Unknown: Pony girl

He put the other cow in there now and sat back to smoke a cigarette.

The bull went straight for this second piece of meat. The cow acted terrified. She ran from one end of the pen to the other. Roland had never seen her move that fast.

The bull chased after her, goring her once or twice with his horns as she passed. Blood spurted out of his cow's side, as Roland watched. The horses started to go crazy at the first smell of blood. They were rearing up on their hind legs and straining and stretching their ropes. They didn't like the near presence of the bull one little bit.

The bull caught the cow in mid-pen as she changed direction in her running. Before she could turn completely he had sunk his cock deep into her cunt. She squealed and screeched and went down on her front legs while her ass reared way up.

The bull was growling and roaring now as he socked it to her at the speed of lightning. Just as quickly it was over and the cow was trotting away with come dripping out of her cunt under her tail, which she kept flapping.

Now it was Lena's turn.

Roland explained to Lena what he was doing to her and why she deserved it, as he led the cow out of the pen and threw the bull another piece of meat. He squatted by Lena, tapping one thigh with his finger as he spoke.

"Your brother Ret told me about how you, you, my own daughter, flesh and blood, took a donkey's dick, a donkey, into your mouth, where I put my cock, and how you put a donkey dick into your cunt, where I put my cock. And somebody else, that friend of yours, Brad King, told me as how you been doing it with my horses, Red Beauty and Black Pride, for months now. How you go down on my horses, ruining their dispositions, and sullying your mouth and your cunt, how you go down on them every night after I have taken you myself."

"Now," her father continued, "I don't believe them!" The insane rage he was filled with was apparent in the grotesque contortions his face made as he tried to continue speaking.

Lena starred at this terrible figure of a man.

"But they both tell me it's true! Your cunt and your mouth, and all the rest of your filthy body belong to me!"

With great effort he pulled and steered the bull into the collar-like locks in the fence and secured it there again. He brought the package of his daughter around to the bull's face and held her cunt up to his nose, only inches away.

The bull reared, powerfully pulling at the locks in the fence so that Roland feared they would yield, but they held, and he continued to hold his daughter, cunt up, only inches away from the bull's face.

The bull tried to gore her with his horns and Roland laughed to hear her terrified breathing as the bull's horns came close to her ass. He wanted to spear her by the cunt on one of the bull's horns, he wanted to watch her get fucked like a cow. He wanted to get the living daylights fucked out of her so he wouldn't have any more trouble with her.

"Father! Please! Please! Please!"

He heard her begging him and he felt good. That was more like it. He liked to hear her beg and he dangled her again in front of the bull's face. He wondered if the bull had ever smelled woman-pussy before, and if it smelled very different to the bull than his own kind of pussy.

The bull was kicking and rearing now and Roland realized he wouldn't be able to get her under the bull as he had dreamed without running the risk of getting killed himself, but his own cock was hard and erect beneath his pants and he unzipped his pants.

Not four feet from the bull, and under the wild eyes of his stallions who bucked and screamed, he took out his big hard cock and looked down at his daughter who lay beneath him, trussed up like a heifer. Her back was on the ground and her arms and legs tied together in the air, leaving her cunt sticking out of her ass like a cow's.

He stopped and listened another moment to her screaming and begging.

"Please! Please! Please!"

He looked like a man stopping to hear a tune he loves being faintly whistled by someone somewhere, unseen. Then he sank his big dick into her beaver, holding her ass down with one powerful hand.

He was sinking his shaft into her again and again while she continued to scream when the five cars pulled into his driveway and a dozen men piled out. One of the cars was a police car.

Brad King was the first to reach the girl and the man and he gave Roland Hanson a sock on his jaw that sent him flying through the air, his cock with him. The police raced up behind him and told him to stay out of this, they would handle it.

Brad wasn't listening to them. He was untying Lena's bonds as fast as he could and taking off his shirt to cover her with. She was screaming and crying hysterically and he held her tight in his big strong arms, cursing himself for ever leaving her, kissing her wrists and ankles where the ropes had cut into her flesh.

He pulled her away from the presence of the bull. The whole barnyard was going crazy, the horses wild with fear, the chickens scurrying underfoot, the place swarming with people.

"Mr. Hanson, Mr. Hanson, roll over slowly, but fast! Mr. Hanson, you are in danger, roll away!" the police commanded Roland Hanson through a megaphone. Brad's fist had knocked him right under the bull's head and the bull was glaring down at him with its bloodshot eyes.

Lena, in Brad's arms, heard the police's commands through the megaphone and she opened her eyes now and looked at her father, sprawled beneath the bull's hooves his dick in his hand.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him, that disgusting bastard!!" she began screaming hysterically and it was as if her screaming pulled a trigger.

Suddenly as if the bull saw red he raised one hoof and stamped on the squirming thing beneath him. Everyone pulled their breath in, and then looked away, except for Lena. She alone looked straight at the smashed head of the man who had tormented her to the very edge of insanity.

She threw her face into Brad's shoulder and sobbed and sobbed for a long time, as if finally she had found release.