Chapter 7

As I stepped up on the lower platform at the rear of the mounting table, I expected Kathy to push me forward, face down, as had been done just hours before. Instead, she used her hands to turn me until I was facing away from the table, and then silently indicated what she wanted by placing one hand against my chest and forcing me backward, until at last I lay there on my back.

I then expected my legs to be pulled towards the floor, for securing to the shackles there, but that was not what my wife wanted for me. She instead looked up, and when my eyes followed hers, I saw two other shackles slowly dropping from the ceiling. As they emerged from the unlighted area close to the ceiling, I saw they were attached to ropes about six feet long, which were in turn fastened to the ends of a 4x4 timber, all of eight feet long. When that part was fully lighted, I could see a third rope was holding it suspended from a pulley, and that it ran from there down to a winch that Herr Nunnemacher was operating. That told me in no uncertain terms just how and where my ankles would soon be secured.

Kathy confirmed my guess by fastening the shackles in place, just above my feet, and then buckling a wide leather belt across my midsection, holding me firmly to the tabletop. She then stepped back to watch as the man began to turn the handle in the opposite direction. The effect was not only to raise my feet and legs, but also to separate them more widely than they had ever been. There was only one direction my butt could move, and that was for me to lift it a small amount from the tabletop. Even that limited freedom, however, was more than my wife would allow me. She again tied a small cord to the barbed tube in my right ball, then pulled it down to one of the pegs, where it was wrapped securely.

My arms were then pulled downward, causing a great deal of discomfort until my upper body adjusted to the strain by making me lower my neck and head. It was then I realized the second low platform was still on the floor beneath me, and all I could think of was Helga orally servicing one of the boars, and knowing I would soon be doing exactly the same thing. As with everything else that happened to me during those days at the resort, that caused a moment of fear, but it was quickly overcome by the lust and excitement that continued to surge through what was left of my brain.

When the smaller top platform was placed over my immobile body, I was struck by the thought that when I sucked off the pig, his feet would be on my chest. As before, any fear passed away, and I lay there in suspended animation, waiting for my "lovers" to do with me anything they cared to.

What happened next left me in a complete state of confusion, because it was not what I'd been expecting. Instead of one of the boars mounting the platform beneath my head, it was Carol who was led there. Her husband positioned her with her back to me, straddling my head with her legs spread. At the same moment as I heard the sound of hooves approaching, Kathy's hand jerked the pigtail from the woman's pussy, and then the butt plug from its snug home. As the pig's sperm began to slowly ooze from her recently-violated opening, I experienced once again what it felt like to be raped by a stud animal, this time a boar rather than a ram.

As the curved penis entered my body from the rear, Carol's beautiful crotch settled in place on my nose and mouth. The scent of her entrancing vagina enveloped my nose as I did everything in my power to bury it deep inside her. The taste of the boar's cum exploded on my tongue as I also struggled to also bury that part of my mouth as deeply as possible inside her. I could hear Kathy's voice, along with those of the other watchers, urging the boar to, "Breed the worthless sow-bitch!" Catcalls and cheers rang out as Carol settled in place on my nose and mouth, but they faded away as I looked up between her widespread legs, and saw her own eyes looking down at me in intense concentration. Although I couldn't hear her words, her lips told me she was silently urging me to, "Eat it, you little bastard! Lick that pig cum out of my ass! Suck it out, you stinking little sow!" Of course, that's exactly what I was trying to do, with all my might. Her urging couldn't possibly have made me try any harder; I had been doing my utmost to do just exactly that from the moment her perfect little pussy and heinie had made contact with my face.

At some point far in the future, I felt Carol leaving her perch on my head, and then I realized that the boar that had been breeding me was squealing at the top of its voice. I could feel its final mighty thrust into me, and then felt rather than heard its forefeet beat a tattoo on the platform just above my body. It gave a final deep sigh, then its head dropped to the platform, spent and exhausted. With the beautiful woman no longer riding my face, and the pig no longer breeding me, the lack of stimulation enabled my brain to notice the agonizing pain that was coming from my right ball, the one that Kathy had tied so tightly to the platform below me. I was sure that the thrusts of my lover, combined with my own which had been equally frenzied, had caused the barbed tube to act as a blender deep inside where it was lodged.

I had just barely recognized that when Helga stepped onto the platform so recently vacated by Carol. That drew my attention back to where it was supposed to be, and I dropped my head in silent invitation for her to straddle it. I don't know whether or not she needed my invitation. In any event, she spread her massive legs, sidled backwards until her crotch was right over my face, and then waited patiently as Kathy removed the two obstructions that were preventing me from burying my nose in the fragrant pussy and my tongue in the tasty puckered opening poised so invitingly above me.

Just as the woman was lowering herself to me, I heard the rapid inhalations and exhalations that told me another boar was standing between my legs, testing my scent to see if I were ready for breeding. He was evidently satisfied that was the case, for with yet another clatter of forefeet, he mounted me and I felt the old familiar rhythm that females of all species have felt for millennia. His urgent pistoning did nothing but stimulate me to increase my own efforts to please Helga, and my nose worked its way deeper inside her voluminous front opening, while my tongue swirled inside the equally large one in her rear, being replaced every few seconds by my sucking lips. I don't know if the onlookers continued to cheer the scene, and offer encouragement to the three of us; Her massive legs completely blocked any sound from my ears, and as my butt was once again filled with pig sperm, I did my best to remove all traces of the same thing from Helga, and all in the deepest of silences imaginable.

When the woman at last moved forward, the noises from the watchers burst over my consciousness like a cacophony. It took several seconds for me to understand anything that was said, but as the volume subsided, I heard Carol asking, "Do you think it can be saved?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, and the question in my mind wasn't answered when Kathy answered, "Saved for what?" That must have been amusing to the others, for another round of laughter burst forth. As for me, I was still savoring all the sensations that were sweeping through my body. My butt ached from the double breeding it had just endured; my nose was literally filled with the juices of the two women who had allowed me to serve them so intimately by licking and sucking all traces of pig sperm from their rear openings. Just at that moment, though, an entirely new sensation took over, and it was centered in my right nut. I knew the barbed tube Kathy had pushed through it (Had it been just that morning?) had done further damage because of my excited movements, and although I couldn't see the thing, was sure that was the source of the waves of agony that threatened to engulf me.

I was released from my imprisonment then, but was so pain-wracked that I was unable to even sit upright, let alone stand. The two husbands helped me sit up while Kathy guided my feet to the lower platform. It was then that I saw my balls for the first time since being led to the mounting table, and that sight was enough to answer my question about Carol's and Kathy's words. I could see that the tube had been subjected to a great deal of pulling while I was being bred, undoubtedly because I'd been straining against the cord that attempted to hold me in place. That pulling had caused the barbs to shred the tender flesh, and the result was plain to see: blood and other disgusting fluids were dripping from the space around the tube. It was easy to see why the woman had asked her question. I, too, wondered the same; however, my wife's response was pretty much my own: who cares?

As before, the three of us were led to the washing station in one corner of the breeding room. I was simply unable to walk, and had to be almost carried to the floor drain, where I was dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The bone-chilling stream of water revived me slightly, but that just meant that the horrible throbbing in my ruined nut became more noticeable.

As the three of us dried ourselves, Herr Trotter called for quiet, then when everyone was looking toward him in expectation, asked, "Was I correct in saying this afternoon would be exciting?" He accepted the applause and affirmations of everyone else, then continued, "Tonight promises to be even more so, I can assure you. Our dear Kathy has at last arrived at a decision concerning the matter we told you about while we ate our brunch. If you would, I ask that everyone who is interested to please convene in the dungeon one hour before midnight. Again, I can assure you it will be worth your while to miss a little bit of sleep." To another round of applause, he and Herr Nunnemacher left the stables.

As for me, I was unable to walk at all, due to the strain of the unnatural position I'd been in for so long, plus the agonizing pain from my damaged testis. That situation had evidently been planned for, as was demonstrated by the wheelbarrow being pushed toward me by the cameraman. He held it steady, close to where I lay, while the two husbands lifted me inside it. To my complete astonishment, Helga easily lifted the two handles and began to wheel me to the hotel. I was reclining in the wheelbarrow, facing backwards, as the wonderful woman pushed the thing. Other than the discomfort of sitting on the pigtail I was wearing, I was completely captivated by the way her pendulous breasts bounced up and down with each step. Again and again, images of her being suspended completely in the air by ropes tied around her huge melons raced through my mind, and it was only when we were in the elevator that I noticed my surroundings.

The elevator stopped at the top floor of the hotel, and Helga wheeled me down the hallway toward the room that had been assigned to Kathy and me an eternity ago. As she steadied the wheelbarrow beside the bed, her husband and my wife lifted me out and carefully placed my abused body on the bed. Then, accompanied by references to the night's "performance," and their wishes that they didn't have to wait for so long, they departed, leaving us alone in the room, as we'd been yesterday, which to me seemed an impossibly-long time ago.

Kathy lay down beside me on the bed, hugging me close and burying her face against my neck. She sighed deeply, then showed we were thinking exactly the same thing by saying softly, "I can't believe it's been just one day since we came here. Surely it's not possible to have so many wonderful things happen in so short a time." She paused, as if savoring all her memories, then continued in her husky whisper, "Just think. Since then I've watched a dog, a man, two sheep, and two pigs fucking you in the ass; I've been fucked by two of the biggest cocks I've ever seen; I've pushed needles through your tits, your useless little weenie, and your balls. Not only that, but I've made you eat animal cum out of two womens' cunts and butts."

She lay there in silence for a long time, and I knew she was seeing again all those things, just as I was. Finally she said, "I think tonight will be the best thing of all, though." Again she paused for a long while before continuing, almost as if she were talking for her own benefit, trying to convince herself that everything had really happened, and wasn't just a wonderful dream she was having back home in our bed.

Almost in a whisper, she said, "You're probably wondering how all happened, I suppose. I know you had big plans for me, and as it turned out, you're doing what you wanted to see me do. God, I just can't believe I'm the same naive woman who a year ago thought your little pecker was just fine, and that I'd never need anything else for the rest of my life." She paused for several seconds then, as if trying to come to terms with how she could have been so blind to what she was missing. Still speaking softly, she continued, "I guess I knew right away when you started to have your fantasies about me having sex with another man while you watched. I suppose I was pretty sure you were looking at stuff like that on the Internet when I was working the night shift, but I don't remember just when it was I put that keylogger on your computer. What I do know is that it almost made me sick to see what you were fantasizing about. At first, anyway. After a few days of checking up on you, something just sort of 'clicked' in my head, and I got just as interested in the idea as you were.

We probably could have gone on forever like that, but then you found those farmgirls sites and started spending all your time looking at women getting screwed by every animal under the sun. I know for sure the first couple of times my only opinion was that you were a sick little puppy, but then, just like happened with the cuckold sites, I started to get hot looking at those pictures, too. The only thing different, though, was that I kept imagining it was you being bred, not me.

The capper, though, was when you found Hans' Website, and then went through your pathetic little ruse to convince me that we should spend our anniversary here. I guess that's when I knew we were both way beyond the fantasy stage, and when Hans told me it'd be okay to bring you here for breeding, it just seemed so right."

Again there was a long pause before she said, almost as an afterthought, "It's been everything I'd ever hoped for. I just wish you knew how hot it makes me to see you tied down on the table, and all those animals fucking you in the ass. Not only that, it makes me really proud of you that you seem to want it just as much as I do, and that no matter what we make you do, you do it. That just makes me so proud of you, honey, and I love you so much that I just can't tell you.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that, 'cause you're going to get another chance to make me proud tonight. I just know you'll love what we're going to do to you, although maybe not as much as I will." After another short pause, she said with finality, "Well, it's all settled, no matter what. You'd better get some sleep now, cause you probably won't be able to later when we're down in the basement."

That seemed to be all she wanted to tell me, and with a sigh of contentment she dropped her head to my shoulder, hugged me one more time, and promptly fell asleep. As for me, her words kept echoing in my head, to the accompaniment of the throbbing in my crotch, and sleep was slow in coming.