Chapter 4

Jennifer was being escorted outside by her handlers, another new work day coming with the new dawn. They had taken her to be milked again in the kitchens, sucking her dry and storing her milk for culinary use. After gulping down her bitter morning gruel for breakfast, wondering when the last time was her breasts weren’t sore, her handlers informed her she would be working the stables today.

“I guess that’s not so bad.” she said quietly. She always did like horses, though she didn’t know a thing about caring for them. Her two handlers looked at each other and smirked.

Coming up on the stables, Jennifer could see a fenced off field full of grazing horses, and a large barn and stable off to the right. As soon as she walked through the stable doors, her jaw dropped open. Eight horses stood in their stalls, lining both sides of the building, and each had a prisoner in the stall with it. All except the last one, that one was for Jennifer.

Each woman knelt underneath their stallion, sucking on the bulbous head of a massive, hard horsecock. Their small hands wrapped around the length of the shafts, wetly sliding back and forth, as they milked their charges of their loads. A steel bucket sat on the ground next to them, waiting to transfer the horse cum to the kitchens for use in the inmates’ slop.

“Wha ... what is this?!” cried Jennifer, trying to turn and run out the building, the strong hands of her handlers on her arms preventing her escape. “You can’t be serious!”

“If you like we can try to make it easier for you.” Grinning, they drag her to a table and throw her facedown on it, the heavy-set man sitting on her upperback, crushing her to the surface, while holding her legs. The other guard prepares a syringe, squirting a small amount into the air, and pushes the sharp needle into her perineum.

“Ouch! What is that!?” She gasps as it sinks in the flesh between her asshole and pussy, and the man depresses the plunger.

“That’s a powerful aphrodisiac. Maybe it will help distract you.” Already she can feel her nipples hardening, her cunt starting to moisten.

“But I don’t-” before she can protest, she’s pulled upright and winces as the big man grasps her nipples, hauling her to her stall. Embarrassed at being led by the tits, her handlers push down on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel next to the large brown horse, his cock hanging limply down in front of her face. She turns her head away.

“Hmm, well. I guess we can just bring you back for another paddling or three” said the man to her left, reaching down and twisting her nipple.

“N-no, you can’t. Please, can’t we-”

“And then, after beating you black and blue, we can try that new electrotherapy unit the doctor provided.” he continued, taking his taser off his belt. “Would you like some idea what it’s like?”

He jammed his taser up between her legs and pulled the trigger, and Jennifer howled and doubled over as the voltage punched through her cunt. Grabbing her hair, he pulls her upright again.

“Of course it’s much stronger than that. I imagine we could leave you there most of the day, 10 hours or so. Hell, we can ask the Sergeant to let you pull an all-nighter if we’re getting good results.”

“No, please, that’s not necessary. I’ll cooperate, please.” Jennifer hated the idea of sucking a horse off, but she didn’t want to be tortured. At least if she was sucking cocks all day her poor body could try to start healing.

Releasing her hair, her handler straightened back up. “I knew you’d come around, 174. It’s kind of cute how you thought you had any sort of choice anyway. Well. Get to it.”

Looking at the cock bobbing gently, she tentatively raised her right hand. The aphrodisiac was wreaking havoc in her system, and her nipples could cut glass. She would never admit it, but being so horny and looking at that big cock, made her wish she could just fuck something. Anything.

But that wasn’t her task. Her task was to suck the horse off. Sighing, and closing her eyes briefly, she grasps the shaft and starts running her hand back and forth.

“Use your tongue fool. Lick him!” barked the man. ‘There’s no going back now... ‘ she thought, and slowly ran her wet pink tongue all along the underside, to the bulbous tip. The cock flexed and the horse shuffled his feat, starting to arouse. One of her handlers patted his neck and held his reins, calming him down, and Jennifer started working her hand down the newly wettened shaft.

She tried different hand pressures, not wanting to squeeze too hard, and started tonguing the slit, kissing the head.

“Use both hands. And when he cums, make sure you get it in the bucket! If that bucket isn’t full by the end of the day, there’s a special punishment for you.”

Red faced, she got to work, the now completely stiff cock growing bigger in her hands. Pushing on the back of her head, the man behind her forces 3 inches of horsecock into her mouth, holding her there. He lets go and she pops off.

“ ... gah! Okay, okay...” she mumbles, the taste of cock filling her mouth, the strong scent causing her wet pussy to involuntarily clench. God she was so horny, she hated that bastard for injecting her.

“oh, almost forgot your work vibrator. Keep sucking slut.”

Retrieving the 10-3/4 inch monster vibrator and a pair of gloves, he walks to the next stall over, ignoring the slurping woman within. He dips the vibrator in the bucket of cum, lubricating it for Jennifer.

He returns and kneels behind her as the sound of her sucking fills the stall. “I bet you’re going crazy with that aphrodisiac right now. You’d love for this to be up your dirty cunt, wouldn’t you whore?”

“Mgh!” Jennifer protested around the cock in her mouth, working 4 inches in and out between her lips. She wasn’t a whore, they were making her do these things!

“So that’s not where it’s going to go.” Putting the wet, slimy end against her asshole, he suddenly shoves in 3 inches and Jennifer squeals into the cock, her ass widening painfully. *NNGH! Momentarily holding still and not sucking, the horse gets agitated and shuffles around.

“Suck, whore!” reprimanded her handler, and he whacks the back of the toy with his hand, the slippery vibrator sinking another 4 inches up her too-tight butt! 7 inches of bumpy plastic up her backside, Jennifer groans and breathes deeply around the horse, sucking hard and trying to distract herself from the burning between her cheeks.

Three inches still stuck out from her ass, and that gave him enough to get a good grip on the vibrator. He started slowly fucking her with it, enjoying how she shuddered, her stretched asshole barely swallowing the thing without ripping - all while she got more and more sexually frustrated, her pussy aching to be touched, her thighs squeezing together tightly as she attended to the stallion in front of her.

Thwump Thwump Thwump Thwump *Thwump The clapping of her stinging butt fucking became her rhythm as she focused on the cock in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down the first four inches, sucking softly then harder as her tongue flickered on the underside. She stopped with the first inch in her mouth, and ran her tongue along the head, before sucking it back in down to 4 inches. Behind her, the vibrator had been shoved deeply into her and was being rotated back and forth, as her insides felt too full and ached in protest, before it was suddenly yanked backwards and her pounding began anew.

It turns out Jennifer wasn’t very good at being able to tell when a horse was about to cum. Suddenly she felt a forceful splash in her mouth, and, startled, she swallowed a mouthful of cum as the cock started to shoot off like a hose, cum shooting up out of her nose.

gasp cough “ugh god” she spit the ejaculating cock out and aims it at the bucket, as what seemed like pints of horse cum came forth. She kept stroking his length with both her hands as he came, the cum getting on her hands and greasing her palms to glide wetly over the hard flesh.

The smell of his cum powerfully assaulted her senses, her entire mouth and nasal passage wet with the stuff. Blinking and coughing up phlegm and cum, she sat stroking his cock, unsure of what to do next as the last drops fell from the tip. Her breath hitched as her handler behind her kept pounding her ass.

“Get sucking again whore!” The second man knelt down and slapped her cum covered face, her red eyes blinking back tears. “Each horse gets to cum twice. And don’t even think about throwing up, or it’s electrotherapy for you.”

Opening her pink lips wide again, she leans forward and swallows 4 inches of cock, working her tongue over the sticky skin. Behind her, the handler fucking her ass spanks her hard and pulls the vibrator out with a pop, looking with disdain at the brown streaks coating it. He wipes it off with a rag and shuffles over to her cum bucket.

He re-dips the vibrator in the cum, covering it with a fresh batch of lube, and drives it into her shuddering ass once again. Her hips wiggled as she tried to pull her asshole away from the disgusting punishing toy, but he is insistent. Soon her cheeks are clapping against his hand again as he roughly brutalizes her butt, her tits jiggling and swinging from the impacts. He flicks the vibrator on and it comes alive, sending waves of sensation up her ass while she clenches on it.

Amidst the wet sounds of her mouth being violated, the horse starts to whinny and snort. Chuckling, her second handler grabs her head and shoves her forward as hard as he can.

“MnngH! FhGHMM!!!” Jennifer convulses as the hard meat spears down her throat, 15 inches of cock disappearing down her face! She’s less than halfway down the thing but that’s more than enough for a human, her welling eyes staring up at his belly, the fat cock making a huge bulge appear all the way down her neck.

She thought she was going to die, it felt like she had swallowed a summer sausage. She could painfully feel the head resting somewhere around her collar bone, the fucktube that used to be her throat aching and spasming uncontrollably. The horse started shooting his cum, a powerful jet splashing down directly into her stomach. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Pushing with both her hands on his stomach, she extricated herself from his cock, it coming free with a loud, wet *Pop!

She aimed it with one hand at the bucket, the other supporting herself on the floor while her head hung low, coughing and gagging. Less than half of what made up the last load ended up in the bucket, the rest already down in her stomach.

“Gasp! ugh... gasp ... why... cough why d-did... retch” she tried to splutter some words out, but her hoarse throat was having none of it. Cum mixed with snot ran from her nose and mouth and landed on her tits, and she started crying. She was desperately trying not to vomit as her stomach heaved.

Leaving her vibrator wedged up between her ass cheeks, the handler behind her stood up and rolled his neck. While she tried to recover, they led the horse away out into the field.

... and promptly led in a fresh new one.

Gagging and spluttering on another load of cum, she finished off her 13th horse of the day, her tired jaw feeling like it was about to be dislocated. Her soft hands cupped the massive, wrinkled balls as she gently massaged as much cum as she could from them, letting the cock spurt into her bucket. She was freezing cold, her handlers getting more and more disgusted with her as she was covered with ever increasing amounts of cum, and had taken to hosing her off between horses, leaving her soaking wet and shivering.

On the third horse they had the cruel idea of forcing her to cover one nostril then the other, making her inhale and snort as hard as she could after each horse came. The horse cum would almost always inevitably shoot up her nose when the forceful jets first started, so by snorting it in she started packing her sinuses with the thick stuff. Now if she spoke she sounded like she had a cold.

Ever her companion during this ordeal, her vibrator buzzed away happily between her ass cheeks, her sore asshole having given up on expelling the invader. They had given her periodic ‘booster’ shots of aphrodisiac throughout the day, but the effects had never really worn off from the first, so she was just unbearably more and more horny.

Her thighs scissored together almost constantly, trying to find some sort of relief, but she was forbidden from touching herself. She finished milking the cock into the bucket, and sat back on her knees, steeling herself for the next horse to be brought in. Her stomach roiled and complained, feeling overly full, like she had eaten a huge dinner.

“Time’s up fuckslut. That’s all the horsecock you get to swallow today.”

Panic hit Jennifer, and she looked at her bucket despairingly. It was only 3/4 full!

“Can I have one more?” her cracked voice squeezed out the pitiful request. “Please, just ... just one more!” She was close to tears, how could she go through all this and still end up getting punished?

“Sorry bitch. It doesn’t matter how cock-hungry you are, rules are rules.”

They stood her up and pulled her vibrator from her ass, her asshole gaping and twitching, unsure of its newfound freedom, the ‘lubricant’ they used dripping out of it. Turning her around, she saw the other inmates pushing in a hollow wooden model of a horse, life sized with a closed hatch on the side. There were large holes drilled where its genitals should have been.

“Failure to fill the bucket means you get an hour of mating.” drawled the big man to her right.

“M-mate ... with ... the horses...” Jennifer muttered quietly, eyes wide. Her mind was racing. She remembered what it felt like when she was shoved onto the horsecock, 15 inches spearing down her aching throat. That was only half the cock!

She would be killed. It just wasn’t anatomically possible for her to be fucked by a horse, she would die.

While the attendants were anchoring the fake horse in the center of the stable, her exhausted mind made a decision. She wasn’t going to die. She was going to have to run for it! She didn’t know where on the island she would go or how she would survive, but she would not die here!

“No, please, please don’t do this. You can’t do this!” she started begging as they grasped her arms, pulling her towards the contraption.

Gritting her teeth, she suddenly twists violently, her left arm breaking free from one of her handlers. Spinning towards the other, she kicks him as hard as she can with her high heeled foot, missing his groin but causing him to take a step back. Cursing, they reach for their tasers, but Jennifer is already booking it for the door, sprinting as best she can on shaky legs out the stable doors.

Running in high heels is damn near impossible, especially in outdoor terrain, which is one of the reasons inmates were required to wear the shoes. Jennifer rounded the corner and jumped the fence awkwardly, tits flopping and swaying, heading into the big open fields with all the grazing horses, many of which she had just sucked dry.

Behind her the second set of stable doors burst open, and her handlers galloped after her, mounted on horseback. One of the horses was the one she had just finished off, his cock still partially erected and swinging comically as it chased after her.

Poor Jennifer ran as hard as she could, but there was no way a weak, abused woman in heels could outrun a horse. They rapidly were gaining on her, and her eyes darted around desperately looking for anything that could help her.

That was when she fell. One of her heels had landed on a large rock and she had totally lost her footing, and she went crashing to the ground. She fell flat on her face, crushing her boobs beneath her, and felt dazed. Blinking and trying to clear her head, she rolls over onto her back, and felt a sharp, piercing pain in her left breast.

Looking down, she panics as she sees a rattlesnake biting into her breast, it’s long fangs sinking into her boobflesh, pumping her full of its venom. She starts screaming for help as her handlers ride up to her.

“Help me! Please help me I’ve been bitten by a snake! Help me!” “Fuck! This stupid fucking bitch!” curses her handler, jumping down from his mount, looking in the saddle bag for the emergency kit. His partner runs up to Jennifer, and quickly cuffs her wrists behind her, then her ankles together, hobbling her. He had flipped her over to cuff her wrists, and the snake, not liking being crushed underneath her at all, bit her breast a second and third time while Jennifer wailed. Finally the man grabbed the snake and flung it away, ripping it from her wounded mammary.

Running up to the distressed girl with a first aid kit, he takes out a tourniquet and starts tightly wrapping the base of her left boob.

“You stupid, fucking cunt! What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I ... I ... I had to get away!” Jennifer was crying, the pressure in her boob growing exponentially with each wrap. “I would have died! Oww!”

Twisting the windlass, the little stick on a tourniquet that really cranks the pressure up, he yells at her. “You twist dumb twist fucking *twist whore!”

“ahh! Ahh please! What are you doing? *twist -ungh!”

“I’m stopping the venom from entering your bloodstream!”

Her strangled globe felt like it was about to burst, and shone a bright red as the blood was trapped within. Satisfied the immediate danger passed, the man exhaled.

“You wouldn’t have died you stupid fucking bitch, but I promise you you will wish you had after this. You would have been secured within the horse farther up into the belly, only the end of that dick would have reached you!”

“I ... I’m sorry I didn’t know! I was afraid! Please, Sirs, please don’t tell anyone, don’t let me be punished!”

He looked at her coldly, taking a second tourniquet from his bag. “Of course you will be punished. We’ll deal with that once we get back.”

He starts wrapping the second tourniquet around her right breast, which was completely uninjured.

“Uh ... sir? Sir? Ouch.” He starts twisting the windlass. “ugh! Sir, I didn’t get twist ah! bitten on that one, it’s just twist ngh! the left one!”

Glaring at her, he starts twisting the windlasses on both tourniquets at the same time, one in each hand. “I hate twist when stupid sluts twist run!” twist twist *twist

“Oooo ouch! Ouch!!” she groans in pain, both throttled funbags rapidly turning purple under the tight squeeze, the blood flow completely stopped. Giving each mushroomed tit a hard punch in annoyance, he throws the terrified woman over the back of his horse like a sack of potatoes, and starts galloping for the medical building, his partner following close behind.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Prisoner 174” admonished the doctor, his face as emotionless as ever. He filled a syringe with rattlesnake antivenom ... mixed with bee venom. The irony. “You are lucky our men are so well trained.”

“I ... yes, doctor. Please hurry sir” Jennifer answered meekly, unable to do anything else. She was strapped down to a tilt table, currently reclining backwards at 30 degrees, just enough for the bright lights above to shine down into her face. Both her handlers were present, standing on either side of her, refusing to leave in case she tried to escape again. Tight straps held her to the table, across her ankles, upper thighs, and above and below her dark purple breasts.

Still being strangled by the tourniquets, her fatsacks had gone numb, though she could still feel a light throbbing from deep within. “Um ... doctor. Please, could you take off the right tourniquet? Only my left breast was bitten...” Ignoring her, the doctor approached her with the syringe in hand.

Lining the long, 3 inch needle up with her left nipple, he slowly pushed the syringe straight down the center. Jennifer was glad her chest had been numbed, she was sure that would have hurt awfully. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was manageable. Pulling the syringe out, he refilled it and injected her right breast as well, making sure the needle was fully seated as deeply as possible, depressing the plunger the entire 3 inches as he pulled it from her.

‘She will feel that later for sure’ mused the doctor. By the handlers reports, her trussed up titties had been bound up for just over 5 minutes now. Any longer would be dangerous. With a practiced hand he quickly unbound each tourniquet, freeing each strangled globe, and the blood rapidly starting flowing back into her oxygen starved tissues.

Jennifer moaned quietly as her tits started to tingle, and they seemed to burn right in the centers like something was terribly wrong. It must just be because of that long needle.

In a moment she would be screaming as the pain of blueish purple tits having their circulation restored would hit her. He spoke to her handlers. “She is healthy enough for punishment, you may begin. But leave her here, I have more data to collect from 174 and today is as good a day as any.”

She stared as the doctor walked through the side door, closing it behind him. Jennifer’s heart dropped. They were going to start punishment on her now? Her poor breasts were starting to burn and-

*WHOMP! “NNGH!”

The heavy teak paddles both walloped into her tits at the same time, the same paddles they had used to devastating effect on her this morning!

“We can help restore your circulation, cunt!” *WHOMP “ahhh!”

“No, please they need to heal, don’t-WHOMP Argh!” WHOMP *WHOMP

Setting once again into an alternating rhythm, the pair resumed one of their favorite past times. As more and more of the old blood was barbarically pounded out of her titbags and new, oxygen rich blood rushed to fill its place, Jennifer’s tits ached more and more horribly, the initial deep tingling replaced with a radiating soreness, then agony. The bee venom she didn’t even know was inside her flared and spread out under the thrashing blows, her tits rapidly swelling even more.

*WHOMP “nnnngh! No, no-”WHOMP “Ungh!” WHOMP “ahhh!”

“Who the FUCK” WHOMP “ungh!” “do you think you are?” WHOMP

“You think you can run away?” *WHOMP “uhh! N-no sir. No I-”

WHOMP “You think you will escape this facility?!” WHOMP *WHOMP

“I-I’m sorry! Please, not so hard! Not so-*WHOMP ahhhh!”

WHOMPWHOMP WHOMPWHOMP

“And to think we were going easy on you!” WHOMP WHOMP WHOMPWHOMP “You WILL reap your rewards, I promise you!” *WHOMP

Her heavy milkbags, no longer dark purple but a deep, angry red, danced on her chest, flattening into pancakes before springing back for the next blow. They were anything but numb now, and when she wasn’t crying out she was constantly groaning. How could these monsters paddle her tits twice in one day?!

WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP Almost like keeping a beat, they smashed her swollen globes hard and forcefully. When she was paddled this morning it was just the daily morning routine, with a bit of added flair. This, however, was punishment.

Jennifer felt the difference. Spinning the paddles around in their hands, the pair started smacking into her fatsacks with the sides of the paddles, the much smaller surface area completely crushing her milkbags where they struck, dividing her tits in half with each blow. Jennifer wheezed, the breath whooshing out of her lungs, and gasped over and over, her ribs starting to ache below her totally, bruisingly crushed meatsacks.

WHOMPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMP “gasp nnngH! I can’t... WHOMPWHOMP I can’t do this-!! WHOMPWHOMP Gasp Please stop!” WHOMPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMP

Satisfied with their progression, the pair set down their paddles. Taking a break, one of the handlers lit up a cigarette and sat down, peering intently at her tear-streaming, hyperventilating face, while the other stood directly in front of her. Her knockers were a deep red, and you could see deep bruises forming all over them. Except for one part.

Taking a pair of toothed clamps, he clips one to her right nipple, right on the small hole where the doctor had inserted his syringe. Taking out a small screwdriver, he started tightening the set screw, making it bite harder and harder into her nipple flesh.

“Owww. You’ve got to be kidding me” she complained. Moaning, she shook her chest as it got tighter and tighter, trying to escape the infernal biting pain. He attached the clamp’s partner to the other nipple, and cranked it down drum tight as well. Running a piece of twine from one clamp, up behind her neck, and down to the other, he pulled the twine tight and tied it off, exposing the sensitive undersides of her titbags, also red but decidedly less dinged up than the rest of her boobflesh. Her nipples strained upward tightly, pulled at least an inch from her breasts, the twine much tighter than necessary.

He left her there, eyes open wide, as he walked to the table and put on a pair of fingerless leather gloves. Cracking his knuckles, he stood in front of her again, and spit in her face.

“Maybe this will encourage you to behave yourself from now on.” Thud! Thud! Violently he punched into her painsacks, first the right, then the left, his knuckles crashing and sinking into the soft flesh of her mostly unblemished underboobs. Striking her again, and again, he was determined that the fleshy undersides would be as marked and hurt as the rest.

Thud! “Ugh! God... Thud! P-please!” *sobbing

Escape attempts never looked good on a guard’s record. He angrily started beating her harder. THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD! THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD!

Her wailing echoed throughout the room, her chest suffering marvelously as the small amount of healing she achieved while sucking off the horses was set back. Sweat was beading on the handler’s forehead as his boxing workout took its toll on him.

35 punches in, Jennifer’s brutalized flesh was finally starting to look a little more appropriate for a woman in her position. She had given up voicing any words, and simply groaned and cried, reduced to animalistic responses. Satisfied with their progression, he gripped both mammaries and gave them a ruthless, tight squeeze. Jennifer, seeing red as her voiced cracked and whimpered, finally passed out, her tenderized bags sending just too much ache and pain to her tired brain. He returned his gloves to the drawer.

Leaving her with her nipples still drawn up tight by the twine, her handlers retired for the evening, heading down to see who had guard servicing duty tonight. The good doctor would see to Jennifer’s feeding, as he had more tests he wanted to perform on her this evening.

When Jennifer came to, she had been moved from the medical lab to the doctor’s large, but still clinically freezing, adjacent testing room. Finding her hanging limply on the tilt table, unconscious with deeply red and swollen tits, he pieced together that she was unable to handle the ire of her handlers.

Loosening her straps and letting her drop to the floor in a crumpled heap, he quickly checked to make sure her wrists were still secured behind her back, and checked her ankle cuffs. Unable to help himself, he sunk his long, skinny fingers deeply into her abused fucksacks, still drawn up tightly by the twine, and started dragging her through the side door into the testing room, her face twitching as she moaned in her unconscious stupor.

It was still early evening, and he could get started on some of his tests right away. He didn’t mind working late sometimes, especially if the work was enjoyable. Besides, Prisoner 180 was becoming his pet project, and he would be up tending to her for a few more hours anyway.

Jennifer’s eyes started to flutter open, and she immediately felt the throbbing deeply coursing through her castigated mammaries. “Ohhhh...”

As she became more aware of her surroundings, she found she couldn’t move much. She was strapped into the gynecological chair she sat in when first processed, her legs spread wide and secured in the stirrups, hands still cuffed behind her, a heavy strap running below her battered breasts, holding her torso down. The twine running behind her neck was still tied tightly to her nipple clamps, pulling her globes up painfully, showing off the sensitive, heavily beaten undersides.

She didn’t have time to worry about it. When she saw what was going on across the room, her mind froze in appalled fear.

Prisoner 180, Mikaela, the poor pregnant woman Jennifer glimpsed being drug into medical immediately after her those few days ago, hung suspended from a ceiling beam by her wrists and ankles via long chains. Her head hung limply back, long black hair sweeping just a foot off the floor.