The Perils vi -- choo, choo, baby
by Uncle Stav
The barn kittens were only the start of it. It got worse (or better, depending on how you see it) from there. One kitten had come to investigate the new animal whose head was through the wall. It became interested in the soft, smooth skin of the immense teat which was slung low beneath it. As it had done to some of the cows on occasion, it began to mouth the nipple it found for some remnant milk. One of its brothers noticed the heated sexual scent it was exuding and went looking for the source.
It was joined by its brothers and sisters, all of whom stood on the bale of hay between its legs and lay their soft paws on the creature's haunches in order to reach its gaping rear and taste its scent. They jostled each other repeatedly for position. As young as they were, they recognized this creature's strong sexual pheromone and were drawn to it like moths to a flame.
Karen wriggled back and forth, trapped as she was, and tried to avoid the tiny rasping tongues and soft padded paws of the kittens. It was a minute and drawn-out torture. The kittens were so delicate as they placed their tiny, nearly weightless paws on her voluptuous bottom. As each little feline passed beneath her, their soft fur gave a silky caress to her newly distending nipples. And their nimble tongues applied quick gentle lashings to her hugely swollen labia. She groaned as she felt her nether lips tingle and become freshly engorged with blood. At that point, she could tell that they had to be reddened and protruding rather rudely.
The kittens became more insistent and an occasional fine-pointed claw would drag down the back of her thighs as a kitten was pushed aside by its siblings. After only a few moments of the ticklish stimulation, Karen felt her cunny effuse with a thick dew. This, she noticed, only seemed to further ignite their interest. They began to actively dig their small faces into her divide in search of the wetness, and the struggle for control of her slippery gash intensified among the brood.
Karen's mind tried to register the knowledge that she was being devoured by small animals. Though she understood the oddity of the situation and recognized the depravity of her feelings, she was loving the unearthly sensations being provoked by all those little mouths.
As her body writhed and twisted to the extent its trap would allow, her mind drifted and separated itself from this confusion of feelings. In her present physical state, mind physically separated from body, it was easier for her to remember herself in a previous state.
She saw her own face looking back at her from her bedroom mirror, fixing her hair in the morning light. Her arms swung freely in front of her, unimpeded by any appendages on her chest. She was able to stand very close to the small mirror over her dresser. She spun and dressed with ease. Her size 8 jeans slid up over her lithe form. A tiny, white bra demurely cupped her nearly non-existent breasts and, with her arms held up, her blouse slipped over her sides in a smooth, straight drop.
She fluffed her hair out from the shirt collar and smiled at herself in the mirror, dipping her head in an endearing, self-conscious way. And then a tingling, excited sensation she had neglected crept up the inside of her thigh and into her crotch. She felt herself tense and gush with very real wetness. In the perception shared between her reality and her imagination, she felt her jeans become quickly soaked as she swooned and fell to the floor of her bedroom. And she kept on gushing into them. It felt wonderful and relaxing to wet them -- each wave of pleasure flowing further down over her legs.
Then something began to eat her jeans off of her, seemingly in quest of her moisture. She could feel the material being stripped away by numerous mouths, beginning at her ankles, working up over her calves, her knees and her thighs. She shuddered with anticipation as the mouths climbed slowly higher until the jeans were completely shredded and fell away. She found herself on her hands and knees now. She could feel the surprisingly warm air encircling her nakedness and then the hair, the fur, passing over her smooth buttocks. The sensation was magnified as the perception of her nakedness grew to match the reality of sensations she was receiving from the vast surfaces of her huge, bulbous ass.
She returned to reality with the sensation of now much larger and rougher tongues passing over her trembling lower regions. She stared out over the darkening landscape without seeing it. Her mind was in the barn -- she saw what she could, in fact, only feel.
These were goats. Their beards dragged after their lips and their teeth lightly grazed her soft flesh. Several large heads nuzzled her haunches, shoving each other aside. A horn nudged more solidly into her butt cheek and the physicality escalated. And then it suddenly stopped. She could feel the lips of her cunny opening and closing in the open air, gasping for attention. Much to her surprise, two hoofed feet fell onto her lower back. And an entirely different item wobbled and snaked itself between her parted thighs.
As the ram brought its trembling pike in contact with her nether lips, it pressed its belly over her rump. Karen had only an instant to identify the sensation, before the beast thrust its full length into her gaping pussy. She grunted with the impact of the goat's belly against her ass and the full acquisition of its penis into her depths. Instinctively, she clenched her vaginal muscles around the thin rod and she felt her insides tingle with the startlingly satisfying sensation.
She began to tingle all over, as if champagne was bubbling through her veins. The extended stimulation of the day had taken a toll on her and made her very susceptible to erotic sensation. Her body accepted the ram's advances without hesitation -- it would only put to rest the need that was growing in her like a fire.
The ram began to pound itself into her mercilessly, provoking tiny flashes before her, like stars blinking in the evening twilight. With its powerful thrusts, she was being pushed by increments more snugly into the jagged hole in the barn wall. Gasping for breath in the rhythm of its onslaught, she slowly drifted out of consciousness.
Throughout the night, she shivered through an endless string of conscious and unconscious orgasms as her privates were unceasingly assaulted by creatures both great and small. For a while, the small tongues returned to replace the large animals. The piglets returned to suck insistently upon her tits, tugging and drawing on them until she thought she actually might produce milk. And then the fucking recommenced as pigs, dogs, goats and something else like a goat -- a llama perhaps -- returned to have their way with her in turns. She became so attuned to the sensations and so agitated by the sexual provocation that she had become a sexual tuning fork. Each flick of a tongue and tug on her nipple caused her to orgasm. Every thrust of the wild barnyard cocks made her clench and gush with new excitement. In turn, her effusement only provoked a more amorous clamoring amongst the collected animals.
She awakened again as dawn began to glow on the wooded horizon before her. Her hair hung down around her face, dampened with the cool dew of the early spring. Her head and shoulders were chilled in the evening air, while the rest of her body was flushed and damp with a mixture of sweat, her own love juices and the saliva of animals. She felt light-headed and weak, almost certainly owing to the workout her privates had been put through during the long night.
Karen took note of a break in the activity behind her. Something had just finished with her and as it retreated she breathed a sigh of relief. She felt abused and worn. Her privates ached as she adjusted herself and tested her position again for a chance of release. A warm glob of excess semen gushed out of her and ran down the backs of her legs. She found herself even more tightly jammed into the hole in the wall than she remembered, and several sharp splinters of wood were sticking painfully into her sides.
Suddenly a monstrous weight was brought down upon her back, forcing the breath from her and pushing her chest down onto the broken planks of the barn. The pressure was enormous and she was forced to fight to gain a breath. Behind her, a thick, fuzzy club was dropped heavily into the cleft of her ass. It lay there hot and pulsing for a moment as the animal positioned itself. She could feel its huge belly and ribs on her back. This was something much larger than any of the others.
The great animal cock slid down across her asshole, making her shiver for a moment. Its great head rolled like a hot apple down her crevice. It slid over the soaking wet passage to glory, dipping itself temporarily into the cushiony folds there. Karen gasped at the sheer size of it and the tickle of hair at the end of it, but could draw no air into her lungs. When it had traveled the extent of her loins, it fell out below her and bounced up to slap against her tummy. The animal pressed itself against her crotch; its cock seemed to her like a heated steel pole that had just been pulled from a fire.
She felt the animal's cock withdraw again, the length of it dragging over the protruding thumb of her clitoris. She shivered involuntarily and felt her abdomen tense until it ached. With surprising deftness for its size, the animal brought the hard, blunt head of its cock into direct alignment with Karen's pussy and pushed, embedding the bulbous head of it just inside her engorged labia.
“Oh... oh, I don't think that's going there!” she thought to herself. She was amazed that it had been able to make it past her outer lips at all. But her lubrication was profuse. Its size shocked her, however, and it felt as though it were jammed tight, perhaps unable to be removed.
Her thickly padded passage was amply filled with the fuzzy tip of the animal's cock. It was at least the size of a large red apple and she could feel it pulse in her entryway, expanding and contracting as though it were breathing.
“Oh... oh... oh!” she grunted to herself with each pulse of the animal's heartbeat. “Stop there... that's plenty... that's enough...” she thought to herself. “You won't get any moOOOrre...”
With one smooth, powerful move, the animal artfully slung the entirety of its immense bulk into a momentous upthrust, and Karen found that she was mistaken. The animal forced itself quickly past her folds and gained entry to at least 8 inches of Karen's quim.
She tensed at the invasion and hung suspended, clutching tightly to the animal's rod. It had all but lifted her completely off the floor. She slowly relaxed to accommodate the incredible girth wedged within her. With repeated short thrusts, the giant cock gained more depth -- she felt like it was slowly prying her open to a depth she'd never before experienced.
Karen felt like her inner structure had been pushed apart and she was being rearranged inside. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream. Her face was red from the immense pressure the animal was exerting on her, seemingly from all sides. But the walls of her vagina flushed with joy at the stretching tension they were experiencing. She was surprised to feel moisture running out of her and out over the remainder of the animal's cock.
She felt the animal withdraw slowly, somehow loosening itself from her enough to lower her to the floor again and ease its crushing weight on her long enough for her to hurriedly resume breathing. With air in her lungs, Karen issued forth a string of guttural exclamations that would have made the bull itself blush if it could have understood her. Karen shocked herself with her own language, and with the urgency with which she urged the bull on in its efforts.
Its cock remained lodged in the entry to her pussy and stirred there before it steamed back into the well-prepared cleft. It dove through her like a knife, belying the enormity of the task of forcing its bulk through her snug, but willing flesh trap. Karen could do little in her position but accept it and scream out, “Oh, FUCK!... YES!!!.
Her muscles were stretched beyond reckoning. She couldn't have stopped it or even slowed its progress. But her pussy glowed from within with an intensity that she'd never known. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was terrifyingly exciting. So many nerve endings were being stimulated at once that she felt the most complete ecstasy she'd ever known.
With each repeated thrust, more and more of her inner flesh was awakened and stimulated. She could feel her entire body flush with a wave of sensation with each urgent charge of the gigantic member. What she neglected were the sounds of the planks beneath her creaking, until they snapped and gave way. The momentum of one of the bull's immense shoves flowed right through her and carried her out into space. She was five feet out of the wall before she felt herself falling. Beneath her, she saw only twenty feet of misty morning air and the darkened mud below.
When her eyes fluttered open again, only briefly, she felt herself spread-eagled in a thick bed of mud. It surrounded her completely, Her legs were submerged in it, but her upper body was depressed into it as if she'd fallen back into a thick bank of snow. Her tits rose up into the morning sun, the still extended nipples standing straight up atop the humongous masses. Beside her, and out of her view, lay the prize bull of one farmer Steadlow. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth in the slumber of peaceful death, its neck broken in the fall. Its enormous penis pulsed beside it in the mud for a moment, raising itself up admirably once or twice before finally falling still.
When Karen next opened her eyes, she was looking up at the ceiling joists in Mr. Steadlow's basement. She was still on her back, but inclined at about a sixty degree angle. Her arms were extended up over her head. As she stirred, she found that both her wrists and her ankles were secured to whatever surface she was laid out on. She pulled on the clasps and tested them, but found that there was very little leeway for her to move. They were tight and secure. This worried her more than a little, but there was no one in sight who would pose her an immediate threat.
Her next realization was that she felt clean and dry. And she was covered with some type of dress or drape. For someone who had spent the last day naked in the woods and in the intimate company of animals, it was a considerable comfort. Her hair was pulled up off of her face and neck, but she couldn't determine how it was being held aloft.
Her third realization was that she had not returned to consciousness without provocation. There was a low rumbling and a shooshing noise coming from across the room. She felt oddly excited or nervous; her nerves were trembling slightly.
As she glanced downward and to the side, she watched a small toy train make the bend in the track nearest her on a vast miniature landscape. She felt a sudden small jolt of electricity course through her and cause her to tense up. It was a low dose of electricity to be sure, but it was enough to sting a little and shake the sleepiness out of her head.
“Jeez, what was that?” she muttered to herself. She watched the train round the platform and head for a tunnel. It was a cute little landscape, she thought to herself, with little houses and people, trees, and a waterfall… “Oh, oooOH!” she cried as she was hit with another electric jolt.
Neither jolt had been much more than a static charge, but being hit twice had her searching for a cause. As the train emerged from the tunnel, she watched it again approach the bend nearest her with more than a little trepidation. It seemed to have picked up some speed and its little wheels were churning with furious precision. It met the bend more quickly than she thought it might and as it passed, another zap of electricity coursed through her.
This time she noted that the jolt originated somewhere in her chest. Though covered with a thin white sheet, her breasts projected out before her like the mighty Alps under a blanket of snow. The sensation coursed over her breasts and around her ribcage, causing her to contract the muscles in her chest and through her shoulders.
While she evaluated this effect, the train quickly passed into the tunnel at the back of the tabletop landscape and Karen was struck with another, even more stinging shock that made her clench her abdomen and her buttocks. She noted that her pelvis and her buttocks were clenched so hard that the contraction pushed her up a bit on the board to which she was strapped.
She began to feel some soreness in very specific areas, though she was very reluctant to acknowledge that these areas were being targeted. It just couldn't be. As the train rounded the bend once more, she waited for her suspicions to be answered. Sure enough, her nipples began to tingle with a stinging energy which radiated outward into her breast flesh and across her chest. She flinched and then bit her lip, hating the fact that she'd been right. But the worst part, at that moment, was knowing now where the next jolt would strike.
The train proceeded quickly toward the tunnel, but the seconds ticked by slowly for Karen as she anticipated the inevitable. She watched it pass under the arch at the end of the tunnel and held her breath as the jolt hit her right in her pussy. More accurately, it bit directly into her poor clitoris. The sting lasted for a moment and lessened in time for her to prepare for the next round in what was becoming, she thought, a rather tedious game.
“Hey, what is this? Do you think this is ffuuuunn....aaakkk!” (nipples again).
“Sheesh, is anybody there? This hurts, you know!” she said, taking a surprisingly forceful tone for her. “I mean, electric sho.... ahh, shit!” (clitoris again).
Her thighs trembled from the electrical charge. She was tensed and up on her toes, every muscle in her long legs extended to its fullest. Her breathing became more rapid and her eyes traveled down to the apex of her bosom, where she knew to expect another shot in short order.
When it came, she watched with a certain degree of horror as the tops of her breasts bounced upward a little toward her face. No doubt it was the musculature within, that incredible infrastructure which held the damned beautiful things aloft, that was being coerced to move with the electrical energy. She felt, though could not see, two small, toothed clamps attached to the base of her nipples and wired to the train track.
Similarly, she noted some distinct contractions in her protruding clitoris and her ever-bloated labia with the train's next passage through the tunnel. Her clitoris was truly the size of a man's thumb and at its supernatural scale, it possessed enough nerve endings to produce a supernatural reaction when provoked. The electric charge was being delivered directly to the base of this bundle of nerve endings through another small clamp, also wired to the track. The fat, smooth lips of her pussy were constantly in a dramatic pout these days and, at this particular jolt, she felt them grow even further, pushing outward a little like rising bread dough.
It was then that she also noticed her nipples also beginning to extend themselves out into the draping. With the next jolt, they rose even further and poked stiffly into the cotton fabric.
“Oh, no. Hunh-unh! Aw, c'mon, not now!” she spoke mostly to her own body.
She began to emit grunts at the onslaught of each jolt, while watching the involuntary activity in her tits and feeling the agitated wiggling in her pubis. Though she knew what to expect, each jolt surprised her with its intensity and with the lasting tingle it left in the offended target.
Suddenly, a large, full-length mirror walked into the room. More accurately, it was carried into the room by someone who concealed himself behind it. Karen was pretty sure it was a man, judging by the fingers that extended out over the front of the glass.
“Hey... hey there! Um, what is this supposed to... uunnhh! Um, what are you doing? Listen, you've got to let me goOO!”
The mirror was placed directly opposite her and leaned against some shelving with some canned fruits and vegetables. A man emerged from behind the mirror and headed towards a doorway leading to more of the basement.
“Hey! Hey? Why won't you answer mmeeEE?!”
The man appeared to be in his thirty's. He had on overalls with no shirt under them. His bare back appeared muscular and tan, but he held his head of dark hair low so as to hide his face. Karen took note of the fact that he walked a little hunched, as though he were unsure of himself or he lacked confidence. She knew the look well, as she had carried it for years.
Thinking of herself momentarily brought her to look into the mirror before her. It leaned against the shelving maybe six feet in front of her affording a full view of what she had been unable to see until now.
Behind the gigantic white swell of her chest, Karen was clearly and unmistakably made up to look like the Bride of Frankenstein. She was leaning slightly away from the mirror, and at that angle, her breasts jutted upward from just under her chin. But she could plainly see herself in full monster makeup from the movie. Her body was concealed as best as could be expected under a full-length white sheet. Her face was made up with dramatic, dark makeup, including the eyebrows that extended up onto her temples. And most shocking of all was the hairstyle, which had been pulled up off of her forehead in a waving pattern and stood on its own high over her face. She even had the two “thunderbolt” streaks of white extending upwards from her forehead. She gasped and watched as her black lipsticked mouth formed a wide “O.”
When the next charge caught her again in her tits, she could see how her breasts leapt up slightly, partly obscuring her face, and bounced independently before settling down again. As they did, the next jolt caught her dead in the clitoris. And while she couldn't see it beneath the sheet, she could feel the hapless bud wiggle about and she watched the sheet tremble with her entire body's convulsion.
She noticed the man out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to see him back up towards her. When he reached the table where the train was displayed, he reached down to a small black box, adjusted a small lever and walked away again, never revealing any more of himself to her. Karen heard the train begin to accelerate, as the shooshing sound picked up in volume and the churning of its tiny wheels became more frantic.
Immediately, her tits were hit with a larger jolt of electricity. She arched her back and watched as her chest leapt up about six inches in response to the charge.
“Uuuunnnnngggghh! Oh, man!”
“ooohhhhh...” she began to moan, in anticipation of what she knew would come next. Without delay, the train rang laid the charge on her clitoris and she convulsed, throwing her hips out and quivering there for a moment before falling back to the board. There was very little interval between the shocks now; she was almost immediately throwing out her chest again with the next jolt.
And so it went for the next few moments. Karen couldn't even raise a protest, as she was being constantly pulled in one direction or the other. Her body alternately tensed its upper and lower half and fell into an anticipatory rhythm in sync with the cycle of the train.
Eventually, it slowed again. Looking beside her, she saw that the man in overalls had reemerged from the doorway and had slowed the train with the controls. It soon came to a stop as it emerged from the tunnel.
“Unghh!” Karen sighed with pent up tension. “Oh God, thank you! Oh man, that's too much!” She noticed him tinkering rather seriously with the cars on the train and noticed that he wasn't completely hiding his face.
“Pleeease let me down now, will you? This is pretty uncomfortable and I'm sort of tired of this now, OK?” She knew she was lying and she was bothered by it. It bothered her that her tender parts were now very tenderized and maybe even somewhat burnt, but she was even more bothered by the fact that the shocks had actually begun to feel pretty darn good. Her nipples were at full staff and were still tingling like mad. Her clitoris seemed to be turning and writhing on its own, sending all kinds of delicious sensations through her crotch. But she was willing to lie to get out of the situation.
The man seemed to not hear her. But he was very interested in the train cars. He seemed to be adding more cars to the line, if she wasn't mistaken. She ventured to make contact. His silence was spooking her.
“Um, can you let me out now? I, um, need to stretch... I'm getting awful tired and sore.”
She decided to get direct. “What's your name? Do you live here? I'm sorry if it seems like I was trespassing, but I have an explanation.” God, did she really want to explain how she'd gotten there? On second thought, she hoped he wouldn't take her up on that one.
He was reassembling the line of cars one by one and pushing them ahead on the tracks. As he added another car, he pushed the rest forward a little. Karen noticed that some of the cars now had small aluminum tabs sticking out from the sides. Every other car had a tab on the side and as he pushed them forward, the locomotive came to the bend in the tracks and the tab on its side made contact with a small post at the edge of the track, triggering the electric charge.
The novelty had worn off by now, but it still made her jump. And suddenly her mind put together the pieces of the puzzle of the reconstructed train and she began to panic. If the locomotive tripped the charge, all the others would...
“Hey, wait! Wait a minute! No, no, no, you can't do this!”
He attached the final car, the caboose, and reached for the controls.
“No, no please, don't!”
He gave the train some power and it lurched ahead a little. The tab on the third car made contact with the post.
“Oh, c'mon... ple...aaaaahh! Aw, god, don't do thi... unnh!”
The train rumbled by slowly, giving her the slowly tripping impact of numerous little charges. It picked up speed as it cleared the bend in the track and careened toward the tunnel.
“Oh no... oh, no... oh no... na... na... na... na... na... nnaaaaagh!!”
She was panting and fighting for breath as she gave a pleading look to the man and, for the first time, caught his eyes. He looked at her with deep, sensitive eyes that seemed to hold all of the world's loneliness. His face was a little stubbly with maybe a day's worth of beard growth. And his black hair was mussed and a little unkempt. With his overalls on, he made the picture of a big kid. She actually felt herself gravitate to him. He looked aside and down a little, a very endearing move that provoked Karen's sensitivity, but he couldn't look away completely.
He watched the apprehension growing in her face and then watched her throw her head back, bite her lip and wince. Her huge tits leapt up underneath the sheet a number of times as the train passed the other contact post. Watching the sheet bounce up and down was mesmerizing, but then he realized that he was missing out on something.
Karen watched him approach, thinking that she may have gotten through to him with her plaintive look. Maybe he was coming to disconnect her from the diabolical torture device.
But he grabbed the bottom of the sheet and began to lift it up over her. Karen herself had to look away, as her pelvis was twitching through another serious of jolts and he had his face positioned right in front of it. He continued to raise the sheet up and out over her humongous breasts and a sly grin creased his face.
He tucked the sheet in behind her shoulders, being careful not to brush against her protuberances. It was a long reach. Then he stepped back to watch the activity on Karen's chest with the next series of charges.
Her tits leapt even more wildly this time without the deterrence of the sheet to hold them down. They jumped up and bounced erratically like giant mounds of jello being shaken in a bowl.
Karen was embarrassed beyond reckoning. Not only was this man rather boldly (especially for as shy a demeanor as he presented) staring at her nakedness, but he was bearing witness to a bizarre, uncontrollable manipulation of same attributes. And she had no way at all to prevent him from doing whatever he pleased.
When she could bring herself to look at him again, she watched him stare straight ahead at her boobs with wide, child-like eyes. His face was blank and his mouth was open in simple fascination. But his hand was seeking a way to foster the experience as any man might and inevitably would.
He rubbed his hand over the crotch of his overalls and inner thigh. As Karen continued to flop and wince and jiggle in torturous electrification, his hand passed repeatedly over himself, now passing from the center of his crotch out to the area of his right hip, or front pocket.
Karen shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind. Her nipples had elongated to their fullest and shook and bounced on the ends of each bouncing balloon of tit. Her poor clitoris felt like it would tear itself away from her body, it shook so violently. Her pussy lips were fat and squirming between her open legs. When she felt a trickle of her own juices run down the inside of her thigh, she silently wished that she was able to reach down there and touch herself. She'd give anything right now to touch herself like he was touching himself.
“Man, he's really working that thing over,” she thought. Observing the strange side to side motion he was applying, she thought, “How does he have that thing packed in there?”
Seemingly in answer to her query, she noticed his fleshy rod pop out of the gap at the side of his overalls. As she could recall, overalls buttoned down the side at the hip as well as the fly, and that's where his dick decided to find the light of day. He seemed not to notice and kept on with his self-manipulation.
He watched her -- she watched him. She writhed with agitated pleasure as the electricity coursing through her erogenous zones ignited her into a white hot victim of pleasure. He stared at her wildly bouncing flesh and the animated expressions on her made-up face, continuing to rub the length of his cock through the rough material of his overalls. It wasn't until he gazed into her eyes, that he realized that she was just as enamored with the sight of him. Her eyes were aimed directly at the hand rubbing on his cock. More specifically, they stared at his pants pocket. It was then that he looked down and realized that he was exposed and ducked through the doorway at the far end of the room.
“Jee-zus!” Karen thought to herself. “That poor, sweet man is... unnh! unnh! unnh!... he's got a really, really big... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh!... man, what a COCK!!”
“Hey, wait!” she called after him. “You don't have... unnh! unnh! unnh!... you don't need to ru... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh!... c-come back!”
Her mind was alive with visual estimations. “If that thing stuck clear... unnh! unnh! unnh!... out the side, imagine how far it would... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh!... go straight out the fron... unnh! unnh! unnh! God, it must be gigantic!!”
She found that her thoughts fed her sensations. The next wave of clitoral charges had her dizzy and reeling with ecstasy. When her nipples were hit, she found herself swaying her immense chest out as if she might find him with it. Her sexual need took on a desperation when she felt the first full spurts of love juice fly out of her quim and wash down her thighs before splashing at her feet.
“OooooooOOOOOOhHhhh, please come back farmer-man!” she bellowed. “Oh, god, I need you! Oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh! And I can see you there!!” She'd noticed his shadow in the doorway. He must have been able to peer past it in the dark and observe her. But she could see the shadow of his fist on his huge dick. A part of her knew that he was not so impervious as he had originally pretended. He was interested and in a “big” way.
“Oooohhh, let me see it! Pleeeaase!” She was amazed at her own lewdness. “It looks so nice... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh! But I can't see it very we... unnh! unnh! unnh! Oh, it looks sooo very nice!”
Encouraged by her throaty calls, he let it stick out into the light where she could see it.
“Oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh! Oh, yeesssss! Oh, it's beauti... unnh! unnh! unnh!... beautiful! It's so big!... so hard... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh! Aw, shit -- it's hard like fuckin' STEEL!!” That last part tore out of her lips without her control.
“Bring it... unnh! unnh! unnh!... bring it here. Oh, please bring it... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh! Bring that fuckin' thing h-here... unnh! unnh! unnh!... you big-dicked mother FUCKERRRR!!!... oonnnh!”
Her electrified passion was bringing out an anxious, impatient crudeness in her. Her lewd talk was bringing out a much deeper passion. She felt like she was on the verge of cumming, but couldn't. The stimulation was enough to escalate her but not enough to flip her breaker switch.
She began a desperate chant, “Oh, I need it... unnh! unnh! unnh! Oh, I need you... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh! Oh, I need it... unnh! unnh! unnh!”
Her chant worked its magic quickly. He stepped out of the doorway with a handful of one of the biggest, fattest cocks she'd ever witnessed. It wasn't in a category with the Great Dane's as far as length was concerned, but it was easily as thick. And at a very fulfilling (and eye-catching) eleven and a half inches, it was nothing to sneeze at.
Her greeting for her masturbatory friend was “Boy, you are... oonnnh! oonnnh! oonnnh!... hung like an animal!” As soon as it left her lips, she realized the irony of the phrase, in light of her recent time spent “down on the farm.”
Through gritted teeth, the Bride of Frankenstein ordered him to “G-get over here!”
So he walked to her. Actually he waddled over to her, his pants at his ankles and his fist sliding provocatively over his prodigious cock. He took his time to enjoy the growing spectacle before him. The Bride's body was in full sway, rocking and leaping to the extent that her bindings would allow. Aside from the involuntary jerks the electrical stimulation continued to provoke, she had begun to grind her entire body about in search of some means of achieving satisfaction.
It was the single most sexually exciting experience he'd ever had. And he hadn't even touched her yet -- at least not in any kind of sexual way. He'd enjoyed cleaning her up after her fall from the upstairs part of the barn. But he had no inkling then, even as he passed a wash rag over her massive, voluptuous flesh and applied makeup to her beautiful face, of the level of sexuality this girl could reach. He approached her now with devotion, as to a gothic goddess of love in the flesh.
“Stick me with it! Ram it in me!” she screamed between the alternating jolts. She was at a fever pitch and the man was a little too devotional for her purposes.
He was a little put off at first by the volume of her pleas. He was a private man and thought he could conduct this whole thing without direct conversation, let alone direct contact. But the Bride's voice was his siren's song. She held her head high, looking down on him. Her eyes were wide open in a startling stare, pleading with him -- ordering him. And he obeyed, placing the fat round head of his dick directly between the lips of her cunt with an audible “squish!”
The Bride began to hum. It seemed to come from deep within her and simply exit through her mouth. It was a low, flat hum that was similar to the hum of an electric engine. She opened her shocking eyes momentarily and beckoned him silently to proceed.
He pushed half of his cock into her with one lunge. He could feel the awesome clamp of her womb compress around him as he pushed by, prying her open with his rigidity. She opened her black lips and screamed -- a blood-curling scream that instantly gave iron and purpose to his immense cock. He felt a flow of liquid gush from her cunt and run over the remainder of his pole and down both their thighs. The profuse lubrication alone allowed most of the rest of his cock to slide its way home.
The Bride opened her mouth again, this time in a silent scream. In that moment, she was the perfect realization of his complex fantasies -- she was better than the movie and a far better reenactment than he could have ever imagined.
Goose bumps raised up from the skin over her entire body. She began to shake and convulse from head to toe. Her provocation had been so extended and tantalizing that she could bear no more. She shook violently before her meek master, vibrating over his rod like a massage tool. Once again, Karen began to see stars behind her tightly closed eyelids and reached out for her immense lover.
Her power was unimaginable and the farmer was dumbstruck to see the board to which she'd been strapped splinter and fall apart. It was relegated to shards in an instant. His highly tormented lover, seeming the true “Bride of Frankenstein,” then wrapped her arms around his neck, mashing her full lips over his and smothering his chest with her bloated breasts.
They fell together to the floor, the “cape” of the white sheet fluttering behind her.
The next thing he knew, he was on his back staring up at the ceiling. The Bride was smearing the black lipstick all over his face and her own, but her mouth possessed his entirely. Her tongue was deep into his throat. His arms were pinned to his side by the immense tits. She mashed them flat over him, covering him from shoulders to waist in a heavy, warm, pillowy embrace.
Karen drove her cunt down onto his cock with a vengeance. Each thrust brought about the relief she'd so desperately wanted. The train kept on chugging around the track, zapping her with new stimulation which eventually became more of a nuisance than an encouragement. She sat up and plucked the metal clips from her nipples, feeling them ache with the release of the painful pinch.
The Bride grabbed both nipples and massaged them between her fingers. She leaned over him again, a glow of white light behind her high hairdo and a wide-eyed look of sexual obsession on her commanding face. Ordering him to “kiss it and make it all better -- it hurts like hell!,” she fed one of her nipples into his mouth. It extended into his mouth like a thick finger. He closed his lips over it and applied as much suction as he could, as the remainder of her breast was mashed over his face and his world went dark.
Then she raised herself up a bit, removing her clitoral clip with care, knowing that with its removal would be followed by a painful ache. She slammed herself down over the farmer's steely rod again to relieve it. As she relished the sensation of her clit tightly hugging the base of his cock, his rod pulsed within her and a sudden, twisted revelation came to her. She slung the clip and its cord around behind her and found the farmer's balls jutting out from under her ass. Seeking the appropriate spot without the benefit of being able to see her work, she deftly attached the clip to the stout muscle directly under his enormous ball sack. Just in time, the clip fired repeated nasty jolts of electricity directly into the farmer's loins, which went as rigid as iron and expanded to a previously unknown dimension within her. She could feel it pulse with each electrical message from the contact of each tiny train car.
“WhoooooHOOOOOOOO!” shouted Karen at the blessing of this sudden electrified bloat. She threw her head back and sat upright, yanking her nipple from the farmer's mouth as her huge tits were thrown wildly into the air. With renewed vigor, Karen endeavored to drive the farmer's cock so deeply into her that it might never be retrieved. She rode him like a jockey, convulsing occasionally from rhythmic charges she could no longer have been receiving, but to which she reacted nonetheless.
The train rounded the track again, struck its mark within the tunnel and the farmer again went rigid. Karen was jolted upright and gushed a new flow of her juices over the farmer's balls and thighs. This was just too good for her to believe. But as she reached for the table's edge to brace herself, she found a way to make it even better.
The small lever on the control box had a good bit more leeway to exercise, she found. She pushed it to its limit and heard the train accelerate to blinding speeds around the track. She pulled her breasts apart so as to gaze between them and waited for his inevitable reaction. She saw the panic in his eyes as they began to well up with tears.
“Wait for it... it's coming, baby” she assured her companion, “and it'll be goooooooood!”
The train dove into the tunnel, the violent sparks traveled the tiny electrical cord, and the farmer's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. His cock expanded in a manner that caused him to fear it would burst. It lengthened within the Bride's pussy to a depth of thirteen inches (if anyone had been able to check such a thing at the time). Looking upward through the cavernous depths of her cleavage, he would swear that he saw an ominous flash of lightning in that moment that shed an eerie light over her face. In his gut-wrenching pain and to his horrific ecstasy, he saw his day of reckoning before him. It came in the personage of a wild-haired sexual dynamo alight with the charge of passion he himself had stoked.
Karen's considerable mass was somehow driven high off the floor by the farmer's arching back and his equipment lurched deeper into her cunt. Her tits were thrown wildly apart. Clutching for the model train's control box in one hand, she leaned her head back and screeched with abandon.
“Hang on tight, little missy!! It's alive!... ALIIIIIIIIVE!!!”
So… the questions remain, though they may slowly be being answered: what the heck do big girls like Karen do with themselves and will she be able to eventually lead a normal life? How many more perils await her? What will become of her now that she has found such odd forms of happiness in her new body? And does electric shock leave a mark?
Tune in next time for some of the answers. For those who've been reading along, a sneak peek -- the first word in chapter “vii” is “Lisa.”
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