Lady Virginia?s Enlightenment (Animal Sex)
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I looked at the card first.


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To xxxxx.. (This line was blank).

You are invited to the fifth annual Huntsman's Stag Evenings.

The Evenings entertainment will start at 6:00 pm with St Winifred's School Choir (age 11 to 18).

At 6:30 pm we will be treated to a gymnastics dance demonstration, again by girls from St Winifred's, this time year two (age 12 to 13).

At 7:00 pm the senior girls from Mrs. Sinclair's Dance Academy will perform classic erotic dances, including Can Can, Latin American, and Eastern Dance.

Anyone who has seen any of our previous evenings will know what a treat we have in store.

But I must remind everyone, that most of these girls are under the legal age and it is essential that everyone behaves with the utmost discretion. No touching. No foul language. No lewd suggestions. Photos and video are allowed, but you are legally responsible for any images that you take.

7:30 buffet will be served. At this point we must all make sure that all the girls are escorted safely back to their transport and are clear of the premises, before any adult action can take place.

8:00 we have various videos, some professional, and some very interesting ones produced by yourselves. I have included some recent ones featuring my own stallion Iceberg, and my Dane Titan. Unfortunately the face of the girl involved has had to be blurred to avoid recognition.

9:00 we have an adult dance troupe made up of six eighteen year old illegal immigrants, dancing is not their speciality, but I can guarantee they won't leave until everyone has been satisfied!

The last act is something special, it's the girl featured in my video with Iceberg. Although eighteen years old, she dresses, acts and looks about 13! She will give individual performances to suit your requests. So don't pig out too much with the dance troupe. The last event is a live repeat of the videos; this is a treat not to miss. Once again unfortunately, her face will be hidden by a mask.

Please reply by Friday next.

Yours the Game keeper.

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The letter that accompanied this invitation, read as follows.

Hi Virginia,
Hope your keeping well, and not too sore. You are without doubt the most impressive girl I have ever met. As you can see from the enclosed card, I have given you a big build-up, for your debut appearance. I really hope you are not otherwise engaged on that date, as I have still got the version of the video with your face clearly visible. I'm sure you won't let me down, and in return, your anonymity will be safe. Please call this number at 5:00 pm exactly today. If anything like a police visit should take place at my farm, I have friends who will spread your video far and wide, you will be truly famous. Please call me, you know it makes sense.

Yours the Game keeper.

I sat there with the letter in my trembling hands not knowing what to do. What would you have done? If I called the police, I knew I could take them to the farm, and I could recognise the farmer. But if as it appears he is part of a circle of friends, this would not stop them flooding the area with my unashamed performance with his horse. And could you imagine the press coverage of the rape of a Lord's daughter, who was videoed fucking a dog and a horse, seemingly of her own free will and enjoying it! I waited till 5:00 and rang the number.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Hello Virginia, I'm really glad you rang, said a voice that I didn't recognise, it wasn't the farmers.
You didn't leave me much choice, I said sarcastically.
Never mind. No need to sulk about it. Pause. The Game keeper wants to talk with you before next Fridays show. So get in that fancy car of yours and drive to the place where you broke down. Be there at seven tonight, on your own. That's unless you've got a female friend who likes fucking as much as you do.
I'm not sure exactly where on that road I broke down. But anyway I've already worked out which farm I was taken to, it would be easier if I just came strait there.
Well aren't you a clever girl. Ok. But don't come to the house, go strait to the barn and wait inside.
Ok. I'll be there at seven.
Cant wait to meet you. Bye till seven.

So it wasn't the farmer, but one of his friends, and from the noise in the background, it sounded like a public phone box. Anyway none of this mattered, what did matter was that I was going to go back to the farm again. Would I be fucked again, or did he really just want to talk. Who was I kidding, I was going to get fucked, and who ever that was on the phone, he would be there as well. God knows how many more friends he'll have with him. What could I do? Nothing! Except go and meet my fate! What should I wear? What did it matter, I can't imagine it'll stop on for long what ever I wear. But it would be a good idea to get some tissues, wet wipes, lubrication jelly, spare clothes, I couldn't think what else. I made a list, and dashed off to the village store.

On my way there I started thinking, what they will make of my list of items when I get to the village store. It sounds like the sort of things that a hooker would carry, but that's almost what I'd become! I changed direction, and headed to the nearest Hyper-Market where I though my purchases wouldn't attract any attention. They didn't, I got everything I needed, and headed home When I got home I collected my purchases, and put them all in a small case with a spare set of clothes, and put them in my car boot before my husband was due to arrive back from his afternoon at the gym.

He arrived in at 6:30, and as soon as he walked in, I walked out saying, see you later, I'm going to visit Pam, don't know what time I'll be back, don't bother to wait up, I was in my car and gone. I was too nervous to stop and talk to him so I'd decided the rush past was the easiest approach. I had already re-traced my steps within a couple of days of my first visit to that farm, I had found the little bumpy lane, and agonised about reporting the farmer and his workers for their night of lust. But even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I wasn't brave enough to go through with the notoriety that it would have brought. I had arrived at the entrance to the lane already, it was only 6:38, I was twenty minutes early. I didn't want to park up in case I was seen by anyone, and driving round was out for the same reason.

I went slowly up the lane, and pulled up outside the barn, it was still just about light, but the barn still held mixed memories. I got out, walked up to the big door, pulled it open, and walked in. The door shut of it own accord, with a bang, leaving me in darkness. The noise of the door had disturbed a horse somewhere the other side of the barn, it neighed, and clattered his hooves. I stood there motionless, the memories of that night flooding back. I fumbled aimlessly around the wall feeling for a switch for the lights, but gave up. As my eyes got used to the dark, I made my way cautiously across the barn to where I could hear the horses breathing.

I found the stall, ducked under the rope, and ran my hand along his body as I made my way to his head. I can't be sure whether he recognised me, but he gave the impression he was please to see me. I stood there patting and stroking his head, but curiosity got the better of me. My eyes were now fully adjusted to the light, and I leaned to one side to see if his member was visible. Visible! It was nearly touching the ground, and the steam was radiating around its entire length. My stomach started to churn, I was getting wet just looking at him. Why did I respond in such a way? Only ten minutes before, I was feeling sick at the thought of coming here. Now I was dribbling from both ends, my mouth and cunt, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off him.

The door opened, the light came on, and three men walked in, one I recognised as the farmer.
Hi. I see you didn't waste any time getting here, and it looks like your not wasting any time getting re-acquainted with Iceberg, he said.
I see what you mean dad, she is fit, said one of the men.
Virginia, these are my sons Jim, and Robert. Boys this is Virginia, not to be confused with virgin.
Hi Virginia
Hi Ginny
Hello, I replied.
Looks like Iceberg is ready for you, have you been wanking him? Said Jim.
I blushed, No. Course not.
I think you aught to let him fuck you, cos it looks like you've got him worked up, said Robert.
I stood there not knowing what to say.
It looks like she's too shy to answer, boys. Best just get her a couple of bales, Bob. Jim, you can tether Iceberg up properly, I'm sure she'll do the business once we get it set up for her.

The bales were place under the horse, and tethers were attached around his hind quarters. I just stood there silent watching them prepare my stallion.
Ok luv. Time to get your kit off and show us that cunt of yours in action, Bob quipped.
I did as I was told, hanging my clothes on the side of the stall. I slid under the horse, and suddenly thought, I should have used some KY, but it was too late now. I reached for his prick, and pulled it towards my cunt, as I rubbed it past my hole the stallion thrust, and in it went. I had been dreaming about this feeling night after night, and now it was real again. It was like heaven, I forgot about my audience, and went at him full steam; he did the same to me. It was passion like you've never seen, we were made for each other, I could tell when he was approaching his climax, and timed my own to coincide. It was perfect; his prick exploded out of my cunt, and squirted spunk everywhere. My cunt flowed with the spunk he had injected me with, I was ecstatic. I lay there for at lease five minutes, and then one of the men helped me out, and assisted me to walk across to a straw bale.

We expected to get a fuck out of you tonight, but I can't see that cunt being worth using again tonight, said the farmer.
No but her arse will still be ok, said Bob.
Yeh, I suppose so. I'm not really into fucking arses; it's too much like fucking boys. But if that's all there is available, I suppose it'll have to do, said his dad.
Are you ready to take us yet? Said Jim, looking at me.
Can I just have a couple of minutes to come round? I said.
Well all you've got to do is kneel over that bale. We're going to do all the hard work. Come on Bob, give us a hand to turn her over, replied Jim.
They didn't wait, but manhandled me into position, used the spunk (that was everywhere around my body) to lubricate my arse. Jim was away, a three minute wonder, it didn't seen worth his bother. Next up was his brother, and he wasn't much better. It was all over before I had a chance to get excited. Then the dad, this was good, I know it was my arse, but I was starting to appreciate how to get an orgasm anally. Don't get me wrong my cunt had the orgasm, but it is the result of an anal fuck. He pounded away using the full length, each stroke ramming his balls against my arse. I don't know how it's possible to be in so much pain and still enjoy it. I'm sure that pleasure and pain must be very closely related. All I do know for sure is that as he was cumming up my arse, I was climaxing, and the juice was running down my legs.

He left me slumped across the bale of straw, and went back to the other side of the barn to talk to his sons. I picked myself up, sat on the bale, and started wiping myself down with some straw. I got up and said, I won't be a minute, I'm going to the car to get something to clean myself up with.
Ok. Don't be long, we want to talk to you about Friday, said the farmer.
I returned with my case that I had prepared, and proceeded to get cleaned up, and dressed. Ok, what do I need to know about Friday?

Right, we need you to be here about ten. You won't be needed until everyone has had enough of the immigrants. When there finished with, we want you to arrive dressed in the St Winifred's school uniform, with a shortened skirt; we'll have that ready for you. You're to pretend that you are one of the girls from the school choir that sang earlier in the evening. You've come back to look for your ring, which you will tell everyone has slipped off your finger. We want to see plenty of crawling around on your hands and knees, looking under the chairs where the audience are sitting. We want plenty of asking if anyone has seen your ring, and also keep rubbing your inner thigh. When you are asked why you keep rubbing yourself, explain that you've been stung by nettles. You'll soon get a volunteer to rub you with a dock leaf. Once you're laid down and they start rubbing you, you can just let things take a natural course. You can fight, kick scream as you think suitable, the more the better. When they finished fucking you, you'll have five or ten minutes to get cleaned up, and re-dressed, then I want you to walk in with Titan. Walk him round a couple of times, and pretend to trip. He'll soon get mounted, and just let him have his way. There no point in getting cleaned up after Titan, we'll have Iceberg ready tethered and waiting so you can show off your expert horse riding skills. Make a good show on Friday and I'll never bother you again. I've also put in the program that your face will be hidden, I've got a thin rubber face mask that you can wear, but I'm afraid it will be hot with it on. It's up to you whether you wear it or not.

Do you really mean it that this will be the last time you contact me?
I wouldn't say it, if I didn't mean it.
How many men are you expecting?
Fifteen to twenty. You'll manage that easily. Most of then will have worn themselves out with the immigrant dance troupe, so it'll probably be more fumbling than fucking.
Do I have to take the dog? Won't it be good enough to just fuck your horse?
What's wrong with the dog?
I don't like the way he got stuck inside me, and then carried me about like a rag doll.
Well would it be alright if we make sure he doesn't get his knot up you?
What do you mean?
That was his knot at the base of his prick, once that's in; you're stuck onto him until his spunk's had time to penetrate. If we let him fuck you, but hold him back to stop the knot going up, then you'll be alright.
I don't know, will you be able to do that?
Course we will, you just let him shoot his first load up you, and then you can let him slip out, like you did with that terrier.
If I'm supposed to be walking him, and I trip, how is he going to get it in, without me taking off my knickers?
You'll be dressed like a little country urchin, short dress, and no knickers. Don't worry, he'll get in!. So we can take it that you'll fuck the dog?
Yes, ok.
Right we'll see you on Friday at about ten, don't be late.

Can I ask about the other things that are happening on Friday?
Course you can, what do you want to know?
Are the choir, gymnasts, and dancers real school girls?
The choir and gymnasts are, but the girls from the dance academy are girls from 12 to 20 years old, so some are still school girls some aren't.
Well how do you get the school and parents to agree to them dancing for a lot of middle aged perverts?
Well first my guests aren't perverts, there all respectable married men, leader of the local community. Second the girls won't be touched or interfered with in any way; it is just something to wet the appetite for what is to come later. We also sponsor the school heavily with equipment and we buy the girls choir costumes, and the gymnasts' leotards. But the main reason is that the woman, who is head of the art department at the school, is also the governor of the dance academy. She was foolish enough to get caught on video performing with a horse one afternoon, by some members of the local hunt. Like you she didn't want the video to become public, so she agreed to arrange these events so long as the girls don't get touched. Most of the girls are brought and collected by their parents, and they think they are performing for a charity event.
You've certainly got it all organised haven't you?
I do my best. You drive careful now, and we'll see you Friday.

Friday arrived, and as I opened the big barn door I could hear the laughing and joking going on at the end of the barn. There was a large area boarded to make a stage, girls were being fucked in all positions and combinations, I just stood and stared for at least five minutes, when the farmers son Jim came walking quickly towards me, Ah. You're here. Come on let's get you dressed, and find that mask for you. I was taken into one of the stalls, and given the school uniform, which I put on. No bra, and the knickers were thin cotton, very full fitting, but the elastic had been removed from the legs. They would obviously show my cunt as the gusset hung down and the legs were cut very large.

While we were waiting for the dancing girls to finish fucking, Jim showed me some images of photos that he'd taken with his new digital camera. There were lots of pictures, some of the girls' choir, some of the girls in various gymnastic poses, and some of the dance troupe doing their exotic dancing. None of the pictures were pornographic, but the ones of the gymnasts, and dancers, were certainly voyeuristic.

The fucking was coming to an end, the girls were gradually leaving the stage, and soon I would be expected to start my performance.
Jim said, Right I think there ready for you now. Wait a minute, what's that on your leg?
Where?
Put your foot up on that bale so I can see your inner thigh.
I lifted up my leg, and he suddenly produced a stinging nettle, and stroked it in-between my legs. That'll make it easy to pretend you've been stung.
You bastard, I said as I jumped away.

I made my way to the stage and climbed up on to it, my legs were starting to sting.
Excuse me, has any one found a ring, I think I must of dropped it earlier when we were singing, I said as I walked across the stage towards where the men were sitting.
The men all said that none of them had found the ring, and I got down on the floor, walking around on all fours. As I passed one of the chairs, a hand stroked across my bottom, I went to move away, but was held by a couple of the men who had got out of their chairs. The man sitting in the chair closest to me slid his hands inside my knickers, and rubbed my cunt. As he was rubbing I put one of my hands up to my inner thigh and started stroking. I was asked what was wrong, and I explained that I'd been stung with some nettles. At least six men got up and rushed outside to find a dock leaf. Within minutes they were coming back in, and I was being laid back on a straw bale, legs pulled wide open. They were spitting on the dirty old dock leaves, and rubbing them on my legs. Then there were two hands going inside my knickers, I shouted, Hey get your hands out of there, they took no notice. One hand was playing with my cunt, the other my arse. One man was kissing me with his tongue down my throat, this stopped me protesting. There was another man who had the front of my dress open and was sucking on my tits.

After a minute or so the hands were removed from my knickers, and I felt the familiar probing of a knob end looking for my hole. The man still had his tongue down my throat, so I couldn't see who it was going for my cunt, or make any protest. I could still feel that I had my knickers on, so they must have pulled my gusset to one side to give this man access. He was soon going up, and he had a reasonable sized prick. This was it, I was back in action, I don't know whether it was the pleasure of the fucking, of the affects of the dock leaves, but the stinging was soon forgotten, and I was heaving like a good'n. The fact that these men had only just finished fucking the dance troupe meant that this was going to be a slow, leisurely fuck, and that was the way I like it. We had been fucking for and least ten minutes, when someone said, All of us aren't going to get a turn at this rate, lets get her turned over, she can take us two at a time. As the man kissing me moved away, I was able to see the man that was giving me a fucking. I nearly died, it was Daddy! My own farther Lord Radelshome was fucking me. What was he doing here? Then I realised that I could recognise several other men, they were all members of my fathers hunt (my farther is the Master of the hunt in our county). Of course they didn't recognise me as I was wearing a mask.

I was soon straddling a man who was laid on his back, with someone pumping away at my arse, I suspect that must have been Daddy.
Come on luv open your mouth, I'm sure you can take three at a time. There I was being fucked from all angles, each time someone shot his load, they would pull out, and another man would take over. My arse and cunt were both dribbling with cum, I was being encouraged to swallow the cum that they shot in my mouth each time. I think that each man only had one turn a piece, and when they were all done, I was led away to get cleaned up.

Jim and Brian helped to strip me off, and then they picked me up to carry me to the tub. The tub wasn't a bath as I'd expected, but a horse trough, and it was freezing cold, they soaped me up, and washed me down. Then I was lifted out, dried and dressed in a short scruffy old Victorian Childs dress, no knickers, bra, or shoes. I was handed Titan's leash, don't forget you've got to stop him getting that knot thing up me. You promised, I said almost begging.
Don't worry, we won't let you down, said Jim. I turned and walked off towards the stage.

A cheer went up as I climbed the stage, and walked slowly across towards the audience. Titan was trying his best to get his head up my dress, as he had been all the way across the barn. I was holding his leash with one hand and slapping him on the head with the other. I was thinking to myself, one more lap of the stage, and then I'll trip over as requested. Then without warning, Titan brought himself round in front of me and made another nudge with his head, I tripped over his outstretched leg, and as I attempted to stand up he was on my back, and up my cunt. I was pinned to the floor standing on my hands and feet, legs stretched wide. I could feel him swelling inside me as he pumped away, and soon the big knot was knocking at my cunt door and trying to get in. I looked in vain for the assistance that had been promised, that would stop him getting knotted into me. I shouted for help but non came, and I could feel the knot making its inevitable progress, and my silly cunt was opening as if to welcome it. Ah! That was it, he'd got what he wanted, I could feel the prick pulsating inside me, but it was no longer stroking in and out, the knot was tied. Within a couple of minutes he was pumping his cum deep inside me, and now he was trotting round the stage all excited. Now as I feared he climbed off my back, still connected, and started dragging me around behind him. This was somehow more humiliating than the fucking. At the side of the stage I could see Jim with a bowl of food, and each time I was dragged past I would call for him to stop Titan. The dragging around went on for about a minute, and Jim came to the rescue, stopping the dog and giving him a bowl of food. Within seconds his prick shrank, and I dropped to the floor.

A couple of bales were stacked, and Iceberg was led onto the stage, and tethered to rings in the floor. Both Brian and Jim helped me across to the bales, and I slid underneath. I reached down between my legs, took the giant prick and slid it in. This was still as good as the first time, I can't explain why I like it so much, but I was soon sliding down the bales till he could reach the roof of my cervix. I knew I was going wild, and that I had an audience, that included my dad and a lot of men that knew our family, but nothing seemed to matter. Fuck me boy. Come on fuck me. Go on ram it in harder. Oh God! God were cumming. Oh yes. Yes. Oh aah! That was ggggggggggggreat.

I lay there while they took all the photo's that they wanted.
Turn over my dear. I think I can manage another fuck, it was my daddy's voice.
I didn't answer, or protest, as I was turned over and daddy once again rammed his quite sizable member deep into my arse. Daddy wasn't the only one to have second helpings, and I managed to cum several times during this final hour long session.
After they had all been satisfied, some sort of devil inside me gave me a perverted idea. I went up to daddy (remember he didn't know I was his daughter), and said, Please sir. Have I been a good little girl?

My dear. You have indeed.
Then please sir, can I ask you a favour?
Off course my dear, ask away. But mind you it doesn't mean I'll agree to grant the favour, he

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