Horse Roulette- Teresa

Horse Roulette: Teresa

Introduction

This is set in the same world as the first Horse Roulette story. As such, I won’t be explaining the place in great detail again, or the way that the Horse Roulette activities work. It’s assumed that you’ve read that story and want to see more, so you will read this one...or you hated it and will avoid this one.

Approximately 20 miles north of Stapleton, Nebraska USA 1934

Teresa can see the dust raised by Bridget’s pickup truck coming up the long gravel drive long before she actually makes out the Ford Model A itself. She hasn’t seen her best friend, probably only true friend, in quite some time- since Bridget and her husband went on a South American holiday earlier in the year.

It’s been lonely here on her little horse farm on the plains of Nebraska. Teresa calls out to her friend as she gets out of her truck. Damn...that fucking truck of hers...she’s surprised every time it makes it here from Stapleton, where Bridget lives. Teresa goes back inside to bring out the coffee and cakes that she prepared earlier. Glancing at herself in the hall mirror as she heads to the kitchen, Teresa can see that she is still in pretty good shape for a 35 year old woman. The farm is only a small horse property, but the work still keeps her in good shape and she isn’t old enough yet for any grey hairs to streak her short black curls. She’s a taller than average woman at 5’10.

Bridget rushes to hug her friend as soon as she puts the tray down on the porch table. They talk about simple catch up things as they share their coffee. There will be plenty of time this evening for them to catch up with everything else, like Bridget’s big holiday for example. Half an hour later, both women fall silent and share a long and meaningful look between each other. Both women know what it means and they get up and head towards the barn, out behind the house.

Once inside the barn they naturally decide that Bridget should go first today, as she has been gone for so long and has been missing out. They drag a hay bale out into the middle of the straw covered floor and throw a blanket over it. Bridget lays over the hay bale and makes herself comfortable as Teresa walks off to lead one of her Quarter Horses back inside. What happens next, is the great shared secret between these two long time friends, a secret that only they know of each other. They’ve been fucking the horses on Teresa’s farm since they were school friends in their late teens. You would think that Bridget’s husband would notice that his wife has had some extra action down below...some very big action. But they never have sex anymore and haven’t for a long time. And why would a woman want man cock after she’s had horse cock?

Teresa leads the Quarter Horse over her best friend and notices that her pussy is shiny wet in anticipation. Not surprising, she hasn’t had a horse for several months now. The horse, one of Teresa’s favourites is eager and only needs a little guidance from Teresa to get started. Bridget screams as her pussy opens up wide and then still wider. This particular horse is actually one of her biggest boys, as Teresa had already decided not to take it easy on her friend for her welcome back fuck. Teresa is soon in her own world as she takes a pounding.

“Owww….owww….fuck that hurts! Oh god I’ve missed these cocks! Owww too deep!”

Teresa loves the sound that the horse cocks make as they pound into her friend. Bridget is quite a bit smaller than Teresa, but she is always amazed by how much the small woman can take and how hard. Soon enough, her friend squeals in pleasure and any observer would be able to see the stallions shaft throbbing as it pumps her womb full of cum until it squirts out around the cock and onto the ground. The stream of semen turns to a flood as the huge head pops back out.

Bridget crawls away from under the horse and looks to Teresa “Oh god...I don’t know how I’ve survived all this time without that…especially after what I saw in Brazil constantly reminding me of here!”

Teresa doesn’t know what her friend means by that, but there will be time for the travel stories later. Right now it’s Teresa’s turn to bend over the hay bale.

As the taller and stronger woman, it is no surprise that Teresa immediately swallows a lot more of the huge cock compared to the smaller Bridget- who has always jokingly referred to Teresa’s sexual apparatus as a huge bucket pussy just made for horses. Though Bridget always means her jibes in a friendly way, there is some truth to them as well! Teresa has a much larger than normal vagina for a woman of her size, so much so that she was always conscious of it back in her teen days where she still was trying out with boys. The wash up is that Teresa can take a very large horse cock, very deep. Also Teresa has always been something of a sexual masochist and loves the horses to really drive deep and hard so it hurts somewhat. “It’s not big enough until hurts enough” is her motto. Shit, maybe she should get that as a tattoo on her ass cheek?

Soon enough, it’s all over for now, and both women retire to the house to catch up further. After a light evening meal, Teresa breaks open a bottle of wine and they settle in for the evening. Teresa wants the full details of her friends holiday...but starting with Brazil and what she meant about it reminding her of being here.

Over the course of half an hour Bridget recounts the sordid details of the lawless den of vice and debauchery that exists westwards of Manaus on the Amazon river. A place where wealthy tourists with low morals can go and gamble upon all sorts of things that are illegal in western countries. Unlicensed fighting...even Russian Roulette it is said. Then there is the brothel that can cater to almost anything. But, most of all, and the part that got Bridget horny to return back here, were the sex stage shows. The highlights being the Donkey shows that feature several times per week. The women get paid and tipped quite handsomely it appeared.

At the mention of money Teresa suddenly stiffens and pays more attention. Her farm is in trouble. To tell the truth it is more the banks farm now. After a string of bad luck, including damage from two tornado’s in 5 years, a legacy of living in Tornado Alley, Teresa is really on the ropes financially. In fact she will lose the farm entirely in a year if something doesn’t happen for her. She desperately needs a financial break. The thought of losing the property that was left to her by her late father is almost enough to kill her in shame.

“Bridget...how much money are we talking about here exactly?”

Bridget isn’t totally sure...but the little town makes money from rich tourists hand over fist...and just the tips that flowed during the stage shows with the donkeys looked to be substantial. Bridget also casts some doubt upon the reliability of the people that run the town. Oh yeah, apparently western women get much higher money due to their rarity and popularity with the spectators, Bridget knows this because she was approached by someone that tried to recruit her!

Then Bridget stops as she remembers something else.

“I never saw one of these events, since they occur only on the last day of the month...but apparently this is where the really big money happens on stage”

Bridget pulls out a flyer for something called Horse Roulette. The artwork on the poster shows a prancing black horse and a woman standing nearby with some buildings in the background. Bridget goes on to describe what some locals told her about how it works. Picture Russian Roulette, but the bullet is replaced by a really mean stallion that the locals call “Monstro Negro”...which doesn’t sound good.

Teresa doesn’t understand Portuguese, and her Spanish is only marginally better than none at all. But she understands what Monstro Negro means well enough.

Bridget explains further that a woman that draws Monstro Negro is fucked by him on stage. A regular draw means being fucked by a Donkey. Apparently most women cannot handle Monstro Negro and it ends badly...VERY badly. Bridget emphasises that point. The money however...is reportedly quite high.

Bridget looks at the expression on Teresa’s face and stops.

“Teresa...no! I hope you’re not seriously thinking what I think you’re thinking!”

But that’s exactly what Teresa was thinking. She desperately needs the money. And she has been fucking horses since she was 19, she can handle Donkeys and surely this “Monstro Negro” as well...how much harder could he be than her own Quarter Horses?

“No Teresa! There has to be another way! You know what they say about get rich quick schemes…”

“What? That you can make lots of money fast?’

50 Miles West of Manaus, Brazil 1934

Teresa had to spend quite a lot of her remaining savings to get here, but here she is at last. Her final gamble to keep her farm. Her little condo style room is...okay, it will suffice. She is glad to be here after the steamer trip up the river. As a single woman, she spent much of the trip fending off the advances of men hoping to get some cheap action. She found the best and quickest way was to offend their manhood as being of inadequate size for her. Which is actually quite true of course! They weren’t to know that she gets horse cock at home.

Teresa spends her first afternoon getting a feeling for the place and to try and get an idea about who she needs to see. It doesn’t take too long to learn that tonight there is a stage show in the Theatre, so the best course of action would be to take a look. From talking to some locals, Teresa learns that tonight should be a good show as it features one of the few American women that has ever become a stage star. Apparently she is the most popular performer they have ever had, not bad considering she’s only been here for slightly over a month.

Teresa gets inside the theatre quite early so as to get as much of a feel for how things work around here as possible. There’s already a lot of people packed in just the same. Apparently this American sensation really draws the crowds and their money. Even the Casino and Brothel sees lowered patronage on show nights when she’s on.

Looking around the semi-circular theatre and it’s stage, pretty much reveals exactly the sort of people that Teresa was expecting. Wealthy looking Western men, from all over the world, looking for depraved activities that aren’t easily or legally found in their own countries. Many of the men are accompanied by private hookers that are hired by the day or even the week instead of the hour. A couple of men even appear to be in the company of their wives or mistresses from home.

The air is thick with smoke of many types, some of it quite a bit stronger than just tobacco. It’s stifling for Teresa who isn’t a smoker at all. But she can handle it for a few weeks if she can come out of all of this with a strong financial reward and buy back her farm.

Finally something is happening. Two scantily dressed young Latin American women come out first followed by a severe looking woman wearing an elegant evening dress and an eye patch over her left eye. She speaks using a small megaphone to announce tonight’s show and what it will contain.

First up tonight is a young local woman that is going to be fucked by a Donkey for the first time. A debutante. The first show of an evening is often a newcomer. She is soon bent over a large wicker basket with a raised wooden box in front of it. Without too much fanfare the Donkey is helped to penetrate the nervous looking young woman who screams as it spreads her tight pussy open for the first time. The Donkey is aggressive and Teresa comes to the conclusion that the woman really is a debutante to equine cocks. She passes out after doing the best she could for around 2 minutes. She is still out of it when the Donkey pulls its cock out, which is stuck in the girl so tightly that it pulls her backwards off the basket. She’s left there on the stage in an awkward ass-up-in-the-air position as a stream of Donkey cum runs out of her pussy. The stage helpers soon bring her around and get on either side of her to lead her back stage on wobbly legs...still leaving a trail of Donkey semen on the stage. Even as just a detached observer for tonight, Teresa can feel herself getting moist between her legs and missing her farm and her horses.

Between the stage shows, the young helpers do several laps around the stage with collection buckets to take tips for the woman.

The second show features an older woman, also a local. Judging by how easily her Donkey slips deeply into her ass, Teresa can see that she is experienced. In fact Teresa has to gasp out loud when she sees just how deeply the woman can take the cock. Obviously a thicker full sized Horse would not be able to penetrate that deep. The final moments when the Donkey really starts to hammer home and the woman is desperately trying to prevent the cock going to the balls makes Teresa wish that she had some privacy to take care of her own needs. Teresa secretly forms a fantasy in her mind of that woman taking one of her Quarter Horses that deep in her ass...they’d destroy her! Teresa finds herself admiring the stamina of the Donkeys that this place uses...and their willingness to fuck.

At last it’s the feature event. The American woman. A lovely looking blonde woman with a big bouncy ass. She’s wearing a theatre style mask..but her eyes...they show an obvious mix of lust and eagerness and maybe substance abuse of some kind. She’s...into this, that much is immediately obvious. As she mounts herself over the basket and spreads her legs Teresa can see her cunt is shiny wet and flowing with her juices. She’s even humping her hips back in anticipation as the Donkey is positioned behind her. She grunts in satisfaction as the thick cocks enters her pussy and she is soon pushing back to meet the Donkey. The woman is crazy for that Donkey cock and urges the beast on. It’s little wonder why this woman draws the crowds in, she really is quite something.

The evening is over and has served its purposes perfectly. Teresa knows she can handle those Donkeys, even in her sleep, with her “bucket pussy” as Bridget refers to it. This is easy money, the only unknown is how it will feel in front of an audience.

The Deal is Done

Next morning it doesn’t take Teresa long to find out where to find the evil looking woman with the eye patch. It took no more than a 5 minute talk with one of the local enforcers.

As Teresa enters the sparse office, Eye Patch Woman smiles at her. It’s one of those smiles with the mouth only. Her one eye is cold and summing Teresa up, deciding if she’s here to cause trouble or to make profit. For this woman all people are either trouble or profit. There is no in-between. Once the woman realises that it’s the latter, her attitude changes to an appraising look as she sums Teresa up with her eye, deciding how much she can make from her. Teresa feels like a piece of livestock being valued for sale.

However, Teresa isn’t some soft pampered rich woman. She knows her value here and is a shrewd bargainer. Soon enough Teresa thinks she even detects a hint of respect in Eye Patch Woman’s expression. Some time later they have come to an agreement that both women accept as beneficial for themselves. Teresa knows her worth on the stage, and the Mistress senses that Teresa isn’t some weak minded fool that she will be able to control and corrupt like the that other Clara woman.

Eye Patch Woman pours Teresa a drink, and the deal is sealed.

Teresa’s Stage Debut

Teresa waits impatiently in the backstage area. She is up first for the evening. The locals have been advertising her not only as an American woman, but a debutante for Donkey cock. Technically it is true, Teresa has never been fucked by a Donkey before. Her Quarter Horses are much larger. Soon, Teresa has to admit that, hearing the spectators that pack the theater outside is causing her some arousal. All the more reason she is getting impatient to get going.

Eye Patch Woman offers Teresa something to smoke. She refuses. Teresa is in control of herself and knows full well how these organized crime operations work- get people corrupted, addicted and dependent. It’s not going to happen to her.

It’s time. Teresa can hear Eye Patch Woman on stage announcing her entrance. Teresa checks that her theater stage mask is fitted correctly, adjusts the short dress she is wearing, and allows the two young female stage helpers to guide her out.

The spectators go completely silent momentarily as they sum Teresa up. Then begin to murmur in anticipation. As already explained, the rare instances of white western women in these shows makes them huge draw cards. Teresa has already decided to exploit this as much as possible. She struts out like a dirty cheap whore. As she slowly laps around the stage, she bends over and pulls her dress over her ass and shows her leaking shiny wet cunt to everyone. Teresa can hear the excitement rising and the comments like “The filthy whore wants it!” “Look at the size of her cunt...she could take a fucking Elephant cock!”. As far as Teresa is concerned the more she plays up to the crowd, the higher her tips and the more she can bargain with eye patch bitch for future performances.

Teresa is led over to the large cushioned basket and she lays over it and spreads her legs in readiness. The staff wipe her ass with a rag to scent her like a Mare in heat. Soon enough she can hear the hooves of the Donkey being led on stage. Teresa starts to buck her her hips in excitement as she looks back at the approaching beast, who’s cock is already coming out of it’s sheath.

Again Teresa can hear members of the crowd getting into the show. “Look at the bitch...she really wants it!”

The Donkey steps over Teresa and puts its front hooves on the raised box in front and she soon feels the heat of its cock probing around the entrance to her cunt. Teresa reaches back herself to help the Donkey find its target. Her cunt, loosened and worn from 16 years of fucking horses, swallows the cock to over half its length in one try. Wasting no time, Teresa begins to push back and hump her hips to meet the Donkey.

She can hear comments from the crowd.

“Look at the whore take it! She’s fucking the Donkey and not the other way around!”

Teresa soon admits to herself that the Donkey really is quite the fucking machine. Not as big as her Horses back home of course, but he has plenty of stamina and drives it in hard! The lewd and perverted comments from the crowd are soon having the effect of getting Teresa aroused even more and she feels her vagina begin to twitch and a warmth spread though her body as she begins to orgasm. At least she doesn’t have to fake it, she was worried about that.

Soon enough, Teresa feels the flared head of the Donkey begin pumping its seed into her. She can feel it squirting through her loosened cervix and into her womb, making her belly feel warm. She is enjoying the feeling so much that she almost misses her lines as the Donkey pulls out. Remembering herself just in time as the swollen head drops out of her spread pussy lips, Teresa yells full voiced “NO!!!” No! Nooo!”

It has the desired effect on the spectators. “Fuck...the bitch wants more…look at her go!”

As the stage helpers come to lead Teresa away, she shakes her head and stays lying over the mounting basket. Eye Patch Woman comes back on stage and makes a show of talking to Teresa. After a minute of head shaking and arm waving, Eye Patch Woman finally shrugs her shoulders and calls for the stage hands to bring in another Donkey to shut this American whore up. The crowd erupts, they were not expecting this! They would have expected this if they had of been present for the negotiations between Teresa and Eye Patch Woman. It is, in fact, all scripted and agreed before hand to increase Teresa’s worth for future shows, as well as tonight’s tips. Teresa is already being paid well above usual rates.

The second Donkey is lead in and soon mounts Teresa roughly. Again she drives back to meet the Donkeys thrusts.

“Harder you fucker! Harder! Deeper...deeper...fucking DEEPER!”

With that Teresa Begins to push her legs up into a bent over standing position, lifting the Donkeys front hooves off the box momentarily and readying herself for the next part...something she only does with very small Horses. With a grind of her hips she feels her worn out cervix give way and the crowd sees the cock slide in almost to its balls. The crowd goes out of control as they see Teresa’s belly protrude from the huge penetration. Teresa still keeps playing to the crowd.

“Yes! That’s it! Deeper! Yes...fucking tear me up! Deeper...shove your cock right through me!”

Soon Teresa’s eyes start to flutter and finally roll back as she slumps over the mounting basket, apparently passed out mid orgasm. Again, it’s part of the show. Teresa feigns passing out a second time as they help her from the stage. The stage fills with tips and calls for more. Mission accomplished.

Two nights later Teresa ends the evening instead of opening. This time she takes three Donkeys. Three nights later she has her own stage evening where she is gang raped by all 8 of the available Donkeys. Then brings the house down as she starts from the beginning again. By this time Teresa can see some spectators have pulled their cocks out and are openly stroking themselves as they watch her. During eleventh Donkey cock, Teresa screams, tries to get up and falls back down clutching at her lower body in pain. Groaning, she tries to crawl before passing out face down. Three men are brought in to carry her motionless body off stage. It’s all scripted again, showbiz. Teresa is actually tired and sore, but fine, and pulling in the money.

For the spectators, they think they’ve just witnessed a woman fucked into a coma by 11 Donkey cocks. After ten minutes, with the spectators still waiting around, Eye Patch Woman comes on stage and announces that Teresa will probably survive.

The following day Teresa sends a postcard home to Bridget telling her that everything is going to plan.

The end of the month approaches and that means Horse Roulette time. Again, Teresa negotiates with Eye Patch Woman for way above average rates. Teresa knows that this event isn’t playing around...no showbiz here, it’s the real deal. She knows that women are fucked to death on stage by a rampaging full sized stallion, not just Donkeys. Teresa also knows that she can handle it if need be. She has seen this “Monstro Negro” from afar, he’s no bigger than her Quarter Horses. This is the deal that will see her back home in a few weeks with her farm secured. Of that she is certain.

Roulette

There has been a real buzz around the town all day as news of Teresa’s participation in this nights Horse Roulette event spreads. This is totally fine as far as she is concerned. More buzz, means more money faster.

Sitting across from her is a plain looking South American woman who looks extremely nervous. Between the two women is a small table holding the small barrel that will contain the tokens for the Roulette draw, just the same as usual for these events. Six tokens. Five black and one red. The red token, if drawn, is the equivalent of the bullet in Russian Roulette.

The theater is filled to capacity. They had to close the doors early- leaving many outside disappointed. The tension and feel is very different to the standard stage shows. People know the stakes and, perversely, that’s why they’re here. As expected, Teresa can see that the majority of the theater is filled with male patrons. Equally, as expected, there are some women here to watch the show as well. Teresa knows that some women are just as intrigued to watch a woman brutally fucked by a stallion as any man. If she was to be honest, Teresa knows that she would be out there in the theater watching as well, if she was here for holiday pleasure and not business. Secretly she fantasizes about women being fucked and destroyed by horses, and about being able to time travel back to Rome and watch such shows in the Coliseum. Those Romans knew how to have fun. She imagines that the Romans would have loved the idea of these Horse Roulette shows.

It’s show time. A spasm goes through Teresa’s vagina as Eye Patch Woman makes a show of dropping the tokens into the barrel and the tension rises to fever pitch as all of the spectators have made their wagers.

The other woman draws her token. Black. She is to be fucked by just a Donkey.

The barrel is spun again and Teresa reaches forward to release a token. It’s black again, she will be taking one of the Donkeys as well.

Teresa is resting backstage when the first woman is brought back after her Donkey show. Teresa allows herself to be lead out just like the other shows that she’s done before. Just like always, she thrills the spectators with the amount of Donkey cock that her “bucket pussy” can swallow and her lustful cries urging the beast on to fuck her harder. Teresa notices a plump, big breasted, woman in a tropical dress standing next to her rich husband in the front row, right in her line of sight. The look of lust all over her face is clear. Soon enough it’s over and Teresa’s gaping pussy is spraying Donkey cum over the stage as she rises and heads backstage to get ready for round two.

Round two. Teresa’s payout increases, as do the odds that she will eventually draw red. A different Latin American woman faces Teresa for the second round. She draws black, as does Teresa again.

This time as she takes her Donkey, Teresa can see the plump woman with her husbands hand under her dress and holding her up as she has an orgasm as discreetly as she can manage, right at the same time that Teresa cums herself.

Round three and the crowd are really getting restless now. The longer the show goes, the more likely a woman will finally draw a red token. It’s not to be yet again, with both women drawing black once more. Once more Teresa finds herself fixating on the plump woman in her line of sight, she finds the thought of another woman enjoying herself whilst watching her being fucked by a Donkey is highly arousing for some reason. Before coming here Bridget was the only one to witness her sexual fetish. Her pussy is now making wet squelching noises as she is pumped hard, due to how loose and wet she is from the three Donkeys.

Round four sees Teresa’s payments and tips swelling nicely. Very nicely in fact. This time it happens, she draws the red token and the crowd descends into a hushed silence. This is what everyone really comes for, whether they admit it or not.

Teresa waits backstage whilst the stage helpers set up the heavier equipment for the much larger horse that is to to come. Eye Patch Woman offers to inject Teresa with something to make what is coming easier. Probably morphine? She rejects the offer. Teresa is in full control and knows what she is doing.

The sexual tension the in the air, as Teresa is lead out on onto the stage, is almost as thick as the smoke. Teresa is bound over the mounting apparatus with her legs spread, open and waiting. She cannot escape. Her cunt is gaping open and twitching in anticipation. A stage helper wipes her ass with the scent of a mare in heat to make the stallion hyper aggressive sexually.

Teresa hears the first sound of hooves on the stage and a great struggle as four men attempt to hold back the beautiful black stallion from getting at its Mare. She looks back to get a better look and what she sees causes her to begin shaking and release a stream of urine all over the floor in fear. Her own Quarter Horses can be strong and aggressive lovers. But when she looks into the eyes of this “Monstro Negro”, Teresa is convinced she sees the Devil looking back at her. This stallion is possessed, it’s intent on deliberately destroying her. She sees that now. Teresa realizes that she has made a terrible mistake, a fatal mistake. She starts to tremble uncontrollably and moans.

“Oh god...oh god...oh no...please god…no…”

A horrible scream follows as the out of control beast thrusts its mighty cock into Teresa as hard as it can. She screams again as she barely absorbs a second thrust. Another scream as it thrusts in harder and she sees a blinding light in front of her eyes. Through a pain haze Teresa somehow sees the plump woman now bent over the edge of the stage with her tits spilling out of her dress as she is rammed from behind by her husband, her face a look of sexual bliss as she watches Teresa getting destroyed by horse cock.

The fourth mighty thrust sees the stallion determined to get its cock in all the way, it puts all of its weight behind it and drives with everything it has. Teresa feels herself tear inside as the huge cock goes through her. Mercifully, she passes out almost immediately afterwards. Monstro Negro finishes the job he was sent to do, like he always does.

Surprisingly it’s not the last thing Teresa remembers. She dreams briefly of a bright light...is this the famous light at the end of the tunnel that people talk about after dying. She doesn’t know, as she falls into darkness again almost immediately.

Then again she briefly sees a light. This time brighter than before. She thinks she can hear voices...urgent voices. Her hazy mind thinks that she can even see figures, before it goes dark again.

A Week Later. A Hospital somewhere in Florida

It’s Teresa’s first full day awake after her coming out of her medically induced coma. It seems that her brief period of fame on the Amazon may just have been the thing that saved her. Word of the Roulette event attracted the patronage of some of the crew of one of the visiting steamer boats that transport the tourists along the river. The corrupt little tourist town has two main steamers that service it, a small tramp steamer and a larger, more modern steamer. Luckily for Teresa, the larger steamer was docked in town. It’s lucky because it has a small but well equipped medical bay with a duty doctor and nurse. The doctor was an experienced trauma surgeon from the Great War.

The doctor just happened to also be a pervert, and attended Teresa’s Roulette event, and saved her life. Only barely. A week later she is listed as “stable” but a ways off being able to get back on her feet and a ways further before she will be mobile enough to go home.

Teresa can hear two of the nurses whispering on the other side of the curtain around her bed. They probably think she is still asleep. All the nurses know that she was almost fucked to death by a horse. There’s nothing she can do about it, so no point worrying about it.

Her trip back down the Amazon on the steamer was touch and go. She needed blood transfusions from several crew and passengers that shared her blood type. And the small medical bay almost ran out of needed supplies. But she made it. Here she is. Her injuries sound like someone hit by a truck. The beast ripped her sexual apparatus to shreds, her vulva was torn right through to her rectum, perforated uterus, ruptured spleen, punctured left lung, abrasions to her kidneys and liver and a lot of blood loss. Her “bucket vagina” as Bridget always called it, is not a bucket anymore. With her uterus removed and her repaired vagina barely two inches deep...she won’t be taking her horses ever again. That’s the part of all of this really makes Teresa feel like crying. But she’s tough. She’s a survivor.

Another week and Teresa demands to be helped out of bed and allowed to get some fresh air, even if it is in a wheelchair for now. Once out of bed the duty nurse hands Teresa a pair of small keys that she has never seen before. The nurse informs her that the case, containing her only belongings that returned with her, can be checked out of the hospital safe room anytime she wants now that she is at least partly mobile.

What came back with her?

The nurse lets Teresa into the safe room and waits for her outside. The large black case with her name on it is on a lower shelf and Teresa pulls it down onto her lap. The two locks spring open with their applicable keys. What is inside makes Teresa looks around quickly and snap the case closed. Once reassured that she is alone, Teresa pops the case open again. It contains her money. All of it, it seems like. Everything she earned from the stage shows and even the Roulette event. Whilst the town is run by the worst lowlifes and criminals, apparently they also a posses a sort of “honor among thieves”. In this case they consider it a point to strictly honor the deals they make.

There is enough. There won’t be a lot left over. But there is enough to pay her hospital bills and buy her farm back from the bank. Huh...as bad and corrupt as they were back on the Amazon, they were probably still the lesser criminals when compared to the fucking banks.

Lock, Stock, the Whole Fucking Lot

Teresa steps off the train and is embraced by Bridget who is there to pick her up at the station and take her home. Teresa is still using a pair of short walking sticks and walking a bit splay legged as she makes her way to Bridget’s waiting Ford. The doctors say that she should be walking normally in another month or so, but definitely no horse fucking for her pussy ever again.

The 45 minute drive to the farm is quiet. Bridget already knows all the details as they have been in regular contact during the hospital stay. Teresa has already been to the bank. Everything is taken care of.

Both women have tears in their eyes as they finally drive up the gravel drive of the farm. Her farm again. Lock Stock, the whole fucking lot as they say.