Dark Dreams

by The Night Lord

I couldn't let anyone see me; my life would be ruined if people knew what I was really like. I also couldn't sleep. I would close my eyes and the horse was always there, waiting for me.

Ever since the agricultural department at school had been donated that stallion I could no longer satisfy my dark urges by looking at pictures or crapy videos from the Internet.

Images of women on their haunches, leaning in to taste the forbidden. To lick and kiss and touch and fondle the horses robust cocks. So many times I had imagined myself doing that. I preferred to imagine myself in my school uniform minus the panties, I would always be kneeling, as if in worship under the great beast, stretching up to fulfill my desires on the horses massive rod.

I sometimes wonder what I did wrong that led me to where I am. Lying on the floor in my room masturbating both my holes with homemade dildos, dreaming of horses.

Normally on a night like this I just fucked myself raw for a few hours them collapsed in exhaustion, but just my luck I had a test tomorrow, an important one.

In the instant of decision I had shot to my feet, my pleasure forgotten, and began to look through the piles of dirty clothes of my floor for the school uniform I had worn today.

I had to search for a while to make sure I found my shortest skirt, it think I wore it first in grade 6, which was 5 years ago. Checking in the mirror it was a perfect fit, as in the bottom of my ass was just visible.

While I was putting on a pair of small mostly white socks I had found under my bed I began a mental checklist.

No panties, check.

Digital camera, check.

Slutty little skirt, check.

Butt plug, check.

High heels, er no check.

I crept out of my bedroom looking for my good going out heels; I had to make sure as hell not to wake my family. After a successful search I celebrated with a few nips from one of dads bottles of vodka and I slipped out the back door into my yard.

I lived close to my school, maybe 10 minutes at a slow walk, but tonight I could risk being seen by someone. It would be a bit odd too see a gorgeous raven haired 17 year old schoolgirl sneaking around at 2 in the morning in the shortest skirt your likely to ever see.

The cool night breeze caressed me with its chill, and the promise of long overdue fantasies.

By the time I had reached the school my pussy was dripping. You couldn't miss the smell of the Ag department. All the animals and compost and filth. I had to pass it on the way to the rest of the school every morning with my friends. They would always cover their noses and act like it was a crime to place the animals in THEIR way. I would pretend the smell offended me and I would look at the animals, their long cocks, and dream.

Sometimes in the dream I would be standing naked, except for thigh high latex boots and whip besides one of the animals. It would have once been a goat or a pig but now always the horse.

At my feet would be two of my friends, the clothes torn from their sexy bodies and their backs marked by my whip. They would look up at me with eyes full of tears as I placed a boot on one of their backs and forced their head towards the animal's dick.

A few well-placed whips and the girls would be reluctantly sucking the beast. In my dream I would play with my clit while I watched them degrade themselves. As I masturbated and my fantasies became darker my body would begin to sprout piercing all over. My nipples, my pussy lips, my clit, an eyebrow. Daddy would never let me get such things, the hell I coped getting my belly and tongue pierced was more than I figured it would have been. I still remember the feeling of his belt on my rump as he spanked me over his knee like the old fashioned type he was, never knowing that I was crying tears of pain and joy.

But I'm straying from one fantasy to another now... the story of my life. Nothing real just illusion.

In the dream my friends would now begin kissing each other, as if miraculously developing into lesbians. They would pass a mouth load of piss spunk between them while they caressed each other's bruised and whipped bodies.

Bodies that became works of art. Well-placed bruises, plenty of filthy animals cum and just the right mix of dirt and shit. For all my fetishes I've never been big on shit. As the girls began to climax off one another I would clench my fists so hard my nails dug cruelly into my soft white flesh, and as my own heat rose toys off all sorts could spontaneously invade my private parts, always too many, too big.

As my hands worked feverishly to bring myself off the sight of one of my 'friends' sucking goat cum out of her partners vagina I beat into my friends with my will and hatred and the cuts on their backs began to run anew and they screamed, always they screamed. Not for mercy, or in pain and certainly not in pleasure. They screamed because I made them scream, and I made them scream because I could!

But tonight I was all-alone. There was no giggly schoolgirl here who would pretend to be my friend. Pretend to like me for who I was and all the while talking and plotting against me. There was just me my butt plug, a camera and a very lucky horse.

I left the path that continued into the large spread out school and found a hole in the chain link fence guarding the agricultural block. I didn't actually find the hole; well I did but not tonight.

I would pass this damned hole ever morning and every morning I pictured myself crawling on my belly through the hole, a hole that could be filled with all sorts of filth if my mind desired. Always my skirt would get tangles and my nakedness would be revealed, revealed to the group of junior boys who would be lucky enough to be passing by. Lucky enough to see the cum dripping from my pussy and ass, cum I imagined my father had put there.

I'm so fucked up.

Now I was through the hole, not anywhere near as filthy as I could dream. Spying the dark and dull farm-like landscape broken up by tractor and shed and hay bales I imagined I was in wonderland. A land of bright colors and make believe where anything could happen.

So I dared to skip through the Ag department at 2 in the morning allowing my skirt to rise up my legs and wincing at the feel of my plug. I stopped and laughed with the tractor and I had a fair idea that he knew why I was here. Further into the small farmed that claimed this portion of the school I found the animals. Some pigs wallowed in their own filth as I wallowed in my dreams. Why they were wallowing at this time of morning I couldn't say, nor would I ask if they were polite enough to forgo asking why I an extremely attractive, respectably intelligent and well raised girl would be sneaking past there wallowing to see how much horse spunk could swallow.

So I hoped the small fence into the pig realm and danced through his mud as best I could. I begged the swine lord for passage through his lands and he agreed for the price of a hand job.

The king of pigs sure did like his hand jobs, he also like it when I would lie down beside his massive girth and take his royal member into my mouth. We both loved the sound I made as I tried to contain his runny fluids in my mouth, the inevitable gasps as I would fail and my face and breast would be drenched in his noble sperm, and I think he especially like the way I smelled after the vile act. I think I most of all liked the way the filth clung to my delicate milky flesh like a second skin or perhaps the way my hair felt mixed in with the pig realms disgust.

After thanking the pig lord for another marvelous visit, visits that had been growing in regularity I leapt over the fence on the other side of his 4 by 6 meter realm, my shoes and feet bore witness to my stint in pig land, also the smell.

Now I could see the horse awake, alert and watching me. Like he had been awaiting my arrival. Imagining his tall brown frame to be that of my dark and charming prince I curtsied as best I could in my skintight skirt.

My knees and hands were already covered in muck as I dropped to all fours. When I looked into my princes deep eyes I though I saw distain, or perhaps pity. Perhaps he felt I had betrayed him with his swine neighbors or perhaps he deserved better than a slut like me.

A slut. More and more I knew I was a slut. A virgin slut, too afraid to get close to a boy but more than eager to present herself to an equine prince. If only I could ride his rod in a hammock under his belly. Impossible. Too hard to set up, too painful and even with my constant masturbation I just knew I could never take that cock.

My mouth was a different story. I had given lots of blowjobs, some even to people. Like the time a boy who shall remain nameless forced my mouth onto his cock in the back row of a cinema during a movie he dragged me too. He said I had to do it or he would never love me, at the time that was so fucking important so I did it. Its not like anyone saw it, if you don't count his two friends who were sitting next to us. I think the scumbag even made me pay for my own ticket, and ate most of my popcorn while I was retching up with semen in the toilet while I cried and called a cab.

Still that was probably better than the first time I let boys into my life. I was having a sleepover with some friends, all boys, maybe 5 or 6 of them. My father knew but we were so young only 14 and they were major nerds. All we said we were going to do was play video games and my father believed it, he knew most of the boys well. Well perhaps to your surprise all we did was play video games until the wee hours on the morning when I, being as they would mock 'less hardcore', then fell asleep on the only couch.

I don't know what happened next, we often pranked people who fell asleep. Fingers in water, cream on the hand perhaps a bad artistic rendition of male reproductive organs drawn in permanent pen on a cheek. Maybe its because the boys had been drinking beer provided by the most delinquent of them but they pranked me good.

When I awoke they had all cum on my face and taken numerous pictures. There was even pictures of me that clearly displayed me wanking them off onto my face or taking them in my mouth. What friends. When I woke up and their 'prank' had sunk in I hated them forever. I hated them as they forced me to eat all the cum on my face. I hated them as they forced me to give them blowjobs for real, my first on man or beast. I hated that the only reason I probably kept my virginity was one of their parents arriving. Most of all though I will hate them forever because whenever I see them or think back to that morning I drip with anticipation for a dark and disturbed future.

But the horse couldn't know that, even princes didn't know everything. So I whispered a plea of mercy and crawled forward shaking like a crack whore needing a fix. I was a whore but this was my fix filthy unthinkable animal love. The horse made more noise than I would have liked and shuffled around some as I presented myself to worship under his enormous dick. Not forgetting to set up my camera I got to work on his long dark shaft.

The feeling of his balls being massages by my hands gave me such a feeling of power. And I only hoped the camera captured my animal lust as I rolled my eyes and licked his penis from tip to base. Not wanting to feel this power I forced my hands behind my back. If only there was a cruel tyrant to handcuff them there and force me onto the beasts member. There was only my dreams driving me on but they had grown for so long now that I was surely there slave.

And so I kneeled there trying to take the horses head into my mouth as my hands worked my fuck spots. My tongue teased the horse's peehole as my hand thrust my black butt plug in and out of my petite rear.

The work was getting me hot and I was closer than the horse to release I feared. Knowing I didn't deserve any pleasure I forced my hands back to my front, their new task was to rip open my school shirt in a flurry of buttons and to begin pinching my nipples.

I had managed to get the cock head into my mouth and now using my whole body I worked it further into my, reveling in its smell and taste. Working harder on the important job I surrendered to need and brought forth one of my hands to help me guide the massive dick. My other hand crushed my breasts and twisted their nipples with pent up self-hatred as I managed to work the base of my plug further into my ass with the heel of one of my shoes.

I gagged many times and coughed cups of juice all over me but we hadn't even reached the good parts the prince and I. My efforts finally rewarded a build up in my lord's penis. It was harder and I knew he was cumming. I opened my eyes wide and with tears in them I stared up at his noble belly as I crushed my mouth onto his cock and vowed to try and take as much of his semen as possible. My fantasies hadn't truly prepared me for the rush and after a short few mouthfuls of thick-wadded horse goo I was thrown from his cock. He didn't stop his assault and my bare breasts and face were covered by his flying spunk.

I fell back onto my heels with one hand scraping horse cum into my mouth and another furiously pumping into my cunt and I exploded. Eventually I regained a sense of where I was and the smell of my nights adventure fouled in my nostrils. I still couldn't drop the guilt I felt after making love.

With genuine tears of self-pity streaming down my cum ruined face I staggered home. My shoe betrayed me before I reached the fence and I had to carry the ruined footwear as I crawled on my belly through the hole out of wonderland. Now I was filthy, now I was a whore. My breasts and pussy and ass on display for all and a bucket off cum dripping slowly down to cover all my shame.

I cried and stumbled my way home. A secret shower and I was asleep, ready for whatever importantly useless test society wanted the good little girl I was to take tomorrow. I knew I wouldn't need tests where I was going pornography, Internet bestiality videos perhaps if I was lucky I would end up some villains slave.

An exhausted sleep, but one without dreams. When you live your dreams why dream them.

For school the next day I found my knee length skirt my clean sensible shoes and a new shirt. I know there isn't anything in the school rules about comming to school in a shirt soaked in horse cum, but they wouldn't understand.

I cleaned the cum off my teeth after breakfast and left for school looking the proper catholic schoolgirl. I met my friends and I always did and we walked to school while they would talk about things I couldn't give a fuck about.

The test came; I passed it, stupid multiple-choice tests. And my life would go on.

Except things changed. As I ate with my posh friends a boy walked up to us. A new boy in school. He was quite good looking but wasn't making and friends yet. He should be too scared to approach a gaggle of gorgeous girls in their lair.

More surprising than his approach was his target, me. He smiled at the gathered girls and knelt next to my ear. My friends didn't hear what he said, but they did see him slip me a single piece of paper.

They giggled like bitches as my face registered the sort of shock you could only be confronted with when confronted by someone who found a tape of you sucking a horse's cock. As the girls prepared this new ammunition in their cold war I discretely looked at the paper. It was a full color picture of me looking like an angel, a dirt covered, tear streaked, horse cum stained angel masturbating at the base of a steed.

I was up and after the boy forgetting that as usual of late I had neglected panties for my less modest home made butt plug. Oh my god had any of my friends seen?

I searched for the remainder of lunch but I couldn't find the new boy, whose name I couldn't even remember. Crying to death in the girl's bathroom during the last class of the day I pulled out the picture of me fully intent on masturbating to it and I noticed he had left his phone number at the bottom of the picture with the simple message.

Call me!!!