Becky’s Farm Ordeal: Part 3

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by Becky (edited)

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Part 3…

 

Sitting back at the house Ben and John were talking about what Becky had gone through the last couple days. “Can you believe she took all that pony cock in her, Ben,” John stated.

“There’s no way I thought it would all fit in her, it must’ve moved her organs around in there to jam that all in,” chuckled Ben.

“It’s still early, why don’t we go down and see how she’s doing, Ben? Especially after those dogs get done with her tomorrow, there’s certainly not going to be anything left of her that’s going to be tight after they’re done, that’s for sure,” said John.

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s pay her a visit while she has something that’s still small, eh? Grab a bottle of Tequila before we go.”

Becky was still passed out on the platform, sleep finally coming, but not like it did a few days ago. A few days ago, she never dreamed or imagined she would go through what she had with these men. Her nightmares were vivid and frightening. Getting fucked by a dog is bad enough, especially in the ass, but nothing could be lower than being fucked by a pig. The idea disgusted her to even think about it, but she got bred like a sow and still had the pot belly to show for it. She always slept on her tummy when she was at home, but there’s no way she could do that now. Her stomach was still bloated from all the sperm that had been shot inside her womb, they had told her, and why, just to make a movie for sick perverts to get-off.

However, that isn’t the real reason she’s here. The real reason is because of her stupid Dad, whom she had loved so much and thought he loved her as well, had betrayed her. How could he put me through this?, she often wondered. Her worst fear being Shelly, her younger sister, might’ve gone through this instead of her. This would kill Shelley, she kept telling herself to give her strength to endure. Becky had to get through this, so she could protect her tween sister.

Tossing and turning, she finally started to wake and when she rolled onto her stomach she woke with a start.

Becky slowly opened her eyes and looked around to see where she is and then realised she’s still strapped onto the pig bench. She could still smell something in the air, and looking between her legs, she knew instantly where the odour came from. Rancid cum was leaking out of her while she slept, and she could smell it as it puddled under her. Becky started to cry, remembering what she had been put through again, and possibly what might still happen to her.

She moved her leg to stretch and found she had some kind of locked manacle on her ankle. Like I’m going anywhere, she thought bitterly. No clothes and bursting with pig cum. She wiped the tears from her face and lifted up on her elbows to look around, then felt more cum leak out of her pussy.

It hurt too much when she tried to sit. So she laid back and tried pushing on her belly to see if it would go down, but it was rock solid and only hurt the more she pushed. She tried to relax, waiting for the pain to subside. Wondering if she should go back to sleep, she suddenly saw a light go on in the room next to her where the pony is housed.

She started to cry again, especially when Ben and John came through the door. They were naked, and passing a liquor bottle between them taking drinks from it. Becky sobbed as she knew why they were here. John reached out and squeezed her nipple and twisted it. “What’s the matter, Becky? Tears of joy from seeing Ben and me again?” John asked with a stupid grin on his face.

“Please, leave me alone… Please,” she pleaded.

Ben grabbed her other nipple and pulled on it till she screamed again with the pain. “We just come down to check on ya… See how you’re doin’, Becky, and maybe share a little tequila with ya. Here… Have a drink with us.”

Ben puts the bottle against her lips and tipped it. A lot of it went in my mouth, but the rest sprayed all over and up her nose making her cough and choke. What went down her throat burnt on the way down and then she felt her stomach start to roll again. “I’m gonna be sick!” She shouted, her face turning green before their eyes.

Then she threw up all over herself and John. The sperm she still had in her stomach was mixed with the tequila, and she couldn’t help but vomit. John didn’t see it that way at all. “You fucking little bitch,” he yelled at her then slapped her across the face, knocking her onto her side. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Then John grabbed her by the throat and pulled the bottle out of Ben’s hand. “Have another drink, Becky”.

He kicked her legs apart, took the neck of the bottle, and shoved it inside her pussy while she yelled and screamed. He twisted the bottle and shoved it hard, but the base was too thick and he could only penetrate her with the neck. With her insides torn from animal cocks the alcohol stung severely making her body writhe in pain and her scream loud.

Ben felt uncomfortable at the sight of Becky’s torture. “John! John!” Ben shouted at his friend.

John looked at Ben with a screwed-up face and an evil grin. He had been enjoying himself. Ben never liked this side of his friend. He liked fucking these girls, sure, but John liked hurting them. Ben pushed John hard making the big man step backward and the bottle removed from Becky’s pussy. “Stop it, man, you’re gonna kill the bitch,” Ben shouted angrily.

John took a swig of the tequila bottle that had just been shoved up Becky’s pussy, in defiance. “Bitch’s gonna die anyway. Why do you care so much? You’re gettin’ soft, Benny boy.”

“We still have a use for her. Once we’re done, you can get your sick jollies with the bitch, but only once we’re done! Got it?”

John laughed. “It don’t matter if this bitch dies, we’ll just get the sister. Shit, we’re gonna do her anyway. I can’t wait to fuck that one. I love breaking in a new model.”

“Well, if you control yourself, we can make the maximum money off both the bitches. Isn’t that what we’re here for?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Get outta here, then, if the Doc finds out what you were doin’ you’ll be eating your balls for dinner,” Ben said pointing at the door.

John looked away with a half pout, half sneer. “I’m horny though. I wanna fuck!”

“Fuck, man, we have a barn full of cunts. Go find one!”

John grumbled as he walked out the door, leaving Becky and Ben alone in the big room.

She lay there with her insides burning and sore from John shoving the bottle inside her. The whole conversation between the two men seemed a blur, however, something about it troubled her. She tried hard to remember it. They said something about Shelley, and she knew she needed to remember it. A grunt escaped her, a sign of frustration.

Ben walked over to a bench and returned with a hose in his hand. “Hang on, Becky. I’ll try to make it feel better for ya,” he said.

She felt him put the hose inside her pussy and a warm feeling spread through her. The pain did start to feel better as he washed the alcohol out of her abused pussy. Her body sagged with relief, and she sighed.

“A couple more minutes and it’ll be back to normal, hon. Well, as normal as possible seeing what’s been in there so far.” He watched the water run out of her with interest. “Becky, let’s try getting ya on your hands and knees for a minute, while I wash it out. Might get that pig cum outta ya.”

She gingerly, and slowly got on her hands and knees as he suggested. “Just take it slow… That a girl,” Ben encouraged her. “Okay now, just stay like that for a second and I’ll wash you some more.”

The change of position worked and the water gushing out turned rank and smelled terrible. The wax seal left by the pig gave way, and all its cum gushed out of her. She could feel the tension in stomach ease. Ben waited until the water turned clear again and hosed the slime off the bench too. She felt the hose pull out and he walked to the bench. Becky couldn’t see what he’s doing, but he walked back and started to rub her back.

As he rubbed, he said, “I’m sorry about John, he’s such a brute of a man. Not much more than animal himself.”

Becky felt him move his hand lower rub her ass. When he suddenly took his hand away it felt cooler, and she realised he’d had cream or gel on his fingers. “But I like ya, Becky. If you, like me, then maybe this doesn’t have to end bad for ya?” Ben said.

Suddenly, one of Ben’s fingers pushed inside her anus and penetrated her ass. One, soon followed by two, then what felt like three fingers inside her, fucking her. She started crying again, and he hushed her. “Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna ya much. I’m not like John.”

Becky felt him move behind her, and she knew what he’s going to do. Painfully for her, he started to push his big cock into her ass. She knew it wasn’t his fingers stretching her this time. At that point she just went numb and finally stopped caring what they did to her. Becky felt him push hard, until his belly was pressed against her ass cheeks and his balls touched her legs. She knew he had shoved all of his cock inside her.

“Oh, Becky. You sure have the tightest ass I’ve fucked for a long time. It’s squeezing my cock… So good,” he whispered.

He pulled out and pushed back into her, getting quicker each time. Her stomach moved around all over, and she felt sick again. Becky didn’t want that to happen after the last time, so she tried to push the feeling aside. He thrust in and out, faster each time, and after about five minuted he started to really pound her. From behind she heard grunting and whispering about how good her ass felt, and so on. Suddenly, he slammed into her and held her in tight. Becky felt his cum squirting inside her.

She kept still with him hanging onto her hips till she felt him start to soften and pull his cock out with a plop, making cum pour onto her legs. Once he got off the bench, she slowly started to slide onto her side, then just lay there looking straight ahead at the big door, wondering what or who else is going to come through it to rape her. Maybe to finally fuck me out of my misery, she hoped.

Ben puts a blanket over her, then reached out his hand to push the hair off her face. “See…” he began as if revealing some hidden truth. “I’m much more considerate than nasty ol’ John. That ass of yours is so sweet, Becky. I could really fall for a girl like you.”

He wrapped an arm around her and hugged her, as if trying to convey his special affection. Becky shuddered under his touch, but it didn’t register with him. “Is there anything else I can do for ya, Becky?” Ben asked with a kind, sweet face.

She looked at his big dough eyes, and felt disgust at his twisted idea of love. “Ben?” She whispered.

He leaned closer, feeling her breath on his face. “Yes, hon?”

“Could you fuck off, and die,” she whispered.

His head shot back quickly like he had been slapped. His eyes went wide at first, but very quickly turned mean. He raised his hand, palm down, ready to slap her as hard as he could. The slap rattled her and she passed out immediately from it. She didn’t even make a noise when he hit her.

He stood looking over her with a sneer on his face. “Fuck off and die indeed,” he said. “The only person here who’s gonna get fucked and then die is you.”

He laughed. As he walked out the door, leaving her limp body on the bench, he said to himself, “Fucking bitch, John will fix you.”

*****

The Doctor was on the phone with another ‘Film maker’ when John and Ben eventually came back to the house. As they entered they heard him say, “No, I’ve never seen anything like that in porn before. You have them there?” He paused to listen. “No plans really, I was just gonna film her doing the kennel tomorrow… That sounds interesting… Yeah, I know where that is… Maybe three hours away… OK, plan on us being there… err… late afternoon, tomorrow, then and we can go from there… Yeah, see you then, Jeff, bye.”

“Who’s Jeff?” Ben asked as he sat with a fresh beer in his hand.

“Another film studio who, believe it or not, has an aquarium and other wildlife all trained to fuck girls,” the Doc said then grinning.

“An aquarium? Jesus, can fish fuck girls?” John asked then drank from his beer.

“As long as the dick’s big enough, anything can fuck a girl,” Doc Brown said making the men laugh. “We’re going on a road trip in the morning. How was Becky when you finished with her, Ben?”

Ben looked like the cat who ate the cream.

“Cameras, Ben, remember the cameras,” the Doc said, wiggling his finger at Ben.

“She’s OK, I guess, err… sleepin’… when I left her.”

“I saw what you did, what you both did. What’s the number one rule at this studio? Ben? John?”

Both men dropped their heads in embarrassment and fear. Together they began to mumble, “We don’t rough up the talent until after the production is over.”

“Exactly! If I see you both misbehaving again, there’ll be consequences,” Doc said, looking at them both sternly with narrow eyes and a deep frown.

The two men nodded like scolded children.

“Good, the kennel scene will have to wait. Miss Becky has a date with a dolphin and a few other species you wouldn’t think could fuck a girl,” Doc said and smiled again, rubbing his hands together. His mind thinking about how much money they can make from such oddities.

The three men laughed, and John started a DVD playing on the TV screen. Becky and the pony, and each man sat amazed again at how she accommodated that huge pony cock. They spoke excitedly about what else they could get to fuck her.

Becky had no idea what is coming.

To be continued????

 

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8 Comments on Becky’s Farm Ordeal: Part 3

8 Comments

  1. This story made my thick 8″ phallus leak and drool just fantasizing about the SMELL of Beckys abused crotch… I so wanna be the very last to mount that sore sloppy pussy and feel the slop of all that filthy beast semen while I grunt like a bull and inseminate the poor girl yet again!!

    1. VERY, VERY GOOD!!! I read it to my Master/Husband and i was dripping wet,(Actually dripping), before halfway through part one. PLEASE, WRITE MORE.

  2. Can you please kill Ben, John, the doctor, and her dad, in that order. Well order doesn’t really matter, just give them all really horrible deaths. Cheerio!

  3. It is quite sad how a father could allow his daughter to be used as a way of playing off his gambling debts is quite disturbing and l can only hope that Becky can get free and turn the tables on her captors. As far as the sex is concerned I like it.

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