by Wrulf The Cunt-Defiler



'Yes, you are a fine bitch-slab, precisely one reason - and all the more reason

- why you should be abused, you worthless slut,' said the great-looking,

black-haired and 43-y/o Hank before bringing his whip down over Abby's naked

rump.



'A-a-a-h!' she gasped.



'Oh, yeah, you can tell the whore already likes this shit,' exclaimed the

reddish-haired, 39-y/o and equally good-looking Ken, while naked, he jacked on a

very thick, 10-inched girl-slammer.



'Yeah, and what the lowlife deserves, especially since you dragged the fucking

pig out of the gutter, so to speak, Hank,' added Tim, who was 45, had

light-brown hair and was in a class with his friends in terms of good looks.



He, too, was beating-off a 9 1/2-incher as he watched the cunny's suffering -

while in truth, the 3 men were ornery, perverted and filthy-minded hunks with

finely-honed bodies, who shamelessly got-off on harboring a very low opinion of

women where their degrading use was concerned. They adhered to a firm conviction

that nature designed the entire species of 3-holers as destined for physical and

psychological debasement.



Despite her strong interest in sadistic older guys, however, the sexy, blond,

nicely-titted and 21-y/o Abby could scarcely believe that Hank had used leather

wrist cuffs to suspend her as bare-assed as a turd from the ceiling of his

horse-breeding stable, with her toes clearing its straw-covered floor by an inch

or so.



And though she looked classy, Abby actually was a hardcore sleaze with the

bestial morals of the twat on an in-heat sow. She was an indecently very impure

bitch who'd copulated with dozens of dominant men.



Beyond that, she was strung up like a piece of tramp-meat that August Friday

night, partly because of Hank earlier finding her playing with herself in a

fully-open movie booth at The Pleasure Time Adult Bookstore while she watched a

video of a cute, black-haired twat getting fucked by a dog.



'Do you like animal cocks, scag?' he asked, taking out his fat, 11-inched penis

for her to ogle.



'Yes, sir,' Abby said, never taking her adoring eyes off his stallion-like

pizzle.



'And I bet you like BD/SM, too - right?' he went on.



'Yes, sir,' the trashy set of holes responded.



'You won't endure anything worse than pain, so do you want some bondage and

abuse dished out to you, tonight, piglet?' he wanted to know.



'That'd be nice, and I can handle that if there's no bruising, damage or actual

violence, sir,' Abby told him.



'Okay.'



As it happened, though, the filthily whory girl had her panties off.



And before saying or doing anything else, Hank gave her mean look while putting

his hole-punisher in his jeans, then thrust his hand inside the top of her very

short, low-cut dress to rip her bra off and toss it on the floor.



Abby's twat immediately started dribbling because of his disrespectfully

put-down way of treating her.



'Forget your rags (bra and panties) and c'mon, bitch,' he snarled, grabbing and

dragging the squealing low-'ho out to his car by the hair.



He shoved her into the front passenger's seat and closed her door. He went

around, got behind the wheel, took his cell phone out, dialed a number and said,

'We'll be there in 15 minutes.'



Hank had scarcely done that when he removed his rod of discomfort from his jeans

and drove with his left hand while 'raping her filthy mouth' up and down his

prick with a wad of her hair in his right one - thereby constantly and roughly

using her suck-hole until their arrival at his stable in the country.



'Get out and take off everything but your stocking and shoes, you worthless

beast,' he ordered.



Softly panting with excitement, Abby obeyed, whereupon Hank got out and came

around the car.



He shoved a thick, black dildo into her dung-chapel and pointed at the stable

door: 'Crawl, bitch.'



She did, surprised and further turned-on to see Tim and Ken waiting for her in

nothing but their large, hand-fucked erections...



... and with her going up to hang like a rag-doll fuck-toy within less than a

minute after crawling her slutty shitter into the stable, and with her temple of

sodomy still split by the dildo.



And it wasn't long after Hank had begun punishing her jerking bum when Ken said,

'That's it! Whip the scum-fuck into heat for taking horse-cocks, Hank'...



'... if you're good enough for that. And you probably aren't, are you, scag?'

Tim sneeringly questioned her.



'No, sir. Oh, god!' Abby screamed, as Hank brought the instrument's broad,

leather thongs up across her lustfully burning loins.



'Well, now, aren't you an honest piggy!' Tim went on scorning her. 'And I'd ask

what a nice girl like you is doing in a place like this if that question wasn't

dumber than you are,' - and he walked up to slap her face before spitting on it.



'Hell, she isn't a nice girl, nothing but a stinking, lowlife abuse-animal,' Ken

said. 'Didn't your daddy train you any better than to throw yourself at guys

smart enough to know you deserve to be treated like trash, you dirty tramp?'



'Yes, sir!' Abby wailed, as the whip then stopped merciless use of her cunt

followed by something like 25 lashes again aimed at her butt before they started

moving up her back.



'And you're too low to care about your dad, aren't you?' Ken went on with his

verbal defilement.



'Yes! S-h-h-h-i-i-i-t, oh, s-h-h-h-i-i-i-t!' Abby loudly yowled like an alley

cat.



'Well, now, addiction to pain is a vice, a vicious one, didn't you know?' Hank

then inquired, coming around in front of her for a gently mocking smile into her

eyes.



'I don't care. I'm nothing but trash deserving your abuse, sir,' Abby breathed.



Hank was still smiling when he said 'fuck you, bitch!' and smacked her across

the face, then continued, 'It looks like our girl - our cunt or whatever - is

ready to be decked-out with jewelry. Can you hand me the biggest pieces of it,

Ken?'



'Sure,' the other guy answered, giving Hank a pair of very heavy clamps which

Hank attached to Abby's cunt-flaps.



'O-o-o-o-h!' the slattern groaned, while with sadistic pleasure, the men

casually watched the pain contorting her face, most especially since her

twat-lips were being dragged down at least a lurid-looking 5 inches by the

weights hanging off the clamps.



'Wow! - her jewelry will stretch those fuckers (cunt-lips) until they'll spread

right around horse-dicks,' Ken observed.



'Hopefully,' Hank said, 'Her next pieces of jewelry, please.'



Ken handed him 2 heftily-weighted nipple clamps which stretched Abby's boobs

completely out of shape once Hank had fastened them to her fucking teats.



The gutter-slob winced, and Hank didn't allow her a second of relief by

immediately starting to whip her clamped dugs (tits).



'A-a-a-a-i-i-i-i-i-e-e-e-e-h!' she screeched.



'Are you suffering, you stupid piece of shit?' Ken yelled.



'O-o-o-o-h, o-o-o-o-h, m-y-y-y-y g-a-a-a-a-w-w-w-w-d!' Abby wailed.



'Oh, you are suffering, now, huh? Well, SHAME ON YOU, because your shitty enough

to fucking LOVE it, you no-good bag of holes!' Tim added with a yell, as well.



'Y-e-s-s-s-s, s-h-h-h-i-i-i-t, y-e-s-s-s-s! - hurts so good!' Abby screamed.



'Christ, do you ever love it! Look at the disgraceful way you're slobbering-off

at the cunt!' Hank growled, pausing long enough in whipping her to viciously ram

3 fingers of his left hand all the way past the weighted doors to her vaginal

ditch, to begin finger-bashing that already-abused trough until Abby screamed

her loudest yet...



... which only served to make Hank laugh at her twat-soup running down his

slashing fingers to cover and drip off his hand.



'Man, we need a spitoon for that fucking slit, even if I don't mind saying I

rather like seeing girl-slime-dumps. But maybe this will turn the faucet off,'

Hank next chortled, withdrawing his fingers from it to savagely begin throwing

the whiplashes across her lip-clamped muff-hole.



'A-a-a-a-a-h, a-a-a-a-a-h, a-a-a-a-a-a-h!' Abby screamed while her head jerked

back and her legs flailed around.



Seeing that simply inspired Ken to walk behind the slut and start sodomizing her

with dildo-strokes in counter-motion to the whipping of her blazing crotch.



The pain was incredible, driving her into a frenzy of desire, though the

brainless dung-ball couldn't help herself; more cunt-slop than ever began

sloshing out of her.



'Fuck, it's downright disgusting, but nothing is stopping this hole from

overflowing,' Hank remarked. 'Hell, come to think of it, has anybody ever told

you how disgusting you are?'



'Not that I can remember, sir,' Abby gasped.



'Fuck you! The time is now,' he went on, yanking her head back by the hair and

spitting on her pretty mug 5 or 6 times.



'Okay, she's all yours,' he next told the other guys, still holding her hair in

his left hand while standing far enough aside so that Tim and Ken could move in

and spit on her face at least 20 times between them.



'Is that descriptive of disgusting enough for you, you good-for-nothing bag of

crap?' Hank then inquired with a short laugh.



'O-o-o-o-h, yes, sir, shit, oh my g-a-a-w-w-d!' Abby replied, feeling more

polluted, thoroughly debased and even worse, more completely insulted than ever

in her life...



... not that men cared about that, in fact, had meant to make her feel exactly

like that.



Abby nonetheless didn't know what to think about the objectifying way they also

looked at her as though she truly was nothing more than a piece of beast-meat...



... while she could neither help nor wanted to stop the raging heat of arousal

that scorched through her from her nicely vile dung-pit to her tramp-udders.



Instinctively, she trusted the men not to bruise or damage her, while feeling

even more turned-on simply to realize just how turned-on she was, having never

wanted to masturbate more than at that moment.



In truth, she was spiraling downward into a vicious cycle of allowing herself to

be a self-stimulating fuck-hog. And it felt downright obscene to grasp how much

inordinate pleasure she was deriving from the guys treating her like just a

piece of cunt-litter.



Still, that knowledge, alone, blindly smutted-up her mind even more.



However, Ken, Hank and Tim ogled her for several more seconds prior to Hank

going over to and coming back from a table with an enema bag while screwing its

lid off.



Abby began wondering what they'd do with the product of their bladders while the

3 guys urinated into the bag.



But the dumb fuck-rag didn't have long until she found out, because Hank then

slashed the enema nozzle between the clamps into her twat, released its valve

and piss-douched the harlotish girl until she leaked like a non-operative toilet

while Ken and Tim laughed at her!



They next followed Hank going behind her, with hims taking her flank in his left

hand to hold her place and bringing another screech out the dirty 'ho while he

positively ripped the dildo out of her pooper as fast as he could.



That done, and Hank took her flanks in both hands, harshly punting his huge

pizzle into her shithole an inch or 2 with each ram until her crap-trough had

swallowed all of it.



Hank then paused: 'It's really disgusting, though I just know this lower-species

animal is going to like this way too much!' - and he pulled out to his dick-head

before fully and brutishly impaling her ass-hole while Abby screeched, 'Oh my

god, that hurts!'



'Well, maybe the fucking gutter-bag likes it, but you're at least putting a hurt

on her. Got get the stinking bitch, Hank!' Tim bellowed.



'Oh, yeah! Take it, you filthy slut, because there's nothing better than raping

a hanging piece of meat in the sewer-pussy, you dumb shit!' Hank roared,

starting to 'punch her lights out' with the most savage buggering the lowlife

had ever imagined in her dirty-hottest dreams.



'A-a-a-a-h, a-a-a-a-h, a-a-a-a-h!' Abby sounded-off like a pipe organ.



'Scream, scream! We don't give a shit!' Tim yelled, reaching in to slam his palm

against her right butt-apple as painfully as possible.



'Fuck you! Fuck you, bitch! Yeah, rape the piss out of the disgusting hole,

Hank!' Ken loudly added, then moving around her to begin another whipping of her

tits...



... though it'd be difficult to describe the incredibly loud sounds Abby was

'hauling' up out of her lungs! It was wild and immensely exciting for the men!



Nicely, however, piss-drops already were falling out of the fallen, young woman

in rhythm with every stab of Hank's cock plowing 'a new shithole' up her meat,

much as the old adage says.



'Oh, fuck, it's hilarious, but real fine, just great to see piss slobbering out

of the cunt on this cunt!' Tim laughingly enthused.



And Ken continued flogging her honkers for maybe a minute before he turned the

whip around in his hand and shoved its handle into her poontang.



'Maybe you can rape that out of the vile stinker, too, Hank,' he suggested.



Hank didn't say anything, and it was somewhat more than 10 minutes later that he

slammed his load of scum-pollution into her slutty bowel-ditch.



Watching Abby's violation so brought Tim on the horn, however, that he was able

to take her in the shit-bucket for only 6 or 7 minutes prior to yielding his wad

up her entrails.



Ken, nonetheless, was an entirely different story, making Abby truly howl the

song of rape with a ruthless butt-hammering beyond any of the filth-rag's

wildest S and M fantasies.



'Yeah, I've never met a worthless cunt who doesn't deserve it, so batter the

scag's ass-hole!' Hank egged Ken on. 'Fucking bash the slut with your cock,

man!'



'Heck, yeah!' Ken snarled, giving her at least a 15-minute power-banging before

he smashed her an ass-full of spunk and pulled out.



The men next took a breather, then lowered the stinking-fuck-polluted

beast-whore with a rope passing over the pulley screwed into the ceiling.



Hank had hardly removed the wrist cuffs and pulled the whiphandle out of her

still-slobbering cunt when he took her hair, dragging her around into a stall

and throwing the tramp to her back under one of his breeding stallions.



'Of course, I could care less. But it is a paradox that the skank isn't good

enough to service horse-dicks, though that's one of the very few things she IS

any good for, isn't it?' Hank said, with a look at his friends.



'To hell with the filth-rag! She's too dumb to know the meaning of 'paradox', to

begin with, besides which, suffering with frustration would do her one helluva

lot of good,' Ken advised.



'True. Put your hands under your ass, bitch, and don't you dare take your eyes

off this horse's cock for a second, you fucking gutter-skunk,' Hank ordered.



'Just a second,' Ken said, and Abby flinched with a gasp when he forcefully

pissed on her kisser, scarcely believing that he next gently rubbed his

bladder-juice into her face with the sole of his right boot.



'There! Maybe you can look crooked through that yellow shit in your eyes as a

way of keeping them on the horse's dick, you fool-brained stable-'ho,' he said.

'Now, do your stuff, our fearless leader.'



Hank said, 'Okay, and, yeah, I'm perverted enough jack this boy off'...



'... maybe because the boy wouldn't stoop low enough to shove his dick in that

hole is your face that's even filthier than your sewer-cunt!' Tim contemptuously

interjected.



'True, again,' Hank agreed, started to stroke the stud-animal's cock-sheath

until his pizzle came all the way out.



Abby started to pant softly, loving the sight of that huge rutting tool that

Hank kept masturbating until it began throbbing and he let go of it.



'God!' the slag whispered, frustrated to a burnt crisp with seeing the

scrumptiously obscene way the horse-rod was dancing up and down...



... until the skank flinched again as the cock tossed-off a huge gob of equine

ooze on her, from her hair and face down to her crotch!



'Now, you really are a pretty bitch-slab!' Hank mockingly guffawed, then again

using her hair to drag her under the horse in the 2nd. stall for the same

treatment that had the moral slug going batty over watching a man jack the horse

off!



And it'd be pointless to mention that Abby was an external scum-bag, utterly and

obscenely dripping with a stable mess when Hank commanded her to crawl under the

3rd. breeding-stud in the next stall!



'I really hate to do this, but I promised the swine-'ho there'd be no damage,'

he said, as he took the clamps off her cunt-lips.



Nonetheless, her nipple-jewelry was jiggling around on her tit-nubs when Hank

masturbated the 3rd. stallion's dick out of its sheath, and shoved it into her

vag-box for the horse to stab her a foot forward and pull her the same distance

backward with every savagely invasive thrust.



Meanwhile, Abby was cumming out of her cunt-brain while she loudly went,

'U-u-g-g-h-h, u-u-g-g-h-h, u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h!'



The human boys only found it in their hearts to howl with laughter while they

watched!



And far too soon for them, the horse turned her poontang into an unbelievably

messy muck-ditch, though the guys laughed even more uproariously to see the

horse trying to dismount her by dragging her at least 2 feet backward before his

dick finally popped out of her cootch!



Hank then checked his wrist watch, seeing that it was time to end the fun, and

took the clamps off her nipples before the 3 men got dressed.



'Crawl outside,' Hank barked next, with the scrunt obeying and him ordering her

to clean the beast-slime off her by rolling around on the plot of grass next to

the stable door.



The other guys thought that was amusing, too, and when the slattern had done her

clean-up business to Hank's satisfaction, he said, 'Other than to not bruise or

get you damaged, I haven't given a shit about you, and won't give enough of a

shit to take you home, either!'...



'... oh, now, why are you being so nice to the barnyard-'ho?' Tim chortled,

taking out his cell phone and calling Walter, his taxi-driving friend, who

showed up in a few minutes.



'Crawl over and give him your address,' Hank ordered Abby who did as told while

he reached in the cab's open driver's window to toss her dress in its backseat.



'This is a no-name scag, and we guys don't care, but I hope you won't mind a

couple of suggestions,' Hank told the cabbie.



'What's that?' Walter wanted to know.



'First, overcharge the bitch - really,' Hank went on. 'Second, pull over in some

dark place and dick the useless hole-bag, then call Tim and tell him where, with

all the down-and-dirty, nitty-gritty details. However, this next thing isn't a

suggestion, because trust me when I say you can rape any of this slut's holes

you want as many times as you want without any trouble from the law. Just don't

cause her any damage or bruising - okay?'



'H-m-m-m, overcharge and rape the skank? Deal! Get in the backseat, you piece of

trash lowlife!'



Abby did and he drove off.



About an hour later, Walter called Tim and said he'd raped the tramp's

head-hole, literally while she was on her knees in the gutter next to a dark,

deserted road on the way to her place only 7 miles from Hank's stable.



Fortunately, the moral shit had the 60 bucks in cash he demanded, before he tied

her dress around her neck and dragged her out into the street by the hair, then

drove away without so much as a glance at her in his rearview mirror!



However, the slum-cunt was too dung-brained to have given Hank her cell phone

number, and she never saw him, Ken or Tim again.



What'd she do, though? - she lay back naked in bed, literally urinated all over

her scaggy self and masturbated to numerous orgasms while she wished like all

shit that she could be abused like that again, real soon.



And who knows? - maybe she did...



... because hell, yeah, thats one of the very few things that Abby, the sexily

filthy whore-pig is any good for - and precisely what she deserves!



(The End)