Horse Roulette

Horse Roulette

Introduction

Anyone that has ever seen the movie “The Deer Hunter” will see where I got my inspiration for this one. Be aware this is darker than most of my stories, it’s still just a story though- totally made up. Just be aware that this one does not have a happy ending. This story is mine, but a lot of credit for some of the ideas in the story goes to Mastiffgirl who I discussed the story with.

Approximately 50 miles West of Manaus Brazil 1934

The den of iniquity that Clara has found herself in doesn’t really have an official name, because it’s not really an official place. She was brought along here, in tow, by her husband Emmitt George Harris Jr. An idiot of a man if ever there was one. The second son of a wealthy Texas family that struck it rich with oil. New money, without the experience and brains to know how to use it. The less said about this man better, as this story doesn’t have a lot do with him.

The unfortunate Clara has been married to the man for 5 years now. Still attractive at 30 years of age with her short blonde hair, despite a bit of extra padding on her butt from 5 years of easy wealthy living. Though it seems that most men really like her big butt! Not very tall at 5’3. Her marriage was basically arranged. Her family saw an opportunity to get in on the ground floor with a family seemingly on the rise in an industry that cannot possibly fail. Her marriage has been exactly like most arranged marriages go. Little conversation, almost no sex, just a tolerance of each other. At least Emmitt doesn’t use his fists on her, there’s that at least- so it’s not as bad as it could be.

She is already wilting in the humid tropical heat and has been chain smoking ever since she arrived using her ivory cigarette holder.

It’s the couples third night here, after arriving on the steamer boat that transports the tourists along the Amazon River. Emmitt has been making full use of the little town’s gambling services...something he’s not very good at. The town is actually a repurposed rubber processing facility that failed in its original purpose, mainly due to one Henry Ford setting up Fordlandia about 100 miles away and effectively putting all competition out of business. The town is a lawless facility to fleece wealthy Westerners of their money by providing all the things that they cannot get easily in their own countries. First and foremost gambling on things that most countries frown upon or consider outright illegal. Including Russian Roulette tournaments. Of course, anywhere large money changes hands and where organised crime is in charge soon results in drugs and debauchery as well. Here there is a brothel that caters to most tastes and fetishes and live sex shows- that have become quite legendary amongst the patrons.

It is to one of these shows that Clara finds herself being escorted to this very evening. She confronted Emmitt and simply refused to be left for another evening in their little condo villa whilst he lost money on whatever it was he was betting on tonight. So her husband paid a strong looking local man, who came recommended as reliable, to provide an escort for his wife to attend some local entertainment. Though acting nonchalant and blasé about it all, the truth is that Clara is secretly fascinated by what she has heard about these live sex shows. It surely cannot all be true can it?

How is that even possible for a woman?!

The stage is currently still empty. But the bleachers, which form a semi-circle around the stage are almost full. Most of the spectators look to be affluent foreigners as you’d expect. More surprising to Clara is that there are more women here than expected. Many of them are local “paid company”, but there are other western women here as well. No cameras are allowed, and being in the middle of nowhere...seems to relax the ladies enough to risk arousing their curiosity. There is obviously no way in hell any decent woman would be seen attending a show like this back in America or Britain. Clara would estimate...maybe 70 people in attendance, but it’s hard to say as the bleachers are deliberately low lit, made worse by the bright lighting of the stage.

Even as a heavy smoker herself, the haze in this place is starting to sting her eyes. It’s also quite obvious that the smoke is more than just tobacco...Clara may not be the most worldly woman, but she’s quite certain she can smell Cannabis and probably Opium. That would explain why her head is spinning and she sort of feels...light in the head. She’s getting impatient for something to happen.

At last something does happen, it’s about 30 minutes beyond advertised start time- probably deliberate to build up atmosphere and anticipation. Two young and very attractive local women wearing nothing but the tiniest of thongs that barely covers their vaginas, storm onto the stage from the rear curtained off area. They each do a quick lap of the stage in opposite directions with their firm young breasts bouncing unrestrained and uncovered. Shortly after them a severe dominant looking woman with an eye patch over her left eye and wearing an elegant full length dress walks onto stage with a small megaphone. With surprisingly good English she announces the start of the nights entertainment.

The two young helpers dash behind the curtains and return, first with a large woven wicker basket which they place in the centre of the stage upside down. They then place a thick padded cushion on top. They then repeat their trip to backstage and return once more with a low wooden box which they place in front of the basket.

Next they disappear again and soon return with a slender young Brazilian woman, totally naked, that couldn’t be much taller than 5’ tall. The mistress with the eye patch takes charge and parades the woman around the edge of the stage for the spectators to get a clear view. She stops several times to display the woman’s assets, cupping her small breasts, bending her over and spreading her buttocks to display her sexual apparatus. Finally, the mistress of the stage leads the young woman to the upended basket and cushion and lays her face down over it with her legs slightly spread. One of the young women produces a rag that she rubs over the buttocks of the woman. Later, Clara would eventually learn that it is the scent of a female Donkey in heat- used to excite and make the male more sexually aggressive.

Clara then hears the sound of hooves on the stage and looks to the back to see the young stage helpers leading a large Donkey by a rope. The Donkey is obviously frisky and eager, it seems to know what’s coming.

Even though Clara had heard what these shows are about, up until now some part of her mind refused to believe it. The Woman just looks too small for the enormous fat cock that has started to drop from under the Donkeys belly. Is she doing this of her own choice, is she being forced or coerced, is she promised good money, is she drugged? It’s hard to tell from watching her.

The young women lead the Donkey over the mounting basket and the Donkey immediately steps up onto the box in front and begins trying to find the woman’s vaginal entrance. It misses twice before one of the helpers guides it into place. With a cry of pain from the woman and a squeal of delight from the Donkey it’s cock drives into the woman almost 6 inches. Clara’s position on the bleachers places her at an angle from behind and she clearly sees the woman’s vaginal entrance spread open and accept the huge cock. She still can hardly believe it, even though she just saw it happen.

The Donkey immediately begins thrusting with it’s hind quarters. Clara isn’t sure what she expected, but this isn’t it...she didn’t expect it to be so...rough...violent. The Donkey is humping like it has no care for the woman’s well being, almost like it’s trying to fuck her and break her at the same time. It’s violent thrusts are driving the small woman forward and forcing her to brace herself. The cock must be 12 inches inside her now and she is crying out...is she in pain or is it lust...or both? The Donkey has some stamina and keeps thrusting, the small woman seems to be failing and getting less responsive and Clara wonders if she is going to pass out. It doesn’t matter because the Donkey suddenly begins ramming it’s cock in likes it’s trying to force it all the way through, the woman starts screaming frantically. The Donkey pauses and Clara can see the exposed part of its penis pulsing throbbing and Clara realises that its pumping its seed inside the screaming woman. Soon afterwards her vagina opens up, beyond what Clara would have ever thought possible, and the swollen head of the donkey cock drops out with a wet popping noise. A flood of semen gushes out from the gaping vagina that looks way larger than when this all started.

The young helpers get on either side of the young stage star and help her backstage on wobbly legs. They soon return, each carrying a bucket for the spectators to throw tips into for the previous stage actor. If the young woman receives the full amount of the tips, then Clara estimates it to be a good nights income for her. Later, Clara would learn that the first show of many evenings are reserved for debutantes, as was the case tonight.

Clara finds herself looking around the bleachers during the intermission between shows. The sexual tension in the air is obvious. Clara is glad that she wore a simple full length summer dress...it hides the fluids running down her thighs from her own pussy. She looks across at one of the other western women nearby and can see the crotch of her white cotton slacks soaked through, making the fabric sheer and showing the outline of her pussy and pubic hair underneath.

The next show has a totally different feel to it. The next stage star bursts out and immediately plays up to the crowd. She is taller than the first woman and darker of complexion and also much older. She laps around the stage posing and displaying herself enthusiastically. When she bends over Clara sees that her pussy spreads open by itself. It’s obvious that this woman is experienced and a regular. Soon she drapes herself over the mounting basket, scents herself with female Donkey aroma, and slaps her ass several times as she looks back at the approaching Donkey.

The Donkey slams its cock home and the woman receives him enthusiastically. If it was hard to tell if the first woman was enjoying any of her ordeal, it is obvious that this woman is loving it. She is driving back and meeting the Donkey whilst gyrating her hips and groaning. She is putting on a display for the spectators and urging the Donkey on with vulgar language. Soon both the woman and Donkey orgasm.

Clara can now feel her pussy fluids almost running into her shoes. She cannot help thinking to herself what that must feel like for the woman on stage. She glances again at the other western woman nearby and sees that she is breathing heavily and licking her lips and her white slacks are soaked even more than before. It’s definitely more than just sweat. Clara has always been a woman that tries to be honest with herself. After all, if you cannot be honest with yourself then what chance do you have with ever being honest with anyone else? And the honest truth is that Clara is massively turned on by the show she has witnessed. Sure, the opium in the air may be having some effect...but not that much, she loves watching those huge cocks roughly slamming into those women.

The final show is beginning. Like the second woman, the third woman looks older and experienced. When she bends over in front of Clara, what she sees causes another flood of juices to flow out of her pussy. The woman’s anus is obscenely stretched and has clearly been prepared and Clara immediately understands why without even having to wait for the show to begin.

Sure enough, the nights final woman lays over the basket and pulls her ass cheeks wide and one of the helpers guides the huge cock into her loose ass hole. Clara has heard of anal sex...but no decent woman would ever admit to being intrigued by it. The woman groans in pain and pleasure as the cock goes deep inside...surely too deep? Her hole is spread...surely more than 3 inches wide...how can a woman take this and seemingly be enjoying it? The woman is taking more than half of the Donkey’s cock...she arches up from the basket and Clara clearly sees her belly distended obscenely with the cock ploughing her guts...and still she seems to be encouraging the Donkey and yelling filthy obscenities. Finally the Donkey gets near its climax and gives a series of nasty thrusts. The woman is caught by surprise, screams in pain and Clara sees the cock momentarily go almost to the balls. Then again to the balls, then the donkey pulls its swollen flared head out from the woman to a spray of semen. The helpers get on either side of the woman and try to half carry her whilst she is doubled over and clutching at her abdomen in pain. It’s clear that she's been hurt and Clara’s pussy is now leaking like a hose. She is so aroused that she would almost consent to letting her worthless husband fuck her tonight. If she only knew where he was. What is wrong with her? That woman was hurt being fucked in the ass too deep by a Donkey and it turned her on!

It’s time to go. Clara looks around briefly to see where the other western woman has got to, but she seems to have already left. At the exit she is handed a flyer. She glances at it and see’s tomorrow’s event advertised. Something called “Horse Roulette”. Clara has no idea what it is, so she turns to her body guard for an explanation. The man has barely said a word all night, just loyally standing next to her menacingly like he was hired to do. It turns out that he speaks English quite well enough. He begins by explaining what Russian Roulette is. Clara cuts him off and explains that she isn’t a total idiot- she knows what Russian Roulette is and she knows that it happens here and people bet on it. But what is Horse Roulette?

The explanation is as follows. Somewhere in this place’s brief and sordid history, someone decided that the women and the sex shows should have a similar event to the Russian Roulette that is bet on in the gambling halls. The last day of each month is that event. Simply put, two women play in rounds. They each draw from a barrel that contains 5 black chips from the casino, and one red chip. Drawing a black chip means the woman takes part in a Donkey show like we had tonight. She takes a percentage of the gambling take, plus any tips. If she chooses to go to another round the money she gets is proportionately higher for each round. Each round the chips are returned to the barrel- so the odds are always the same.

Drawing the red chip is like getting the bullet in Russian Roulette. The woman is bound on stage and raped by a full sized horse stallion- a savage beast of an animal if it is to be believed. There is no protection for the woman, she has to take what the stallion gives her. Some times the woman survives with injuries. But more often they don’t. The next event is tomorrow evening.

On the way back to her Condo accommodation, Clara’s head is swimming from the opium thick air, the sex shows and the Horse Roulette and what it entails. She needs a serious fuck. Part way back she hears grunts coming from the nearby bushes and decides to look. There is the western woman from earlier with her slacks down around her ankles whilst a huge man violently fucks her ass. Another four men stand around with their cocks in their hands, ready for their turn. High as a kite as she is, Clara decides to watch this show as well. No one seems to mind. The show concludes when the last man pulls out and the woman turns around and falls to her knees and sucks and cleans the cock that was just hammering in her ass. Clara wanders back to her room and passes out on the bed, still very much sexually unsatisfied.

The Ultimatum

Clara finally awakens sometime in the late morning, still in her cotton summer dress that smells of smoke, from the previous evening. There is no sign that her husband ever came back. That ass hole better not have been out whoring. She has a bad feeling...this is the type of place where someone being overdue is not a good sign. She quickly has a shower to freshen up and changes into a fresh dress and kicks yesterdays panties, that are crusted with dried out vaginal juices, under her bed.

Immediately upon exiting to her small front porch, she is greeted pleasantly by one of the enforcers that are the law around this tourist den. He has obviously been waiting for to come out, for how long she doesn’t know. The man asks her to follow him, it concerns her husband. Clara follows him, not knowing what to expect. What has that fool of a husband gotten himself into?

She is led into the “Mayor” of this towns office who is seated on the other side of a ridiculously extravagant looking desk that must weigh a ton. Clara is asked to sit in the waiting seat on the entrance side of the desk. Standing on one side of the Mayor is a tall fearsome looking man that Clara doesn’t know. He is immediately introduced as the head of the towns casino and gambling operations. On the other side of the Mayor is the stern looking dark haired woman with the eye patch. Cuffed to a chair in one corner is her husband Emmitt, looking very fearful.

The Mayor gets straight to the point and explains the situation. Her husband was caught, with two other men, running a cheating operation in the casino. The other two were the brains of the operation and have already been dealt with. Her husband was the idiot of the operation and the reason they all got caught. Clara is not being blamed for her husbands actions, but she just happens to be in a position to save his worthless ass.

Clara takes everything in so far. Okay...she can understand why the Mayor and the casino boss is here. But why is the woman that runs the sex side of the town here? What does she have to do with it?

It turns out that they were just about to get to that, it’s directly related to how Clara can get her husband off the hook with nothing more than a scar on his face so that he can never enter the town ever again.

Clara sits in shock, not believing what she is hearing. Tonight’s Horse Roulette event could really do with an attractive western white woman. Western women are rare in the sex shows, but immensely popular and bring in huge money, huge bets and they pack the house to the rafters. Clara only has to enter and abide by the rules for one round to get the spectators in the door. Abiding by the rules means taking part in the stage show. They make it very clear that she has a 1 in 6 chance of drawing the Horse and not a Donkey. She is allowed to wear a theatre style mask to protect her identity. Otherwise her husband will be dealt with in the same way as his two accomplices. The Mayor pours her a drink and pushes it across the desk and tells her to take a few minutes to think it through.

Clara sits in silence for a minute before glancing at her husband. He immediately begins to plead with her, until the casino boss silences him with a savage backhanded slap across the face. Her husband falls silent obediently but continues to plead at Clara with his eyes. She briefly considers whether they are just bluffing, but it’s clear that Emmitt thinks they are not, and from what she knows of the place...he’s probably right about something for a change.

Clara thinks back to the shows that she watched last night and how aroused she was. Unbelievably, she starts feeling herself becoming aroused from the memory all over again- despite her current situation. She now knows for sure that not all of the women take part in the shows of their own accord, her current situation is proof of that. At the very least some are strongly coerced if not outright forced or blackmailed. But still, in her mind she sees that huge Donkey cock slamming into the women and the look on their faces...especially the second woman who unquestionably enjoyed it fully.

Her drink is drained, the Mayor pours her another. She drains it as well. She agrees to do it. The woman with the eye patch asks her to follow her and she will be prepared and instructed for tonight.

Clara’s Stage Debut

Ten minutes before she goes out on stage. The woman with the eye patch offers her something to smoke, says it will calm her nerves and get her in the mood. She is right, her head is swimming and she stops shaking. None of the other women have said a word to her. The other women in tonight’s event are all locals, or at least South American and they resent her because she gets more money and the crowds love western white women.

Clara is dressed in her cotton tropical dress and a mask. The organisers want her to look every bit the sophisticated woman of American society whilst she gets fucked by a Donkey...or maybe even…?

Even from the backstage, Clara can feel the extra buzz compared to last night. This is partly because the Roulette events always get more because of the stakes, but also because the town has spent the afternoon advertising that a wealthy American woman has ‘volunteered’ for the event. The place is almost full to bursting, people that would be frequenting the Casino or Brothel on a normal evening are here instead tonight. There in the front row, with a guard on each side is Emmitt, being forced to watch.

It’s time. Whatever the mistress gave her to smoke is really kicking in now and Clara is high as a kite. Unbelievably, despite her ordeal, her vagina is flooding juices down her legs. Her stomach knots up as the young pretty woman leads her out onto the stage and she the crowd goes quiet briefly. They are here to see her get fucked up by a Donkey or a Horse. A spasm goes through her pussy at the thought. She is led to her chair and seated. Opposite her is her opponent for the round, a plain looking Brazilian woman that looks frightened despite her obviously trying to put on a brave face. Between the two seated women is a small horizontal barrel on a stand, she knows that it will contain the six casino chips, five black and one red- later on.

Clara is in a state of hyper sensitivity. She can feel the coarse texture of the chair against her pussy, even through the fabric of her dress. She can feel her bare erect nipples rubbing the front of her dress. She can pick out individual voices of the crowd, there are even women out there to watch her! She can feel her heart beating in her ears.

The bookmakers are now doing their rounds along the edge of the stage, taking bets on the coming round. The noise and excitement levels are rising.

The mistress tosses a coin into the air, catches it and upends it onto the back of her hand. She indicates that Clara is first up tonight. In full view of everyone present she holds up the barrel and shows it to be empty. Then each casino chip in turn is held up for all to see before being dropped into the barrel. Finally it is latched and made ready.

Suddenly the noise level drops slightly and Clara hears one of the young stage helpers say something to her. She repeats it. Clara reaches out and turns the barrel. Letting it stop, she then presses the button to release a casino chip, her heart is thumping like it’s going to burst out of her chest. It’s black...she’s going to be fucked by a Donkey. Her pussy twitches at the thought.

It’s the other woman’s turn now, with one less chip in the barrel of course. It is also black, she will be fucked by a Donkey as well.

Both women are then led backstage to prepare for their show whilst the stage hands replace the chairs and the barrel with the wicker basket, padded cushion and wooden box, just as Clara remembers from the previous evening.

One of the young stage helpers approaches Clara with a tin containing some warmed up sort of oil and lifts her dress and feels between Clara’s legs. Apparently the oil is to help the entry of the Donkey- especially for debutantes. However, the young woman pulls her hand away and sees how wet it is, and sees how her clitoris is standing up...plus the way her nipples are aggressively poking against the front of her dress- and smiles up at her knowingly, deciding that she doesn’t need any help in that department. This makes Clara feel like a filthy whore, which makes her even more aroused. She’s ready, it’s finally time.

The crowd quietens noticeably as Clara is led out and mounted over the basket. Her dress is still on, the helper simply pulls it up over her back to expose her ample white ass to the crowd. Her thighs are slick from her juices running down them and the spectators realise that she is actually aroused, this causes a murmur of excitement to ripple around the arena. Clara glances around the part of the arena that she can see and notices the other western woman from the previous evening, the one that was fucked in her ass by five men after the show. The arousal on her face is clear from this angle.

Clara hears the hooves approaching from behind and her pussy twitches again. The Donkey steps over her and places its hooves on the wooden box right in front of her. She feels the huge head of his cock prodding her pussy and she tenses up. On the second try the stage helper helps guide him in and with a hard thrust her pussy spreads open like never before and she screams. She screams again as he drives into her. It hurts. She feels the head swell even larger and it hurts her more, and she panics, thinking it’s going to tear her open. But she doesn’t tear, though the Donkey is trying to force its way in deeper and he’s succeeding. A strong thrust almost forces her over the basket and onto the wooden box and Clara has to put her hands forwards to push her self back into position. The beast is too long and his thrusts are smashing against her cervix.

Suddenly everything she’s going through all comes together at once, almost in slow motion. She feels the huge flared head of the Donkey push hard against her cervix and stop and she feels it start to pump its seed into her womb like a hose. At the same time the combination of the lewd crowd urging her on, the western woman masturbating in front of her, the effects of whatever she was given to smoke, the almost mind blowing stretching in her vagina that is painful but becoming welcoming and most of all the adrenaline from her near death experience with the Roulette draw that could have seen her now being ripped apart by a horse. Her brain snaps, her body arches up and the orgasm hits her like nothing she ever thought was possible. She can feel it from the roots of her hair down to her toes which are curling up in bliss. She starts throwing herself back onto the Donkey, even though it hurts her. The pain now feels good. She has lost all control and is yelling at the Donkey to fuck her hard, which is unbelievable for her- her upbringing as a classy lady of society never included vulgar language. The orgasm won’t stop.

The Donkey pulls itself out and Clara cries out in disappointment, the last waves of her orgasm are finally diminishing. Clara finally notices Emmitt for the first time in a long while. He’s staring at her like she’s the sickest whore he’s ever seen. He wanted her to do this to save his worthless ass, but he did not expect her to enjoy it.

Clara is barely even aware of being led backstage. Her mind is in a daze. She drinks some water and drops into a chair. She is dimly aware of the other woman from this round of Roulette being taken out for her Donkey session.

The Mistress offers Clara another pipe which she now assumes is Opium. Clara accepts it gratefully. Soon she is in an amazing place, basking in the high from the drug and the after glow of a brutal fuck and an orgasm that she didn’t know was possible. The staff come back with her tips. She was very popular it seems! Added to her cut of the Roulette takings...she did very well for herself. The Mistress asks Clara if she’s done, the agreement was for the first round only, she is free to go. She served her purpose, packing out the theatre to capacity and loosening their purse strings. It’s one of their highest first round takings since they began this operation.

Clara agrees to the second round. This will multiply her prize money, but the truth is that Clara wants that Donkey cock plundering her cunt again. The stern looking Mistress with her eye patch smiles coldly, she knows now that she has this pampered American woman on the hook. If she can keep her alive long enough she is like a license to print money for this operation. The spectators love her.

When Clara reappears on stage for another round the crowd murmurs in excitement. All except Emmitt who tries to get up to intervene before he is backhanded back into submission by the guard.

The barrel is restocked with tokens again and the second round Roulette draw goes quickly. This time she faces a different local woman, the first one withdrew after the first round. With her heart thumping in her chest Clara draws a Donkey again. The thrill and relief almost make her have a micro orgasm. The other woman draws the red chip- the horse stallion. She begins whimpering and crying as they all withdraw back stage to prepare.

Once more bent over the basket, Clara jiggles her ass enticingly for the Donkey. With the drugs and all that has happened she is out of control with lust and cares about nothing except getting that enormous cock back into her. With her cunt already stretched and still wet with Donkey cum, the beast slides in hard and deep and hurts her. But she doesn’t care, she is soon humping hard and fast and asking for him to tear her cunt hole up. Back at home if she heard anyone say the word cunt in her circles she would have swooned in shock, yet here she is saying it as a Donkey almost rips her pussy apart. She is already cumming fiercely when she feels the Donkeys enormous flared head force her cervix open and pump another load of semen into her.

This time she passes out backstage and falls into an exhausted sleep. Her Horse Roulette is over for the evening. The final thing that Clara sees before going ‘lights out’ for the evening is three men manhandling a nasty looking muscular black horse towards the stage for the other woman.

The Mistress is happy...Clara is worth more in the long run alive. She’ll be back here of her own accord. She’s experienced enough to know the types that comes through here by now and knows when they’re on the hook.

Back in the USA

Emmitt never spoke anymore to Clara again beyond what was absolutely necessary. He avoided her on the cruise back down the Amazon and could barely even look her in the eye on the way back to Texas. Clara wasn’t totally sure if it was because of his own shame from his actions and what it all led to, or revulsion in what Clara did and the fact she was into it. Either way, Clara didn’t care.

Back home they promptly agreed to divorce with conditions quite favourable to Clara, due to Emmitt wanting to keep everything quiet and covered up.

For the next few months Clara tried to find a normal life again. But constantly her mind would keep returning to the depraved and lawless town in Brazil and to the feeling of those Donkeys cocks ruining her vagina.

Clara first tried to pick men up in bars. But it didn’t satisfy her. She tried to make home made alternatives from household items and large fruit and vegetables. Those didn’t have a beast attached to them and couldn’t satisfy her. She tried to tell herself that she would get over it and forget about it all in time, and would be able to get back to something like a normal life. She even wondered if she could find a farm locally...but she didn’t know how to go about that.

She was lying to herself and Clara prided herself in always being honest with herself. So, just over 6 months after arriving back in Texas, Clara found herself on her way back to the Amazon.

The American Sensation

It’s been 2 months and over ten stage shows since Clara returned. The paying patrons love her...the white western woman that rides Donkey cocks with the best of them and gives the crowd what they love. The Mistress loves her, in a financial business sense- Clara packs the theatre and draws ten times the tips as the Latin American women. This makes her unpopular with local women. Clara gets preferential accommodations and treatment. For her part Clara gets huge Donkey cock and a supply of Opium. She is well and truly gone, but when a person is warm and happy in a pile of shit, do they usually care?

Tonight finds Clara doing a personal show for a wealthy middle eastern oil baron. The donkey has finished plundering Clara’s loose pussy when the ugly looking man leans forward and places a huge roll of money on the table in front of him and says “Up your ass”.

Clara is well aware that a lot of the patrons here love her big flabby white ass and have beed wanting to see it fucked by Donkey cock. She takes another drag of her smoking pipe, making her head spin. She bends over her padded basket and reaches behind to her pussy and scoops up a load of her natural lubricant mixed with Donkey semen and massages it into her anus. She then reaches into her cotton bag and removes the rag that is soaked in female ‘Donkey in heat juices’ and rubs it over her buttocks.

The Donkey immediately goes hard and mounts her and starts trying to find an entrance. Clara guides him to make sure that entrance is her yet to be plundered ass hole. Clara was probably hoping for a more gentle introduction to anal pleasures, but the Donkey wasn’t interested. It spread her tight ass hole open roughly as it forced itself in, making her wonder if she was about to tear open. The big head swelled and filled her rectum, with about a full 12 inches already inside her. God it hurts!

The Donkey doesn’t care and just keeps trying to get deeper. She can feel the big cock meeting resistance and her mind starts to go feint as she feels herself stretching open deep inside. It’s a different, more raw combination of stimulation’s and Clara can feel an orgasm begin to approach. Suddenly a pocket of air releases from deep in her guts and the Donkey cock takes the opportunity to straighten out her colon and plunge another six inches into her anal fuck tunnel. It’s deeper than Clara has ever felt anything go. She sees her belly distend outwards from the deep intrusion,

Clara remembers back to the first evening of stage shows she witnessed as a spectator. She remembers the woman that was injured from taking a Donkey far too deep up her ass and that she recently learnt that she did not survive that night.

That thought entering Clara’s brain through her drug haze causes her to convulse into a powerful orgasm. The ugly oil baron shoots a stream of cum fully two feet across the room as he cums himself. Clara desperately spends the next two minutes trying to control the depth of the Donkey pounding up her ass hole. Soon enough the beast releases its stream of seed into her belly and starts to pull out. Clara twitches as the swollen head of the cock slowly makes it way back down her colon, getting briefly stuck at her pelvic entrance before filling her rectum and finally stretching open her anus, which is never quite going to be the same again. Staggering back to her accommodation with her belly still full of Donkey cum, Clara knows that she hasn’t felt a thrill that intense since the first evening of Roulette where she made her original stage debut.

The next evening Clara stirred the theatre into a frenzy when she enthusiastically took the Donkey deep into her ass. Such a thing for a western woman was unheard of. From that point on the young stage helpers, when bringing in her Donkey, would always loudly ask Clara “CUNT or ASS?”. The crowd would hang on the answer as Clara would yell back “TEAR MY FUCKING ASS HOLE OPEN!”. The first such evening resulted in two western women in the crowd feinting. The tips were astronomical. Not that Clara even cared about the money.

The Final Orgasm

Soon enough, even the danger of deep anal Donkey fucking wasn’t providing the thrill that Clara’s blasted mind was after. She couldn’t quite replicate the intense feeling of that very first Horse Roulette evening...that intense feeling of surviving a near death experience and then being fucked straight afterwards when full of adrenaline, that orgasm that was so intense that it was painful in its own way.

So the day came when the Mistress asked to her to open the months Horse Roulette to pack the theatre and loosen everyone’s purses.

Clara’s pussy was already flooding and her thighs wet as she walked out for round one of the Roulette evening. She was already only a hairs breadth away from orgasm. The other woman opposite her was a pretty young Latin American that probably desperately needed the money.

It was Clara’s turn to draw and her pussy twitched as she released the token...was she about to be torn apart by a horse? It was black...she would be fucked by a Donkey. The other woman also draws black.

On stage Clara’s senses are assaulted by all of the possible stimulants, the thrill of the coming huge Donkey cock, the crowd of lewd watchers cheering her on, the effects of the smoking drug and the adrenaline of the near death experience that she just survived. She is already cumming as the Donkey enters her cunt.

Back stage afterwards the Mistress recommends that Clara pull out. The Mistress cares nothing for Clara’s safety, her motivation being entirely about keeping Clara around as a cash cow for as long as she can. By this time, it has to be said that Clara has lost her mind, completely insane- addicted to cock, opium and adrenaline. Clara enters the second round.

She draws a black token. She is to be fucked by a Donkey again. Clara leans back and her eyes have that same look of a cocaine addict taking that first hit. The other woman is also back for round two and also draws another black token.

The stage helper asks “CUNT or ASS?” Clara answers “ASS...DEEP!”. Clara does just that, taking almost the entire length of the cock, her sexual frenzy apparently causing her to ignore any pain as the beast fucks her impossibly deep.

Again the Mistress suggests that Clara should withdraw. Again Clara enters the next round. The Mistress knows now that there is only one way this evening is going to end for her cash cow.

Round three. Clara draws the red token. She is going to be ripped apart by the beast, the equivalent of that bullet in the chamber for Russian Roulette. Clara erupts in orgasm...her eyes show nothing but madness.

Backstage the Mistress injects Clara with morphine sending her onto ‘cloud nine’. The stage helpers lead the happy Clara back onto stage. The setup is different for the horse stallion. The mounting is a larger solid box with padding and shackles to restrain the woman. Clara is soon tied over the mounting box, ready. The helpers wipe her buttocks with the scent of a mare to drive the coming stallion into a sexual frenzy.

It takes three strong men to manhandle to powerful black stallion onto the stage and into position. It is clearly a foul tempered nasty brute. It’s nostrils flare as it smells the mare in front of it and it immediately tries to throw the men off as it tries to get to Clara and mount her. The woman stage helper gets ready, fearfully, to help the stallion get started.

Everyone hears Clara yell “UP THE ASS, UP THE ASS!”. The young woman just manages to line the stallion up with her ass hole in time as the stallion thrusts in hard, knocking the stage helper backwards as she clambers out of the way.

Clara is so doped up from the morphine and sexual arousal that the first thrust into her rectum immediately triggers a ferocious orgasm to erupt in her, even though the beast has torn her to get started. Her body still convulses in orgasm as the stallion drives half its cock inside her, causing her belly to swell and extend out from the size. Two more thrusts and the stallion drives itself to the balls. His cock is as long as a mans arm. Everyone knows that Clara is finished, but not Clara it seems. The crowd turns silent, usually it’s over for the woman already. Clara is still coming, her body almost instinctively humping the cock that has ruined her. Clara lifts her head, eyes vacant, and yells “Yes! OH GOD YES!” as the Black stallion pulverises her all the way to its balls. “DEEPER….deeper...deeper…Oh god I’m CUMMING!”. Finally, after three minutes, Clara goes silent and everyone knows that she is finished. For two more minutes the stallion fucks her motionless body before pulling out.

And so ends the story of Clara.