Horrified, filled with anxiety, claustrophobic from the snug womb I found enveloped about my head and covering my face, I moaned to show my dissatisfaction of her act.
I thought she spoke to me, but my head in her left me near to deaf and the only sound I heard was of me gasping for my next breath.
I laid there at her mercy and felt my body coming under attack in other ways and by furry fingers, and groping tongues. My sense of terror subsided when one such mouth took all of my maleness inside a warm and wet mouth to invigorate me, urging me to want for joining their growing herd of the foolish.
My original wish to see and do as had others who came into that barn; seeing all the stallions aroused, I eyed them with wishful lust and obscene passion pulsing inside my mind. Allured in the wildest of ways, I let what was happening do what would happen to me, helpless I had hope of being another of those excellent stallions used as studs.
Vaginal fluids burned around and in my eyes. The juices seeped up my nose with every inhaling of a breath. My stabbing tries to speak only let more of the salty juices come inside of me, coating my mouth and flooding with every swallow down a throat meant to ingest food.
As long tongues licked my fingers and a mouth with a elongated tongue worked and jerked at my maleness harshly; the want for being as were the stallions eased into a sense of amiable bliss.
One by one, the fingers dancing around my body as did the mouth and tongue tickling my maleness all removed their attentions to what I felt cherished; the idea came to me that being where I lay was not for me, "I wanted for my freedom!"
The touch and gripping of hands to my feet, I felt a pulling sensation and within seconds my head soaking in vaginal juices emerged from out the fur covered slit it had entered an hour or so before.