“Here we go. Chuckled Claudia, her eyes dancing with cruel delight.

An anguished groan came from the sobbing Mares as the Stable Maids unclipped the leashes from the girl’s clits. As they stood waiting, the large black balls on the ends of the frames deflated with a loud hiss and quickly took the shape of enormous 12 inch long dildos standing strait up, stiffly, from the seats of the frames. Now all was ready. The Stable Maids pushed the sobbing Mares foreword until they straddled the dildos and then made them squat down until their fat naked cuntlips spread over the top of the massive black knobs. In that lewd position, sitting on the top of those 4-inch diameter shafts, they were made to wait while Bilious came foreword and made a quick inspection. All the while, the Nuns and their companions, along with the rest of the audience, got a first class, ringside view of all the points of contact beneath that superb row of arses.

Bilious lifted his hand. Friends. He said. Allow me to explain a few facts to you. He looks over to where the 10 fat arses were hovering over the dildos.

These fine plump Mares have had, over the last few days, a number of special drugs administered to them. These drugs will induce in them; despite all their resistance, an extremely high response to sexual stimulus. Here the mob hooted, gleefully. Bilious continued. An ultra-high sensitivity of all their erogenous zones. Especially their nipples and clits. Remember these had already been made extra sensitive while being genetically enhanced. Their cunts, their G-spots, their innards. Special attention has been paid to their arseholes, Cheers from the mob. Rectums, Hoots from the crowd. Bowels and tripe’s. Jeers and catcalls. All will respond powerfully to sexual stimulus, even through shame and pain. As a matter of fact, with these drugs, pain will produce an even more spectacular response.”

Holding up his hand to silence the crowd, He points under the squatting Mares. You see that thick white stuff now running down the sides of the dildos like grease down a candle ? Well that’s Seminal fluid. Yes, the Sluts are already producing cunt-cream by the bucketful, so let’s get on with it.”

As the audience howls its delight, Bilious turns to the Stable Maids.

You girls may need your ridingcrops for this. He grins. Get the sluts right down on those dildos. Impale them to the root.”

The Stable Maids moved in front of the Mares and placing one hand on the weeping girls shoulders, they shouted their orders.

Get down on that Prick. Go on. Force yourself right down on it. Harder. Harder. Go on. Down more. Right down. Further. More. More.”

Crying and screaming in pain as they forced and stretched their highly sensitised cuntcracks down over the great girths of the huge dildos, the Mares squatted lower and lower. Still not satisfied, the Stable Maids began lashing down at the weeping young women’s defenceless breasts, much to the delight of the crowd, who from their position behind the Mares, had a great, uninterrupted view of the action taking place under the screaming girls rounded buttocks.

The Nuns, like all the other women in the hall, were shrieking in a sexual frenzy. Eyes blazing with lust, shouting obscenities and humping their cunts against the furiously plunging and twirling tongues of the lappers, they embraced their lovers and pumped the men’s pricks in their hot little fists.

Aaaah. Fuck ! Cried Claudia. I’m spurting more cream than those whores on the stage.

Within a few minuets, the Maids had impaled all 10 Mares right down on the dildos, to the hilt. This done, they pushed their weight down onto the bound bodies of the weeping young women while Bilious stooped down and examined each point of connection, to make sure all the Mares were firmly plugged and the preparations could continue. He stopped at three of the frames where an inch or so of dildo shaft was still seen protruding from painfully expanded pudenda. Adding his weight to that of the Maid’s, he pushed down, heavily, on the screaming girl’s bodies, until the full length of shaft was completely embedded in their bellies and their stretched cuntlips were pressed down hard around the crosspieces at its base. Satisfied that all was now ready, he signalled for the preparations to continue.

For a moment the only sound in the hall was that of the weeping girls sobbing. Then the Mares started to squeal in alarm, much to the amusement of the laughing Stable Maids, still holding them down firmly on the deeply embedded dildos. The Mares alarmed cries quickly turned to shrieks of fear. The crowd roared and applauded with cruel delight, as they realised that the big dildos were once again inflating into round balls, deep in the girl’s stomachs.

The Nuns too were shrieking, but with spiteful laughter. They watched as the Maids, knowing that the squatting Mares were now fixed fast to the frames, stepped away from the screaming girls, to allow the delighted throng to enjoy their agonised writhing, as the expanding balls swelled they’re guts.

By fuck ! Claudia cried, pointing excitedly towards the stage. Look at those big bellies. You can see them swelling up before your eyes.”

How those fucking whores must be feeling. Yelled Drusilla. And all four Nuns laughed with cruel delight as each of them orgasmed in the arms of their rutting lovers.

After a few noisy minuets, the Mares writhing stopped, the bitterly crying women were now all squatting down on the ends of their frames, their bodies firmly anchored into position by the hugely inflated dildos. Wrists strapped to elbows behind their backs, breasts thrust forward, their huge bellies grossly swollen as if they were all in the advanced stages of pregnancy, cunts stretched and dilated to an alarming 8inch diameter around the fully inflated shafts, the girls horrified shrieks had died away to a sustained moaning, sobbing and groaning, as they waited, fearfully, for the next stage to commence. They did not have to wait long.

At a signal from Bilius, the Stable Maids moved in on the Mares. Bending them forward, they hung the girls breasts over the chrome steel, handle-bar like support on the front of the frames and, gripping each girl by the ankles, pulled their feet towards their now hanging breasts, draped as they were over the tubes on the front end of the frames. From their pockets, the Maids took two 4 inch long lengths of strong thread with slip-loops at each end and quickly slipped the loops at one end around the girls big toes and the loops at the other end around the girl’s long, thick nipples. On the release of their feet, the Mares found that their big toes were attached to their breasts, forcing them to bend forward with their legs extended to the front, but with their knees bent out to the sides of their bodies to take the strain off their alarmingly stretched nipples and their breasts which were pulled over the front support bar. In this painful and humiliating position, the Mares lovely fat arses were thrust out at the audience in a most vulnerable and defenceless manner, with the leather loops hanging down from their belts, on ether side. As one last refinement, the Stable Maids reached under the Mares swollen bellies to where the sobbing girls big bloated clits protruded from their shockingly stretched cuntlips and deftly slipped a sharp toothed metal clip, attached to a short electric wire, onto the long, fat, blood congested stalks. This brought more cries of protest from the cruelly abused girls.

As the lustful mob jeered at the weeping, blushing Mares lewd poses there was another loud trumpet fanfare and from the wings marched a line of 10 strutting jockeys. The crowd applauded and roared its approval, while the terrified Mares struggled, franticly and vainly, to free themselves.

The Jockeys were all tall, muscular men, built like bodybuilders. They wore a variety of coloured caps and racing silks, which came down only as far as they’re waists. Below this, they were stark naked to the tops of their black riding boots. Standing stiffly against their muscled stomachs and bobbing up and down as they marched, could be plainly seen, their huge and magnificent pricks. Professionally licensed at 13 inches long and a shocking 5 inches in diameter, these superb tools of their trade, only differed from one another by their variety of shapes and colour. Covered in warty nodules or knotty vanes or both, each of these huge cocks was terrifying in their symmetry.

After arrogantly marching in front of the cheering audience for some minuets, the Jockeys marched around in front of the terrified Mares and lewdly exposed themselves to the popping eyes of the horrified young women. After gazing at the instruments of their fate for some short moments, the Mares once again started they’re fearful moaning. Two of them pissed themselves in public, there and then.

Prepare to mount. Bilius called, with a grin.

The strutting jockeys marched around to the Mare’s rears and took up position with each one facing his mount’s superbly rounded and defenceless arse.

Standing behind their Mares, the jockey’s took the opportunity to lean forward

and examine their lovely plump arses. Every thing was exposed to view. From the girls defenceless arseholes to their grossly dilated cuntlips. Chuckling, the jockeys exchanged ribald comments with the audience about the size of the Mares cunts, much to the amusement of the mob.

Oh! Why don’t they get on with it? Cried Gloria, as Marcus and Gaius Julius moved to take up position behind Maria and Drusilla.

As if he had heard her comment, Bilius raised his arm and pointed a starter pistol into the air. Mount. He bellowed above the din.

The audience fell silent as each jockey placed his left booted foot into the leather loop that hung down on the left, from the Mares belts, which now wrapped high on the groaning girls hugely swollen bellies.

Up. Bilius bellowed again.

The jockeys pressed their full Wight down on the looped stirrup and straddling the girls backs, swung their right foot over into the right-hand stirrup. Leaning foreword, the jockeys gripped the hair-bunches that grew from each side of the girls heads and, pulling back on them as if they were rains, stood up in the stirrups and, with their full weight, forced the Mares expanded cunts down onto the bases of the inflated balls.

Their heads thrown back, the Mares screamed to the ceiling.

Ready. Bilius shouted.

The jockeys crouched down over their mounts and the Stable Maids, taking hold of their mighty pricks, lined up the shafts and pressed the huge knobs firmly against the Mares defenceless arseholes.

Steady. Called Bilius, to a now hushed house.

The jockeys tensed they’re muscular buttocks, ready for the thrust.

CRACK.

Before the sound of the shot had died away, each jockey rammed his iron- hard shaft through his mount’s exploding anus and deep into her shit packed bowels. Heads thrown back, the Mares collective shriek drowned out the pistol shot and nearly lifted the roof. This was accompanied by a great shriek of cruel glee from the delighted audience.

The two younger Nuns, Maria and Drusilla, had climaxed at the sight, as their own bowels were shafted by Markus and Gaius Julius.

Fuck. Shouted Claudia, as Quintus sprayed his first discharge of the day over her naked breasts and belly. Did you see the shit spurt as they thrust in?”

Natural lubricant is always best for buggery. Laughed Brutus, as he kneaded Gloria’s big breasts.

Sweet Fucking Hell. Claudia laughed, pointing at the stage. Look at the speed of those buggerings.

She was rightly amazed. The Jockey’s great shafts pistonned in and out at full thrust and at an alarming speed. Plunging from knob to bollocks in the shrieking Mares ravaged intestines they reached the farthest depths of the girls bowels. At each inward thrust, gouts of shit were seen to spurt from between the shafts and the grossly distended lips of the Mares arseholes.

You are right, Quintus. Claudia laughed. They’ve all greased up, nicely.”

On stage, the Stable Maids were now standing in front of their Mares and were loudly encouraging the bitterly crying girls to Move that fat arse.”

And Come on. Clench your arsehole.”

And Buck back. Milk him. Faster. Faster.”

The weeping Mares, remembering the fate awaiting the winner, began franticly bucking their big arses back onto the swiftly plunging pricks of the sweating jockeys and attempting to milk the pistoning shafts by clenching their raped rectums even tighter around the great girths. The Stable Maids, on a bonus if they could succeed, urged the buggered girls on to greater effort by cruelly whipping their stretched breasts with their riding crops.

The sound of the bucking Mares crying and sobbing and even the sound of the ten huge pistoning pricks, plunging in and out of ten shit greased arseholes, could be clearly heard, even over the roars of the crowd, through cleverly placed microphones on the bracing frames. The laughing Nuns and their party heard every wet slurp and fart that was forced out of the raped girls ravaged bowels and with cruel delight cheered the sweating jockeys on, to even harsher treatment of their shrieking, franticly bucking mounts.

Suddenly, a jockey groaned through gritted teeth. Throwing back his head he bellowed and discharged a great wad of boiling spunk, deep into the sucking bowels of his sweat-steaming mount. Squealing with delighted relief the successful Mare continued clenching her buttocks around the softening shaft, even when her rider was collapsed exhausted over her back, and quickly milked the last thick gouts of clotted cream, out of his great dangling bollocks.

Well, that’s the first one. Cried Gloria, as Brutus kneaded her big breasts.

Even as she spoke, four more bellowing jockeys shot their wads of thick sex-snot deep into their Mare’s spasming, shit slicked bowels.

Yes, here they go. Laughed Claudia. Won’t be long now.”

Come on, boys. Screamed Drusilla. Ram it up them.”

Ho ho! Chuckled Quintus. There goes another two.”

As the next two sweating riders roared their finish to the crowd and pounded their discharges deep into their bucking Mares fat arses, the defeated jockeys extracted the long, softening shafts of their cock from their mounts still spasming turd-tubes. Then, slapping the successful Mares across their fat arses as they left, the finished jockeys walked through the curtains and disappeared at the back of the stage.

Working quickly, the Stable Maids released the successful Mares from their bindings and, deflating the dildos, helped the relieved and delighted girls to dismount from the bracing frames. Once freed, the Mares were lined up across the stage in front of the remaining racers. There, still weeping and holding their stretched and abused bodies, but happy in the knowledge that they personally were out of the running, they waited fearfully for the ordeal to end.

The last three Jockeys, mindful of their bonus, furiously and vigorously rode their shrieking mounts to the finish. Each rider, thrusting down hard in his stirrups, pounded his great, steel hard shaft in to the root, with every gut wrenching ram. Farts and spurts of shit were forced out of the bitterly crying girls grossly stretched and swollen arseholes as they desperately pushed their raped arses back to meet each thrust.

The seventh Jockey began to groan through clenched teeth. His Mount, the

sweating Negress, sensing his imminent climax, squealed with delight and moved her ravaged rump and clenching rectum furiously back and fore over his jerking, pistoning prick. He gave a yell and fired a great volley of clotted spunk deep into the girl’s pounded tripes, before falling foreword across her back. Now only two Mares remained.

As the seventh Jockey left the stage and his black mount was released and lead to the Mares line-up, the two remaining Mares, each realising that she could be the winner, frantically bucked their clenching arseholes back onto their Jockeys plunging shafts, in a frenzied attempt to suck out their sperm. The two Stable Maids, seeing the loss of their bonus, wildly lashed the Mares breasts with their ridingcrops, to spur them on to greater effort.

Come on, you slut. They shouted at their charges. Faster. Faster. You’re going to win.”

Furiously ridden by their Jockeys, their sweat soaked bodies steaming under the hot lights of the hall, their kicking legs stretching their swollen nipples to alarming lengths, their full buttocks clapping together as they franticly humped the swiftly thrusting pricks raping their bowels, both Mares shrieked hysterically as they raced for the finish. Frothing at mouth, cunt and anus, their tearful faces looking up to the ceiling as their heads were viciously pulled back by the braided bunches of hair at the sides of their heads, both girls were jeered on by the yelling crowd.

Suddenly, one of the galloping Jockeys threw back his head Oh, fuck! he yelled. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”And grinding his teeth, he shot a great spout of thick spunk into his mount’s spasming turd tube.

As the successful Mare laughed and sobbed with relief as she was released from the bracing frame, the last Mare broke down into shirking hysterics. Her victorious Jockey, his muscular body dripping with perspiration and still crouched over his mount’s full, fat arse, punched the air in jubilation. As the cheering audience shouted their delight at the out-come, the winning rider rammed his stiff and throbbing shaft deep into the screaming girl’s raped colon and with gritted teeth, kept his pulsing prick embedded in her big bum.

Now only the winning Mare and her triumphant Jockey remained on front of stage. The sobbing girl, still braced firmly on the frame and mounted by her rider, was crying, bitterly. To a cheer from the crowd, Bilius stepped up to the pair and held up a large and crystal clear glass cup to the audience. The din died away to silence as they all waited for the compare to speak. All that could be heard was the sobbing and weeping of the Mare.

Ladies and Gentlemen. Bilius cried, still holding the Cup on high. We have a winner, and this lovely slut will now be presented with her prize.”

One of the Stable Maids brought in a short pedestal and set it down on the floor before the weeping Mare. She then knelt down next to it and when Bilius placed the glass Cup on the stand, she gripped its base and held it steady, just about a foot in front of the tearful Mare’s lovely, horrified face.

There was a loud fanfare of trumpets and a Maid led forward the Mare who was the first to finish. Standing the girl before the Cup, the Made turned her and positioned her so that her round arse was towards the Cup and right before the tearful eyes of the winning Mare.

Squat. Bilius shouted, his voice booming in the silent hall. The standing girl obediently squatted down and thrust back her lovely bum until it hung above the crystal Cup.

The Winning Mare gazed in dismay at the rounded arse suspended just 12 inches before her lovely face.

Grip Buttocks. Yelled Billius.

The squatting girl put both her arms back and gripped a full cheek in each hand.

Spread wide. Bilius yelled, again.

The squatting girl pulled her plump arsecheeks apart and spread them wide open. There, revealed to all, but mostly to the popping eyes of the winning Mare, was her pouting, red-raw, swollen arsehole. Steaming and ringed with shit, it seemed to be puckering to the distraught winner, for a kiss.

Oh, fuck! Groaned Claudia, swinging herself off the couch. I have to change position. I need bugging badly.”

Me too. Laughed Gloria. These two sluts have the right idea.”

And the two older women took up similar positions as their younger colleagues. As soon as they were sitting on their lappers faces, Quintus and Brutus stood behind the women and thrust their throbbing cocks deep into their fluttering bowels.

On stage, the winning Mare was trying to turn her head away from the scene in front of her, but her Jockey, pulling hard on her bunched hair, kept her facing the Cup. She tried shutting her eyes, but she screamed as her Stable Maid sent a flash of electric through her congested clit.

Keep your eyes open and watch what’s happening. She was told. Or I’ll give you some more.”

Horrified, the weeping winner kept her tearful eyes fixed on the squatting girl’s bulging anus.

Strain. Barked Bilius.

A red blush of shame spread over the face and breasts of the squatting Mare,

at the gross act she was being forced to do in public. She glanced at her Stable Maid, who lifted her ridingcrop threateningly. Her pretty face turned a deeper red as she strained her bowels.

The winner saw the squatting girl’s red-raw arsehole bulge right out, peel open and with a wet fart, a great spurt of thick, shit streaked spunk squirted into the big glass Cup.

Ooooh! Squealed Drusilla. What a lovely Marbling effect on that spunk. It’s just like chocolate ripple milkshake.”

Well. Laughed Maria. After a buggering like they have had, their shit’s been beaten into a batter.”

As yours will be, by the time I’ve finished with you. Chuckled Markus, his mighty prick sliding in and out of the young Nun’s stretched anus.

You can be sure of one thing. Giggled Claudia, thrusting her ring back onto Quintus gnarled shaft. It won’t taste or smell like chocolate milk-shake. And they all laughed with spiteful glee.

Back on stage, amid wet, spluttering farts, the first girl had managed a few more copious spurts, before she was marched back into line and the second girl was led out to take her place. She, in turn, was made to squat over the Cup, spread her fat arse-cheeks and squirt out what her Jockey had so vigorously pumped into her.

The winning Mare was getting quite agitated. She had been told what was to happen to the winner. Even so, she could not believe it.

One after the other, the Mares were led up to the glass Cup. They all deposited a good wad inside. The audience, all mostly naked and indulging in an all-out orgy of sex, shrieked with cruel laughter as three of the Mares, two Blondes and the Neggress, plopped in a few little turds, for good measure.

Finally the last in the line of Mares was led to the crystal Cup. Turning her back to the audience, she thrust back her rounded buttocks at the sobbing winner and squatted down over the waiting glass. As they had been instructed, with her hands on her knees, the girl looked back over her shoulder at the horrified face of the Winner’. That pitiful young woman, her swollen belly still impaled on the cruelly inflated dildo and the great, stiff shaft of her Jockey’s throbbing, pulsing prick still embedded to the root in her ravaged bowels, her nose just 12 inches or so from the squatting girl’s swollen anus, struggled, feebly on the bracing frame.

Grip Buttocks. Called Bilius.

The girl obeyed’