Chapter 5

Just as we reached the door, it swung open and I saw Herr Nunnemacher was standing there. He said expansively, "Willkommen, willkommen," and then stepped aside so our small parade could enter. As I passed from the sunlight of the outdoors into the more dimly-illuminated interior of the stables, my eyes took several seconds to adjust. Finally I was able to see we were in a large room that had been walled off from the other part, or parts, of the stable. I saw Herr Trotter was also there, as well as his assistant, who had welcomed us. There was another man there, also, and he was holding what I recognized as a videocamera. I knew then that whatever happened in that room that day, a permanent record would be made of it, for anyone to see. Rather than that causing any trepidation, it perversely served to only make me more anxious for the degradation of the two women, and me, to get underway just as soon as possible.

Herr Trotter seemed to be of the same mind, for he looked at Carol's husband and said, "I understand you wish your wife to be bred first. Is that correct?"

The man nodded his head vigorously, then answered, "Yes. It's been almost six months since she was last on the table, and I'm sure she's in heat again. She needs it right now."

Our host and Herr Nunnemacher then stepped aside, giving me an unobstructed view of the thing that had dominated my thoughts, fantasies, and obsessions for so many months: the mounting table.

It was simple in construction, but so deadly serious in design. It was actually nothing more than a platform, approximately two feet wide and three feet long, set on legs that held it at standard tabletop height above the floor. A smaller platform, maybe two feet square sat at one end, and it was only one foot high. On the floor, by the four corners of the table but almost three feet from them, four iron rings had been fastened to the concrete, with a single shackle attached to each, and there was no doubting their purpose.

Carol was pulled to the table by her husband, with vicious jerks on the chain attached to her pussy lips. There was no question in anyone's mind that she went willingly, even though she was purposely holding back to make it seem as if he were forcing her to do this despicable thing. At last she reached the table, where he pushed her face forward until she was lying flat, facing away from the smaller platform at the end behind her. Pulling her arms and legs roughly toward the floor, he quickly fastened the shackles to her wrists and ankles, holding her firmly in place and with her crotch opened to its widest extent. He knelt behind her, jerked the labia chain down to a peg set in the platform about eight inches below her pussy, and then wrapped it several times to hold her in position.

Her husband stood, then, and caressing her red-striped bottom with extremely tender gestures, said to all of us, "Doesn't she have the most-perfect heinie you've ever seen?" Everyone there, including me, could do nothing but agree, for it wasn't possible to have any other opinion.

The final stage of preparation came when Herr Nunnemacher placed a third small platform over Carol's midsection. He located it far enough forward to leave her butt fully in view, and just barely high enough to clear her torso. I had no idea what its purpose was, but was sure everything would be made clear before much longer.

Herr Trotter handed a small bottle to her husband, which I recognized as a duplicate of the one Kathy had used the night before when the breeding attractant was swabbed on my butthole. When the man opened the lid, I saw that was exactly what it was, and watched in fascination as he swabbed the liquid on his wife's pussy, preparing her to be bred by whichever animal was brought from its pen.

The sound of hooves clicking on the concrete floor was the only thing in the entire world that could have made me turn my head from the entrancing display she presented. But turn it did, and what I saw made my heart nearly stop. Walking excitedly toward us, held in check only by Herr Nunnemacher's hand on its leash, was a magnificent ram. His neck was arched stiffly and his nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of the scent that told him Carol was in heat, and needed to be bred.

When his escort at last dropped the leash to the floor, the ram bounded forward, quickly burying his nose in her crotch. He then raised his snout high, curled his upper lip, and inhaled as deeply as possible. That must have told him all he needed to know, for he seemed to be in a frenzy. His front hooves clattered on the lower platform, then were quickly joined by his hind feet. He reared up and placed his front feet on the third platform, and it was then we could see his sharply-pointed penis unsheathing. There was not a single moment's hesitation as he pushed his body forward, and his penis first landed to the side of Carol's vagina, which caused her to cry out in pain. The second stroke, though, was more accurate, and the pointed tip disappeared from sight.

Everything seemed to shift into slow motion for me right then, and I'm sure I never drew a single breath as the ram's penis pounded in and out of that beautiful woman's stretched pussy. Very faintly, I could hear her husband's voice saying over and over, "Fuck the dirty bitch! Breed her stinking cunt! She's just a worthless ewe! Breed her!" I know some of the others were also encouraging the ram, and I certainly would have if my throat had been able. Instead, all I could do was stand there in silence, afraid I would pass out from the overwhelming lust I was feeling, and fearing I would miss even a single moment of the most exciting thing I'd ever seen.

Finally, the ram uttered a deep groan and gave one last mighty thrust forward. I knew he was cumming inside Carol's smooth pussy, filling it with every drop of sperm in his massive balls. He held that position for a few moments, then almost casually withdrew his now-deflating penis, stepped off the platform, and was led away by Herr Nunnemacher.

It was only then that I noticed Carol's husband standing by her head, his crotch tight against her face. When he at last pulled his hips back, his still-erect penis withdrew from her still tightly-pursed lips. From the way the head glistened, I knew that he had reached his own climax at the same time as the ram had. He asked her tenderly, "Was it as good as last time, my love?"

For her part, Carol had to swallow his cum several times before she was able to mumble, "The best ever."

He laughed then, before saying, "But not nearly as good as this afternoon will be, was it?" She agreed by nodding her head slowly, but seemed to be unable to utter any more words.

Herr Trotter had been standing opposite me, on the other side of Carol's imprisoned body. I saw him take two things from his pocket, and when he moved his hand to her exposed crotch, saw that one of them was a cork almost 2" in diameter. Hesitating not in the least, he seated it in her still-gaping pussy, blocking the flow of the ram's semen, which had already begun to seep out. Again, I had no idea why he had done that, but just accepted it as easily as everything else that had happened during the past 12 hours.

The second thing he was holding was a replica of a sheep's tail, its realistic appearance spoiled only by the rubber plug attached to one end. To my utter amazement, he held the plug against her puckered opening, and then pushed it into place, where it firmly held the tail. Somehow that simple act seemed to further emphasize the degradation she'd just been subjected to, and acted as a symbolic notice of her being bred by a barnyard animal.

Carol was then released from her bondage, and after being helped to her feet to the accompaniment of words of praise from everyone but me, stood in her husband's embrace. There was no question they shared a deep love for one another, and I just hoped Kathy would feel the same way about me after I had been similarly bred by whichever animal she had chosen for me.

I was actually disappointed when I saw Helga being led to the mounting table, for I was far past being excited by then. I had such an overwhelming need to feel myself being tied down there, and then experiencing what Carol had so recently, that had I been able, I'd have fallen to my knees and begged to be next. Of course, all I could do was just stand there in dumb silence, awaiting my turn.

Before Helga was placed on the table, her husband stood behind her, and, reaching around to viciously squeeze her massive breasts, said, "My Helga has been here many times, as you well know Herr Trotter." At the other man's nod, he continued, "I have warned her over and over that I can no longer afford to pay for such luxuries if she doesn't make some small contribution. It is surely not asking too much for her to produce a pair of lambs, or maybe a litter of piglets, which we could sell to finance our next visit, is it?" The other guests murmured sounds of agreement, and he continued, "I have therefore warned her that if she does not get pregnant this time, I will punish her severely in the dungeon."

His hands had been gripping her pendulous tits more and more strongly with each word, as close as possible to her body. As he uttered the last word, her oversize melons were already beginning to purple, and I was suddenly overcome with the memory of what I'd overheard her saying the night before. I was sure I now knew what she was begging for when she exclaimed, "Stretch them to the ceiling!" The visions that passed through my mind then were very delicious, but they centered on my own little penis and testicles much more than they did on Helga's breasts. I thought of Herr Nunnemacher's warning that he was subjecting me to a Stage One treatment, and that there were two more stages to go. When I thought of my body hanging far above the table, with my little things stretching to the high ceiling, I felt a temporary moment of blackness when my lust knew no limits.

By the time I had recovered my ability to see, the overweight woman had been placed face down on the table, and her husband was securing her wrists and ankles to the shackles. He seemed to take great delight in pulling her clit chain just as low as possible, and by the time he wrapped it around the peg, her "penis" was almost as long as mine. Given the cries that came from her throat, she must have been feeling much the same type of pain I had when that had been done to me last night.

The top platform was put in place, and then the breeding liquid was swabbed on her gaping pussy. Again, Herr Nunnemacher made his appearance, leading a second ram to the mounting table. Helga twisted her neck as far around as possible, trying to see her "lover," and at the same time, grunting over and over, "Ja! Ja! Ja!"

The ram didn't need her acquiescence, though, and imitating the actions of the first, he snorted and mounted in a matter of seconds. I realized that Helga was no longer making a sound, and tore my eyes away from the sight of her being bred and moved them to her head. As I thought would be the case, her husband was standing there, his cock buried in her mouth. Even that sight wasn't strong enough to draw my attention for long, and soon I was once again watching the ram's penis thrusting in and out of her dripping-wet cunt, until at last it gave a mighty lunge forward, and filled her to the accompaniment of a mighty grunt.

Again Herr Trotter withdrew a cork and tail from his pocket as soon as the ram had dismounted. The second cork, though, was easily twice the diameter of the first, and given how easily it was seated in place, I felt sure an even larger one would have fit. The butt plug also slipped in easily, making me think she wasn't unused to such treatment. Our host then said pensively, "Herr Schmitt, it seems that your wife has been stretched much more since your last visit with us."

Helga's husband just smiled, then said, "Yes, very true, very true. I've been using the 12" dildo on her for about a month now, and I was able to get it completely inside her and pin her cunt lips together several days ago."

Our host then said quietly, "Maybe it's time for her to visit the stallion, then. What do you think?"

Herr Schmitt answered with excitement in his voice, "It's what we hoped for, Mein Herr. His cock is only six inches longer than the dildo, so she should be able to handle it, I think. Maybe it'll even get far enough inside her to get her pregnant. I'd love to have a fine colt as a memory of this splendid visit." That produced laughter from everyone except Helga and me, and I knew that I longed to see her being tied to the mounting table, with a stallion covering her, his 18" penis buried to the hilt in her cunt. Almost before I could savor that fantasy, though, another even more fascinating one blossomed in my brain, and in an instant, it was me being tied to the platform by Kathy, and the rampant horse being led toward me.

Even that fantasy wasn't enough to keep me from noticing when my wife jerked the chain, and the stab of pain brought me back to reality. I knew it was my turn on the mounting table, and she confirmed that by leading me there with sharp pulls. When I was standing on the small platform at the rear of the table, she dropped the chain and pushed me angrily forward, until I was lying on the tabletop, with my butt protruding over the end in clear invitation. In total silence, she shackled my arms and legs, and then knelt behind me to further secure me with the glans chain. When that had been done, and my little dick was painfully stretched, she said, almost as if to herself, "That's not good enough. He can still move a little bit."

In truth, any movement I could still make was confined to my neck and head, for every other part of my body was stretched and tied securely. Still, she wasn't satisfied, and held her hand out to Herr Nunnemacher, saying, "Wolfie, do you have something I can use to hold his balls?" The man laughed, then pulled two cords from his pocket and handed them to her. As I was sure she would do, she tied them to the rings in my testicles, then with all her strength, pulled the left one down as far as possible and wrapped the cord around the peg. I felt her pulling on the other ring then, and the backward-pointing barbs dug into my right nut, making me scream again and again with agony.

Everyone there laughed and ridiculed me for being such a wimp, but try as I might, I could not stifle the groans and cries that kept escaping my lips. At last she was satisfied with her efforts, and walked around to my head and knelt there. She lifted my drooping head tenderly, then said in her husky, throaty whisper that I love so well, "Honey, I know this is what you'd planned for me, but I thought it'd be better for you to be on the table, instead. But, if you don't want it, I'll untie you and we can go home. I hope you'll be brave enough to let us watch you being bred, but it's up to you. Do you want us to let a ram fuck you in the ass now?"

I truly do not know what my answer would have been had the drug not been present in my system right then. What I do know is that I wanted both to happen. However, the only thing I could gasp was, "Yes, Mistress."

She said merely, "So be it. Everything we do to you from now on, no matter what it is, will be on your own head. Is that the way you want it?"

The only brain I had at that time was in my crotch, and it forced the two words from my mouth, "Yes, Mistress."

She then took the small bottle from Herr Schmitt and quickly swabbed my asshole with some of its contents. The liquid felt ice cold on my overheated little opening, and caused me to gasp with the shock. That evoked another round of laughter from everyone who was watching, but they fell silent as Carol's husband led her to stand in front of me, and then used his hands to turn her back to me. Again I saw the sheep's tail that had been inserted in her beautiful heinie, but my brain was too befogged to wonder why she had been led there.

That was explained to me by actions more than words, when her husband placed his hand in the middle of her back and told her to bend over and place her hands on the floor. If I had thought I was at the peak of arousal by then, I was soon proved wrong. Not only was I now looking at her perfect little butt, which had a sheep's tail sticking out of it to tell everyone she'd just been bred by an animal, but I also had a clear view of her ravaged vagina, which would have been gaping open and dripping if not for the plug.

That device, though, was not long in being in its snug home, because Kathy's hand grasped it, then twisted it savagely out. With her other hand she did the same thing to the butt plug that held the tail in place. A split second later, she asked in her softest voice, "Do you want your dessert now, honey?"

As before, all I could say was, "Yes, Mistress," but I'm sure everyone could hear the extra excitement in my voice that time.

The man then pushed his wife's crotch against my face at the same time as Kathy was spreading the cheeks of that perfectly-shaped rear end. She hissed, "Now eat that sheep cum, you worthless, useless, pencil prick! And get your nose up there right now!" Of course, that's exactly what I did, and not because I was given no choice. I wanted more than anything to completely disappear into her body, to taste everything in her dripping pussy, to breathe everything in her lovely puckered opening.

There was a moment's distraction then, as I heard the clattering of hooves on the lower platform. I heard the catcalls from the watchers at the same moment as I felt the ram's penis enter my asshole. Had I been able to move, I have no idea which way I would have gone. I wanted with all my heart to force my tongue and nose deeper into Carol's openings, and equally as much to thrust back against the ram, forcing him as deeply as possible inside my own body. Of course, I could do neither, so just gave myself over to reveling in the sensations in my mouth, my nose, and my butt. Another sensation, even more powerful that those, though, came when I found I could raise my ass the tiny amount that was still possible. That caused the barbed tube to dig even deeper within my right testicle, creating waves of agonizing pain that threatened to overwhelm me. I didn't care in the least right then. All I wanted to do was make every sensation as strong as possible, and as long-lasting as possible.

At last it did come to an end, although I had no idea how, when, or why. I didn't know if the ram had climaxed inside me, if Carol had climaxed on my tongue, or even if I had climaxed. Kathy told me later that would have been impossible, since the small needle Herr Nunnemacher had inserted in the base of my penis the night before, and that had been there ever since, was a form of acupuncture. Its purpose was to interrupt the nerve impulses that would cause me to orgasm, while doing nothing to keep my little dick from becoming or staying hard. She said it didn't matter how much I was stimulated, I would never be able to cum with the needle there, and that's exactly the way she wanted it.

When the lovely body was pulled away from my tongue and nose, I came back to reality enough to realize that the ram was no longer breeding me. Through my haze of lust, I heard Kathy say, "He needs another one." I had no idea what that meant right then, but when I again heard hoofbeats coming closer to me, realization dawned that she wanted me to experience being bred by two rams in succession. Before I even had time to understand that, I saw Helga's massive butt standing before me, and then saw her leaning forward and placing her hands on the floor, in imitation of what Carol had done just minutes before.

Kathy again twisted the plug from the vagina that was only inches from my mouth. I saw her hands spreading Helga's cheeks as widely as possible, and thought the short tail protruding there looked very natural. As before, my wife also removed the butt plug, giving me unrestricted access to the large woman's charms. My sight was obscured as the ample flesh forced herself against my face, and I was lost in a world of my own as I serviced a woman's vagina at the same time as my own anus was being serviced. Again I felt the sensations of being mounted by an animal, and again tried to force myself against both at once. As before, the only movement I could make was to strain upward, causing the agonizing bolts of pain to shoot from my right ball and throughout my entire body. I loved it more than I can say, and wish it had never come to an end.

It must have ended at some point, though, for my mind cleared just barely enough for me to realize that my tongue was still eagerly licking Helga's pussy, while my lips were trying to suck every bit of the ram's cum from it. The only thing that intruded on my intense concentration were the excited squeals Helga was making as she bucked against my tongue. Her own lust must have been almost the equal of mine, for she soon exploded in the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced in a woman. Of course, that sort of experience was quite limited, given my inadequacy in arousing a woman, but still . . . .

The poor woman literally fell to her knees when her orgasm ceased. She crouched there panting, saying over and over, "Mein Gott! Mein Gott!" At last her husband helped her to her feet, and I looked up just in time to see Kathy whispering quietly with Herr Trotter and Herr Nunnemacher. Every once in awhile, she would glance my way, nodding her head as if in agreement with what they were saying. Since I had no way of knowing what they were planning, or even whether or not it involved me, I simply lay there in exhaustion, not even knowing if the ram had finished breeding my butt or not.

I was almost completely out of touch with reality when I was at last released from the mounting table, and had to be helped to stand by Herr Schmitt and Carol's husband. The former, as he lifted me upright, said softly in my ear, "She tastes very good, no? Did you like doing that? Eh?"

Of course, I was unable to give him any sort of answer, but when Kathy overheard his questions, she asked one of her own, which was, "You liked very much eating animal cum out of Helga's cunt, didn't you, honey?" I then gave the expected answer, and Herr Schmitt beamed broadly before adding, "Very good. Maybe later on we can arrange for a longer session for you. I know Helga would like that very much, and of course I very much love to see her queening a little wimp like you." He had said those last sentences out loud, producing long laughter from the others.

He then said one thing more that struck momentary fear in me, but that passed quickly as I thought of the hidden meanings in his words. To the accompaniment of even more laughter, he said, "We watched the film of Herr Nunnemacher fucking your ass last night, and how much you loved sucking him off after he'd done that. Maybe my sweet frau can do something like that to excite you even more. All of us think you may provide the kind of entertainment we haven't seen for a long time."

Herr Trotter then announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's now brunch time, and I suggest we clean up our three guests and meet again in the dining room. I can tell you that, even as exciting as this morning has been, the afternoon promises to be even better." Again, I saw surreptitious glances passing between my wife and our host, but was too exhausted to take any further note.