Unknown - Pony girl

Brad refused to say much, except that he had been there and had driven home with Roland.

"Well I reckon you'd better get that bull over to him today anyway. Whether he's fighting with his son or not, I reckon business will still go on."

"Yessir," said Brad and he went out to load the bull into the van.

Brad King was not the first visitor to the Hanson residence that Sunday morning however. Earlier that morning, much earlier, at dawn, a car had pulled into the driveway and Ret Hanson, stepping out, saw the figure of his father sitting hunched up at the kitchen table with all the kitchen lights on.

Ret Hanson was humming as he knocked on the door and then stepped in, waking his father up.

"I got her," was all he said.

"Huh?" said Roland blinking.

"She was gone when you got back here. Right?" He licked his dry lips, just like his father.

Roland said nothing.

"I know where she is and I can get her right to you. For $2000."

Roland said, "I don't believe you."

"Here, recognize these?" and Ret pulled from his back pocket a pair of crumpled up black panties.

Roland put them to his face and smelled them deeply. He took the panties away from his face and his eyes had a clearer look. "Where is she?" he said.

"Ah, not until you hand the money over," Ret wagged a finger at him.

Roland got up and went into the back bedroom. He lifted the mattress his wife lay on and pulled at a wad of bills stuffed into the springs. He sat down and counted out a thousand dollars. He let the mattress spring back. He went back into the kitchen. He had never noticed that his wife had ceased to breathe.

"There, a thousand. That's all I got. Take it or leave it," said Roland slapping the money on the table.

"I know you got more, old man, but I'll take this," said Ret after a moment's hesitation. Then he said: "She's in the car. In the trunk."

In the dawn's first light, two men lifted a bound figure of a girl from the trunk of a car and carried her into the barn.

The younger man drove off in the car and the older man, after checking that the girl's bonds were secure, and that she was firmly gagged, left her tightly tied up in the upper loft. He went in and fell asleep on the couch where he was awakened later that morning by Brad King who arrived with the bull.

Roland looked at him suspiciously. Ret had told him how he'd gone, drunk and with a woman he'd picked up, to the carnival at the edge of town, after being thrown out of the Rooster. They walked around spending what little money he'd had left, and then suddenly, behind a tent, he saw Lena. She had slipped out of the tent to pee. He'd come up behind her and hauled her away. Roland wondered how she had gotten there. He wondered if she'd had any help this time.

But he said nothing. He wanted to get rid of this boy. He'd have to get some other man to help him out on the farm when he needed help from now on.

He began to bring the bull out. It was snorting and kicking like crazy. It obviously didn't like travelling in this fashion.

Brad got the bull into the pen where the cows would be brought to him. He asked Roland if he wanted him to stick around and help with the mating, but Roland said no. Brad looked over at the barn once or twice, and Roland saw this and watched him.

"This kind of job really requires more than one man around. These bulls can be mean, as you know," said Brad.

"Thanks, I'll be just fine. You can come by and pick him up about five today. My brother-in-law lives down the road and he's going to come by and help me out. Thanks."

There was nothing Brad could do but get back in his car and leave.

Roland Hanson made his preparations carefully. First he fed the bull, a piece of raw meat he'd kept for it in the refrigerator.

The bull was a big mean-looking bastard, with a coarse spotted hide and horns that were black and twisted and nine inches long apiece. He had an iron ring through his nose that was threaded a thick rope, and from a great distance, Hanson led the bull to the locks in the fence of the corral. He managed to maneuver the bull's head into the harness where the bull remained, trapped. Then he went into the barn for his daughter.

The two cows, Millie and Bess, were going crazy. They could smell the bull outside for they were rolling their eyes and mooing. The horses too could sense the bull's strange presence. The horses were acting skittish and whinnying, the white of their eyes bulging in their heads.

He went up into the loft and brought his daughter down. He ripped her clothes off of her around the bonds of her ropes. Then he retied her, trussing her up as if she were a heifer, binding her hands and ankles together in one bunch. He lifted this load over his shoulder and paraded her past the horses. He stopped at the first one, Black Pride, and held his daughter, cunt up, to the horse's nose. The horse sniffed at the bouquet offered to it, and whinnied and bucked.

The second horse, Red Beauty began bucking too, even before he raised his odorous prize to the stallion's nose. He took her out into the daylight and tied her so that she hung from a bar in the fence, on the other side of the pen from where the bull was tied up.

Then he went back to the barn and led the two cows out. They were fluttering and mooing like two cats in heat. He let them loose in the pen and went back for the horses. These too he tied up so they could watch from nearby.

He had his whole family with him now, except for the woman who lay dead inside his house.

He didn't know if Lena could see or was watching but he was sure she could sense what was going to happen.

He put one cow in with the bull and let the bull loose. He sat back on the fence to watch.

The cow was acting queerly, sashaying back and forth in front of the bull, but then retreating to the far corner of the pen and mooing wildly at the slightest approach of the bull.

The huge creature was on his guard at first. He sensed the cow waiting for him at the far end of the pen, but he also was aware of many other presences he distrusted all around the pen. He could smell horses, and another cow, and another smell he couldn't identify.

He saw the red flaming meat of the cow's cunt pass in front of his eyes again, and, as if a red flag had been waved in front of his nose, he forgot about the possible presence of danger and followed after his nose.

The smell of cow cunt was strong to him, and he sucked it in through his powerful nostrils. Like the earth shifting below a volcano, before the volcano erupts, the bull's genitals moved, and his great cock rose slowly out of its furry sheath. His balls stood up and became hard, as he pursued the cow into the corner of the pen where she managed to slip away from him again.

Roland felt his own cockles rise as he watched the bull circle with the cow, on the hunt for cuntmeat. He shifted on the fence so that his balls felt some ease from the pressure of the fence, and he looked down at the cunt of his daughter, as she hung from the fence beside him. He could look down through her tied hands and feet straight into her pink meat.

The cow shifted away again, mooing, but obviously wanting it, and as she turned, the bull turned too and caught her before she expected it, sinking his cock in right to the hilt as he dug into her hide with his hoofs. His hoofs were rimmed with steel.

Cow cunt, Roland thought as he watched. The bull was riding high into the cow's ass and the cow was making a noise quite different from the one it made when being milked. The bull pulled in and out of the pink cowmeat, sinking his enormous cock, which was brown and about seventeen inches long. It looked like a big sausage, or a gun, whenever Roland glimpsed it as it was stuck and sunk again and again in the cow. The cow shivered and shook and quaked and the bull pulled his cock out and dropped his hoofs and the cow trotted away. Roland let her out of the pen.