils. Glenda looked at that puffy, red, sweat-covered face and felt Sam’s belly grinding and bumping against hers. She wanted to howl like an animal.
“Come on,” Sam urged, pushing her head harder against his.
Glenda felt the hot breat
h from Sam’s mouth against hers. Quickly she opened her mouth and closed it again, sinking her front teeth hard into the big man’s thick lips.
“Ooooooowwww!” he howled, jerking back and covering his mouth with both hands.
Glenda saw her chance. As blood seeped from his lips, the brunette spun around and ran for the front door of the stable. She was stark naked and might be running in front of someone she knew. But this wasn’t the time for thinking about embarrassment. She couldn’t take much more of this treatment from Sam. She had to get out of there.
“Where the fuck you think you goin’?” Glenda heard Sam bellow out.
Her heart skipped a beat as she tore open the big wooden doors and stepped out into the bright moonlight. It was night already! Someone must be looking for her by now! God only knows why they didn’t try the stables. All she had to do was slip past Sam, then make a break for it to the house. Hilda the maid and the other help would be there. They’d lock the door and call the police, and the long nightmare would be over.
“Come back here, you bitch!” Sam bellowed like a wounded bull as he staggered out from the stable.
Glenda ran quickly behind a high clump of bushes to the right of the stable main door. Crouching on the ground and peering through the thick leaves, the brunette watched Sam closely as he ran aimlessly about the pound in front of the stable.
“Come on, horsey, and we’ll have a good time again,” Sam said in a softer tone of voice, hoping to coax her out.
Glenda looked around her nervously, trying to pick out a good escape path when she heard something that made her hair stand on end.
“All right, you fuckin’ bitch,” Sam said, standing in front of the door of the building now with both hands on his paunchy hips. “You can go on hiding all night. You might even get away. But you try callin’ the cops and you’ll never see your daughter Alana again.”
Glenda clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle a loud gasp.
“That’s right. I lied to you, bitch. You wanna see her, you cooperate or else, well…” Sam chuckled. “I’m goin’ back in here for another beer. You wanna come in, the door’s open,” Sam drawled out, turning around and stumbling back into the building.
Glenda crouched in the thick bushes several minutes after Sam disappeared. She wanted to make sure that the big man wouldn’t come running out in an attempt to trick her out of her hiding place and catch her. She wanted to get away as soon as possible and find out if what Sam said was true.
Glenda somehow couldn’t make herself believe that Alana was in his hands. The girl was probably back home now, worried sick — wondering where her mother was. Maybe the two of them could talk together that night, Glenda could try to make Alana understand why she submitted to Brad’s cock. Alana was almost a woman now. She had to understand this sort of thing!
Glenda moved her hands forward and pushed back the leaves of the bush one more time. Peering through the tiny opening, the brunette saw that Sam was still inside the brightly-lit stable. Glenda sprang to her feet and turned around, running quickly but silently away from the thicket.
The brunette felt like some kind of savage as she scrambled across the high growing grass toward the mansion at the top of the hill. Glenda’s bare feet barely touched the wet ground as her white skin flashed through the silver moonlight. The woman felt her body tingle with a strange kind of exotic excitement as the cool, damp night air blew against her hot flesh. As she drew nearer to the brightly-lit mansion, Glenda wondered how many women had made a similar escape from the big, fat ugly man. He’d mentioned that he’d done this sort of thing before to other women. How many had Sam humiliated, beaten and degraded like that?
Glenda reached the front steps of the portico. The brunette could see some movement inside the entranceway. She imagined what kind of a hit she’d make sprinting into the room stark naked.
“Call me if you hear anything, Hilda,” Glenda heard a male voice boom out as the front door cracked open slowly.
“Yes sir. But I still think we should call the police,” the maid said as the door opened and a sliver of gold light flooded through the night air.
Glenda leaped to the right and ran quickly to the corner of the mansion as a tall, big-framed man stepped out of the house and through the portico.
“With anyone else, I’d say yes. But you know how impulsive Mrs. Williams can be. Maybe she and her daughter are miles away from here trying to iron out their problems,” the big man said jovially as he started down the steps.
“I hope so, Mr. Thomas,” Hilda said, shaking her head slowly.
It was Peter! Glenda peeked around the corner and saw the big man walk toward his car. The brunette’s first impulse was to jump out and flag him down. He was her lawyer and friend. He could help her.
Then Glenda thought of her daughter. Alana hadn’t returned — at least, she’d been able to gather that from the bit of conversation she’d caught between Hilda and Peter. That meant that Sam’s threat was still good. Glenda knew that the smart thing was to let somebody know about what had happened to her. But she was ashamed and frightened for her daughter.
“You’ll call me just as soon as you hear something, Hilda?” Peter asked as he opened the door of his car and slid in.
“Certainly sir,” the maid said, closing the door quietly.
Glenda pressed her asscheeks against the cold wooden wall of the mansion as Peter’s bright headlights clit through the night. After his car had driven around the long curved driveway and was heading down the private road to the highway below, Glenda edged her way around the mansion and crept to the front door.
The brunette guessed that she could have sneaked into the rear. But that was the kitchen door, and Hilda was usually busy in that room this time of night. With Alana gone, chances were that Glenda wouldn’t meet anyone in the entrance ball now.
Glenda reached out and grabbed the brass handle of the door with her right hand. Quickly, she opened the door and slipped into the house. No one was there! Glenda could hear Hilda clanging away in the kitchen. In a series of rapid movements, the brunette slammed the front door loudly behind her, then she turned and sprinted up the steps toward her bedroom.
“Who’s then?” she heard Hilda’s voice ring out from below as she reached the top landing.
“It’s me, Hilda. I’ve been out looking for Alana and couldn’t find her,” Glenda said, ducking into her room and shut the door behind her.
“We’ve been looking all over for you, Mrs. Williams. Nobody could find you,” Hilda panted out as she climbed the stairs rapidly.
“I’d like to be alone now, Hilda,” Glenda said, reaching behind her and flipping the lock to her door. She leaned against it and tilted back her head, closing her eyes in exhaustion as the maid ran up to the door.
“And nobody’s heard a thing from your daughter, Mrs. Williams. Even the stable boy, Brad what’s-his-name’s gone. Nobody can find him either,” Hilda said through the shut door.
“I’ll be down in a little bit for some coffee, Hilda. Right now, I just want to relax,” Glenda said wearily.
“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll call Mr. Thomas right now, though, and let him know you’re all right,” Hilda said, turning around and heading back down the stain a little disappointedly. She’d hoped to learn more about what happened between Glenda and Brad that afternoon. Hilda was no fool, and pretty much guessed what set Alana rocketing out of the house. But she’d wanted to spice up her otherwise dull, uneventful life with a few sordid details from madam.
When Glenda was sure that the maid was gone, she staggered across the thick green carpeting toward her private bathroom. Her body ached from the beating, and her mind whirled around with horror and exhaustion. Reaching out with her right hand, Glenda flicked on the light switch and turned to her left toward the full-length bathroom mirror.
“Oh my God!” the brunette gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she looked at herself.
Large welts were all over her body. The red strip
es across her butt, inner thighs and tits made her look like a strange hybrid of tiger. Glenda staggered toward the mirror in horrified fascination, running her fingers lightly over her violated skin. Only her face had remained relatively untouched from the savage beating she’d received.
“Ohhh, God!” the woman cried out suddenly and bitterly, closing her eyes and forcing back the tears as the full force of what had happened to her crashed down on her mind. It was like a weight, pushing her down to the floor.
“God! God! God!” Glenda repeated over and over as she felt her knees giving way under her. The brunette would have collapsed into a sobbing heap if the phone hadn’t suddenly begun to ring. At first, Glenda wanted to ignore it. She wasn’t in a mood to talk, even to Peter Thomas right now. The ringing stopped. Glenda knew that Hilda was on the line now.
“Mrs. Williams. It’s some man. He insists on talking with you,” Hilda called out from below.
Something struck Glenda about this call. Something told her that it concerned her stepdaughter Alana.
“I’ll take it, Hilda,” Glenda shouted. She ran to her phone and picked it up nervously. When she heard Hilda hang up, Glenda started to speak.
“Who is this?” she said breathlessly.
“Mama?” a girl’s voice said unevenly over the phone.
“Alana? Alana, where are you? I’ve been worried sick,” Glenda said, choking down the sobs as she sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed with relief. Then she remembered what Hilda said. A man had called. But this was Alana on the line.
“Mama. They’re gonna make me do terrible things,” the girl wailed. “Please make them stop! Please!”
Then the begging stopped as a deep voice rang out over the receiver.
“We’ve got her, Mrs. Williams. And you know what we’ll do to her if you don’t listen,” the man said viciously.
“Who is this? What do you want?”
“You wouldn’t want the same thing to happen to your daughter that happened to you now would you?” the man asked, chuckling after he’d finished.