My first torture meeting at the farm #1

  Story of the first meeting with the sadistic farmer  # 1

This middle 60s widowed farmer contacted me about my ant self torture story. In our correspondence back and forth he had told me about his late wife and how she was also a pain slut like me. They had no children but had they fantastic highly sexual marriage. She was very submissive and always pushed him farther and farther into her S&M fantasies. The more sexual pain he gave her the more she wanted in order to have her pain induced orgasms. He had a barn that he had made all kinds of apparatus to secure her on so he could whip, cane and impale her with all sorts of objects. He told me the more brutal the better she came. Through the years he introduced all kinds of animals for her to make with. So when he found me through one of my stories he found a possible replacement for his late wife. And I have played out a lot of my sick fantasies spending weekends at his farm being his new pain slut whore

Master Dan,

 I finally did it. I had my sentence of torture by horse cock on Saturday the fifth. At 9

AM Saturday morning I pulled in front of the farmer’s ranch house. I had my longest dildo buried very deep, it passed through my cervix to keep it stretched for what was to come. My self-made dildo harness kept it in place while I dressed and drove across town.

I had a sweater and a short black wool skirt that came to my knees and nothing else besides a heavy coat. Even with the coat and the heat on, I kept shivering due to my excitement for what was going to happen.

I turned the key off and sat for the moment. Thinking this may be my final chance to back out. With both fear and excitement pulsing though my body, I took a deep breath and levered the car door open. I walked from the drive way up the sidewalk to the front door. I was shaking with excitement. I pulled myself together standing in front of the door. I steeled my courage; we had met at a coffeehouse between both our locations and had a friendly and informative conversation. I felt comfortable with the farmer as he did with me. But still the day is finally here and all we have discussed will soon happen.

Willed by shaking hand to steady, and gave a firm knock on the door.

He must have been watching because he answered the door fairly quickly and let me in. I

suspect he was just on the other side of the door the whole time and forced himself to wait abit before responding to my knock. If he was half as excited as I was, he didn’t show it. We went into the kitchen and he asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. I said “Yes”. He poured a cup and set it in front of me as I sat at the kitchen table. He sat down and asked if I was nervous? I told him “To be truthful, yes I am”. He then reiterated that he would not let anything harmful happen to me.

We had met one time before. My first contact with him was by Email. I put my Email address at the end of the self-torture stories that I post on various adult websites. I wanted correspond or meet someone, a Master or another pain whore like myself. As if someone else like me exists. As we talked, I became more comfortable with him and determined that he probably wasn’t some psycho killer. Eventually, we both opened up about our past experiences, and I shared my inner most desires. Actually, they weren’t desires they were needs. Unrelenting thoughts that I’ve had since I first realized as a young teen that I

got off on pain. All these thoughts and the urgent need for more, brought this middle aged

pain slut to this kitchen table.

He said “I know your masochistic tendencies and you also told me how you wanted to know what it feels like to be raped by a horse. You said you wanted it to be painful as it can be without damaging you.” He was looking at me. I broke his gaze and looked down at the table. Not being able to meet his eyes, I simply said “Yes”. We talked some more and as we did I got more relaxed. He asked if I wanted any liquor to help my nerves. “No, I‘m fine” I said. Then he asked if I was ready to go to his torture barn , where he would get me ready to be raped by his horse ? I said “Let’s go”. We walked from the house to the barn in silence. A million thoughts were flooding through my mind as he opened the large barn door. I walked in and he closed the door behind me.

There were six stalls on each side of the barn. There were only 4 animals in the stalls. From what I could see there was what they call a chestnut colored stallion, larger black stallion, a smaller mare and finally a donkey.

In the center of the barn was and apparatus that he had made for his wife to use for her mating and now it was for me. It looked like it was built with 2” x 4” wood studs and three-quarter plywood. It had four adjustable legs that could be raised and lowered to suit the height of the stud horse. Between the two rear legs was a cross

member with heavy iron rings. A steel stake passed through each ring and was driven into the dirt of the barn floor to keep the apparatus from moving.

The deck where I was to lay was made of plywood. It was coated with a vinyl fabric

surface, for my comfort and cleaning. Coming off the front were two  2” x 6”’s laid flat. They were long enough for my legs to be secured to them, spread eagle and level with my body. On the platform was a strap of Velcro about 4-inches wide that would go around my waist below my belly button and pulled tight.

There was another strap just above where my breasts would be and was also pulled tight keeping from moving. Behind each shoulder was a

short 2” x 4” that was padded. It was adjustable. Their purpose was obvious, they could be raised behind my shoulders so I wouldn’t be pushed back and away from the horse cock that was about to drive into me. I’m sure it took him a good amount of time to build this apparatus. He told me his late wife love to be secured on this apparatus.

He then turned to me and asked how he should proceed?. How should he treat me? Do you want to be treated as his whore and pain slave? Like his Late wife was? He was asking me to announce my expectations and set the pace. I turned to him to look him in the eye “I am your worthless slut whore slave and you can use me anyway you want. I want it to be as humiliating and degrading as possible. I am here to carry out this new form of sexual torture of my worthless useless cunt and womb.”

He said “OK, get undressed slut”. I commenced taking my coat, sweater, and skirt off. I was standing nude. For a fleeting moment I wanted to cover myself with my hands.But I didn’t. After all the perverted needs I had shared with him at the coffee shop and the fact I was naked in a barn about to be used by a horse, I thought it was far too late to be modest now.

He said “What’s that” pointing to the object held by my cunt harness. I told him “It’s a large dildo that is embedded through my cervix, stretching it to get me ready for my horse torture.” I wanted to be at my best when I received that huge horse cock. He told me to take the harness off and pull the cock out. I did, and he said “Get on your knees slut.”

He walked away, grabbed a pale, and brought it to me. He took a sponge and dipped it into a liquid solution. “Spread your legs”, which I did and he wiped the outside of my worthless cunt. Then he put some on my lower back and ass. I found out later it was the smell of a mare and heat.

 Then I was told to I kneel. He brought the chestnut stallion out of the stall and brought

him over to me. I was kneeling to its side and the farmer commanded me to reach for his balls and get him hard. Meanwhile the horse was sniffing me and his cock was already coming out of its sheath. The farmer stated not to get him too excited or his cock will swell and flare, and I won’t get it past my cervix. When it was hanging almost 18-inchs he told me to go lay on the apparatus. He tied the reins of the horse to a barn ring and came over to me. I was lying face up on the bench. He grabbed by hips and slid my body down so my ass was hanging halfway off the edge. He lifted my legs, opened them spread eagle, and laid them on the two leg supports. He used two heavy straps to bind each leg at the thigh and ankle. He put the two body straps on. One at my waist and the other above my tits and under my armpits.

He was kind enough to ask me if I wanted the shoulder blocks that would keep me from being pushed away from the cock. I said “Yes, put them on.” So he did.

I was secure and ready for the sentence of my torture to be carried out by this huge beast .But it wasn’t quite time just yet. The farmer kneeled in front of me started to eat my worthless wet cunt. Making me wetter than it already was. Then he stood up and dropped his pants. He stepped up and showed me his sizable cock, around 8 inches in length. Then ran it into my worthless useless whore hole. He commenced to fuck me until he blew of large-size load of his sperm in to me. He milked the last of his sperm out and then wiped his cock clean on my inner thighs. Pulling his pants up, he said “Ready my slut?” I said “YES!” My heart pounding in my chest.

 He brought the horse over and let him sniff my cunt. As the horse was doing this, the farmer brought over another piece of the apparatus and fastened it to bench I was lying on. It was a safety cage of sorts and covered my body from my neck to my belly button. The horse would lean on it when he reared up to mount me. It prevented me from being crushed by the weight of a huge horse.

By the time he got back to the rear of the horse, the horse was ready to mount me. He reached down and rubbed some lubricant on the horse’s cock and then gave a command. “Up, Up” he said and horse reared up. As he did the farmer reached between my legs and directed the horse cock into my worthless spread cunt. As soon as the horse felt my moist whore hole he lunged. The farmer told me to try to move my pelvis around so the horse would find my cervical hole. It pulled back and lunged again. I was in the perfect position and most of the horse cock was buried deep in my belly. God, did it hurt but it felt good at the same time and it made me orgasm like crazy.

The farmer tied the horse reigns above me and secured a strap behind the rear of the horse to prevent him from pulling out completely. Meanwhile, the horse continued to lunge, driving his cock into me. I looked down and I could see the horse cock stretching my belly.

 After about four minutes of lunging, I started to feel a swelling sensation above my belly button. It was the horse cock head flaring. Swelling to twice the size of his shaft. The steady ramming of his cock into me brought tears to my eyes from the pain and pleasure. After a couple more minutes, I felt the horse injecting his blazing hot sperm into my womb. I could feel it because animal sperm is a lot warmer than a human sperm. I could actually feel my belly swelling from the volume of sperm being injected into me. The farmer came over, put his hand on my belly, and stated the horse was really in me deep and filling me up with his sperm. He then told me this was his late wife’s favorite part the  mating.

After about 10 minutes, which is long for a horse to breed, he was getting tired from his stance and the farmer said he would have to release him soon. The farmer ran over and got a metal pail and put it under my ass that was hanging over the platform. I asked what that was for. He said to collect the sperm that will be gushing out of your worthless worn and stretched out womb. The farmer asked me to get ready for the dismount. He said it will be painful because the horse head is still flared inside your womb and it will hurt coming through your cervix. I told him I’m ready and go for it! He undid the strap behind the rear of the horse. Untied the reins that were

keeping him hovering over me, and then said “Down boy, down boy.” The horse slid backwards and I could feel that long hard horse cock being pulled from me. It really hurt when it passed through my cervix. When it did pop out of my worthless useless whore hole a huge gush of sperm followed and was captured in the bucket. When the horse was down, its satisfied cock was still somewhat hard and hanging at length, dripping.

I rested there, re-living what just happened to my worthless body. I was just taken by a well hung stallion and I lived to tell about it. I couldn’t help but think there will be more horse cock in my future.

The farmer put the horse back in a stall and came back to me. By that time I was freezing. I guess with the excitement of having horse cock buried in me and the excitement of performing this torture, I had no time to think about the cold. Or was it the residual warm  horse sperm still in my body that was making me feel so cold ?. Nonetheless, the farmer unstrapped me, then allowed me to sit up after taking my legs off the supports. He said “Whore Debbie you have one more job to do. You never let good stallion sperm go to waste.”

He handed me the bucket and said, now Slave, I want you to drink all of your new Masters sperm.” I looked in and there had to be at least 4 cups of sperm at the bottom of the pail. I didn’t hesitate. I brought it to my mouth, tipped my head back, and drank all the horse sperm. Like a worthless, no good, whore of the horse fucker I had become. I could feel my stomach getting that full satisfied feeling you get when you eat too much. I finished and looked down, my belly was protruding.

He got me off the apparatus and helped me walk back to my cloths. I reached for a sanitary pad and panties that I had in my coat. I put the pad over my leaking cunt and then on with the panties.

I got dressed; we said our goodbyes and agreed that we will have to do this again. He opened the door to the barn. I stepped through, walked to my car and left.

I hope you liked the first of my many real life stories about my farm experiences?

I would love to hear from fellow pain slut slaves’ or sadistic  pain masters out there that want to correspond with me.

You can contact me at  (debdunbar16@gmail.com )