"Go, baby, go!" Al encouraged the animal, still holding tightly onto his reins.
"uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Faye screamed with each downward thrust. She felt his big, coconut like balls slapping against her ass-cheeks. The force of them hitting her butt nearly sent her knees flying off the tarp. She could hear the squishy sound of the big animal's cock pile driving into her upturned pussy. He whinnied and snorted more now as his front hooves pounded dangerously close to her trembling hands. He was going to shoot! Oh God in heaven, he's going to shoot! Faye thought to herself as she braced herself for the flood of horse-jizz.
CHAPTER NINE
"Look at 'im. Shit, he's gonna dump his load into her now!" Juan said, bending down and watching the big horse's dick jerk wildly.
"Ahh! Arrghhhh!" Faye cried out as she felt the first scalding load of cum blast into her waiting pussy. She wanted to retch! It felt as if she were being given a long, hot douche of something hot and sticky as the stallion kept on firing his jizz. She cried over and over again, screaming for help as the big animal snorted, whinnied and stomped around her. "Noo! Noooo!" Faye moaned as jizz leaked out from between her badly stretched outer labes and trickled down her thighs. She prayed God that the stallion would stop his cummmg. But the big animal seemed to have an unlimited supply of the sticky spunk.
"I think he's finishing up now," Juan said as the animal's cock jerking stopped.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh," Faye groaned, hanging her head and swinging it slowly back and forth. She felt utterly degraded. Her pussy ached, her wrists were bruised by the tight ropes, and her pride lay in tatters around her as the three men laughed and pointed at her.
"I guess we can untie her," Al said, pulling back on the reins.
"Hey, looks like he doesn't want to let go," Juan said, nudging Mike and laughing as the stallion whinnied in protest at Al's pulling. His cock still lay imbedded in Faye's pussy, trembling slightly.
"Can't leave them here all day," Al said, pulling back again. This time the stallion gave way, whinnying loudly as he pulled back and yanked his big, flaccid black dick out of her snatch with a loud squishing pop.
"Aiihhhhhh!" Faye cried out, feeling her knees fly out from under her. She lay prone on the pile of canvas, groaning in pain and shame as Juan and Mike walked over and untied her wrists.
"Okay, baby. I don't know what he's got in store for you, but it's gonna be hard to top this one," Juan said as Faye rubbed her bruised wrists with her fingers and looked hatefully up at them. She never despised two people more than she did right now. And then there was Al! If she could only get her hands on a gun or knife – anything that she could kill them with.
"Take her and that old bitch down to the cellar. I'll think of some way we can get rid of them," Al said, chuckling softly to himself as he led the horse back to the stall.
Faye shrugged off Juan's hand, struggling to her feet and walking to the door by herself. She didn't want any help from them. If they were going to kill her, all right! But she wasn't going to have them help her along the path to – what am I saying? Kill me? Faye thought to herself as her flesh crawled with fear. Something inside her told her that that was what Al was going to do with both her and her aunt. They couldn't be left around to talk. People might not believe them if all they had to say was that Al forced them to get fucked by horses. But with the knowledge that Helen was going to cut Al off without a cent by divorcing him, people might start thinking twice.
"Hey, I think she's still kickin'," Juan said, bending down and examining Helen.
"Thank God!" Faye said as she bent down and helped the Mexican lift the older woman to her feet.
"Ohhh, what happened?" Helen moaned, shaking her head slowly as Faye brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"Faye managed to finish the job you didn't," Al said sneeringly.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," Helen said as Juan and Mike led them out of the barn and into the bright courtyard.
Faye shook her head and squeezed her aunt's hand. Her pussy still shuddered from the violent and brutal attack she'd received from the big animal. Horse jizz dripped from her slackened cunt, oozing down her thighs. Juan and Mike led the two women up to a set of weather-beaten wooden doors that were level with the ground.
"Okay, in here with the two of you," Mike said, bending down and raising the doors.
"Careful," Faye said to her aunt as she turned around and stepped down the ladder. She felt so vulnerable, walking around in the nude like this in broad daylight. But what choice did she or her aunt have? They were at the mercy of her uncle and his helpers.
"Get down there," Mike said, pushing Helen toughly forward by the shoulders. If Faye hadn't caught her in time, Helen would have catapulted down the stairs and crashed down onto the concrete cellar floor. As it was, the blonde grabbed her aunt by the waist, then gently turned her around and supported her as she stepped shakily down the steps.
"Don't go anywhere," Juan said, breaking out into loud laughter as he slammed the door shut.
"What'll we do?" Faye finally moaned. They were in pitch blackness.
"Don't give up yet, baby," Helen said in a strangely confident voice.
"What do you mean?" Faye asked, feeling a ray of hope shoot through her. Her aunt knew something that Al and his buddies didn't. Maybe there was a way out of here after all!
"Before your uncle dragged me out to the barn, I was on the phone with my lawyers. They're supposed to be out here this morning sometime. If we can only stay alive until then," Helen said, reaching out and taking her niece's hand in hers.
"But how are they going to know we're down here?" Faye asked, feeling hope and frustration at the same time. There was a chance that the two of them could be rescued. But at the same time, they'd have to signal the men somehow. How could they do anything, locked up in the cellar like they were?
"I don't know," Helen said thoughtfully. "We'll just have to climb back up that ladder and listen for voices."
Faye agreed, then climbed back up the steep vertical steps to the locked wooden doors.
"By the way, do you know a lawyer by the name of Jack Moore?" Helen asked suddenly.
"Why?" Faye asked a little guilty. Somehow, dragging Jack's name into the present situation seemed a little obscene.
"Nothing. Except I wound up talking to him. He's not on my case. But I started going on about you and how you just flew in from New York and all. Seems the two of you met on the plane," Helen went on. "He's supposed to be here with my lawyer," the woman added.
"Oh no, not Jack!" Faye cried out. "Oh God, if he sees me like this… If Al or those others say anything about what happened… Oh God!" Faye cried out, laying against the ladder and breaking into sobs. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She could just imagine Jack's face when he walked in and found the two of them crouching in that small, dark cellar like two rats in a sewer. And when he found out what happened in the barn, wouldn't that really please him? Faye thought her trip to California was going to solve all her problems. Well, it might, if Al had his way.
"Shh, I think I hear a car," Helen whispered.
Faye choked down her sobs and pricked up her ears. The older woman was right. There was an automobile coming down the drive and turning into the courtyard. She could hear the sound of the crunching gravel.