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Subject: {ASSM} Pack Mule
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 06:10:05 -0500
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Pack Mule  (M+F, rape, bestiality,  torture)
 
    The straps of the heavy pack digging  into my shoulders as I brace 
myself against a tree with my hands.  Feeling  the strain in my legs from the 
hard climb up the forested mountain.  Taking  ragged gulps of breath as we 
rest for a few moments, having attained the  summit.  Taking a gulp of water 
then another, this time slower.   Spreading my legs and letting the piss spray 
the leaves and debris between my  feet.  Trying not to wet my legs with the 
acrid moisture.  So wishing  to sit down and rest against a rock or tree; 
but knowing that climbing back to  my feet with the heavy pack on my 
shoulders would be shear agony.
    Pulling on the straps to ease the  strain as I continue to lean into 
the tree.  My body slightly  bend  over, legs wide.  Feeling each stroke 
between my legs from the man standing  behind me.  Again and again the rod 
stroking my swollen lips, parting them  as he continues to pound at me from 
behind.  Gasping with a sheen of sweat  already coating my body from head to foot. 
 The thick forest not dispelling  the humidity of the sunny day.
    Hearing a grunt with each stroke, the  man exacting the punishment or 
pleasure as you would have it as he continues to  slam into my body.  His 
thick organ slipping into my cunt from behind,  pounding the swollen flesh, 
filling my moist tunnel.  Standing still  rocking back into his body as I force 
my walls to work his cock and milk it of  its juice.  Finally his fingers 
digging into the flesh of my hips as he  holds himself tight to my mashed ass 
cheeks and sprays my insides with his  creamy seed.  Feeling drool against 
my shoulder and his teeth biting into  my flesh, tightening with each 
expulsion of man cream.  My cunt walls  squeezing tight and pulling the cream deep 
into my pussy.  Finally feeling  him slip out of my slick hole, wiping his 
already shrinking cock on my ass cheek  and flipping down the panel of 
leather onto the back of my ass  cheeks.
    The cream now slipping from my body  to cling to my labia and thighs 
and then in ever lengthening strings, fall to  the ground between my feet.  
Looking down at the small puddle of white on  the ground.  Trying to ease my 
cramping legs as I wait bent over, not sure  if any of the other men will 
avail themselves of my holes during this rest  break. 
    The leather leggings protecting my  outer legs and the flaps of leather 
front and back my only clothing, other then  light leather shoes and a 
sweat band around my head.  We are  expendable, so not much care is given to 
protect us from all but the most basic  problems.  The supplies we carry on our 
backs are to make a patrol more  tolerable for the men.  But they 
themselves carry basic water and food  rations plus their padded leather armor and 
weapons.  They could leave  their pack mules behind and not need any of the 
supplies and often that is the  case.  We pack mules are for the pleasure of 
the men and for the safety of  the inhabitants.  If the men have sufficient 
provisions and a woman for  their pleasure they will not steal from the 
people or rape their  women.
    Easing the pack one more time and  trying to tighten the straps so they 
don't chaff as we head back along one of  the trails.  The men leading with 
the dogs free ranging around them and me  pulling up the rear, fighting to 
keep up the pace of the partrol.   Expendable is what we are considered.  A 
nice to have along commodity; but  not necessary as I mentioned.  Bait to 
lure the unsuspecting.  And  fodder to lead the trail if a trap is suspected.  
And comfort for the men  when they feel the urge.  
    This patrol looking for a pair of  runaway prisoners.  Men who will be 
run down by one of the patrols.   The huge dogs for hunting and tracking.  A 
faint trail heading up this  mountain and towards the border, is what I can 
gather from the men.  But it  is only a matter of time; before the dogs get 
the fresh scent and then the chase  will be on with the runaway slaves in 
poor health and no match for soldiers and  dogs.  The end result is a given, 
the question, just of how long before  they are found and hunted down.
    The sweat trickling down my body from  the humid air and exertion.  
Feeling rivulets of moisture trailing down my  back and ass crack and more 
around my breasts and the inside of my lower body  and legs.  A sheen of 
moisture coating my whole body.  The stickiness  between my thighs, attracting the 
bites of different bugs.  Not able to  stop and wash my groin and legs, but 
following the steady pace of the men in  front of me.
    Almost two years now I have been a  pack mule.  Most women don't last 
long because they are not hearty enough  or strong enough or have the will to 
do this work.  Others are unlucky and  don't return from a patrol for one 
reason or another.  My body though old  is well toned and hardened.  You make 
it through the first couple of  months, you have a chance to survive as you 
toughen up more with going out every  other week on a patrol.
    This mountain is one of the harder  areas.  The big fear is of slipping 
and breaking a bone in a leg and not  able to continue.  The simple 
solution is to kill the woman.  There  are always others to do this job.
    My hands working the flesh of my  nipples as I walk, massaging the tips 
into hard points of pleasure.   Feeling the corresponding pleasure in the 
core of my body, as I play with my  breasts and occasionally with my pussy 
lips and clit.  I am not oversexed,  it is just that if one of the men want to 
fuck me, I am ready for him, my tunnel  is lubed and it won't be as painful 
an experience as it can be.  When I  first became a mule, I was dry fucked 
much too often and learned finally to make  myself ready.  Not only to keep 
my pussy greased; but to have it ready to  use for lube for my ass if that 
be they preference.
    Breathing heavy as the afternoon  passes and the sun dips in the sky.  
My legs and lungs burning as I try to  keep up to the line of men.  They, 
never looking back to see if I am  coming, knowing that I will maintain their 
pace.  The circling dogs will  make sure I am following.  The faint sound of 
baying dogs in the distance,  letting them know that someone is picking up 
a trail, a scent and that on the  morrow, the fugitives may find themselves 
in our section of the  mountain. 
    Watching as the men pick a location  for a night camp.  Standing and 
waiting patiently, finally the leader  coming over to me and taking a key and 
unlocking the chain that holds all the  straps together.  Sighing, as I feel 
the weight of the pack lifted from my  shoulders.  Then feeling myself 
pushed down to my knees and forced to suck  one of the sour tasting cocks of the 
men, as another fucks me from behind.   Swallowing the thick seed and 
licking clean the piss coated cock.  Then  feeling the other man, empty his seed 
into my cunt.  Kneeling patiently  again, till I am instructed to make a 
fire and prepare the supper meal from the  supplies I carry.  The good news is 
that most times the supplies become  lighter as the patrol continues.  A set 
of chains set to hobbling my legs  from more then an awkward walk, but the 
thought of the hounds hunting for their  supper enough to make me not think 
of running. 
    It has been well over a year  since I tried to run.  Foolish as it may 
be the thought is  there.   Then you try and find you are not killed in the 
attempt; but  know that you don't want to try it one more time.  Many don't 
survive the  first attempt at running.  The hounds take them down.  Others 
are  killed because the men don't like the woman and is a good excuse.  The  
beating that you get by those on the patrol and the brutal rape are just the 
 beginning.  The public whipping leaving your flesh bleeding and raw and  
then the branding to mark that you have tried to run and finally the mass 
rape  by all who want to use your body, leaves many of the women, not only 
physically  scarred; but emotionally unbalanced as well.  My scars from the 
whipping  still quite noticeable, that and the brand on my ass cheek.
    Finishing the cooking and gathering  more wood as the men eat and drink 
their allowance of alcohol.  Then  cleaning up and storing the goods and 
kneeling down on all fours and waiting for  the men to use me or to ignore me. 
 None of them a very food fuck, or not a  good one as far as I was 
concerned.  As whorish as I might seem, I work  them so they came as quickly as 
possible.  So that I might get much needed  rest and break my fast before going 
to sleep.  An there is no guarantee  that I would not be used as a whore 
during the night or all night.  Those  are the worse, when the men just keep 
coming back for more. 
    Finally legs chained around the trunk  of a tree and the men settling 
down for the night, one standing watch.   Massaging the ache from my legs and 
shoulders.  Eating my ration of food  and getting my sleep, as best I can.  
The morning coming all too  quickly.  A light repast and then plodding 
along again.  Smelling  myself and the collective cum of the men on my thighs 
and oozing from my  cunt.  Thankfully only two of them wanting a morning fuck 
and one morning  suck. 
    The pace quick to begin as everyone  is fresh.  The sound of far away 
howls signaling that some of the other  hounds have a scent of something.  
Concentrating on each step as we head  down the backside of the mountain, into 
a denser forested area.  After a  couple of hours, hearing the first 
startling howl of one of our dogs as it picks  up a scent.  Then shortly after the 
other dog joining the chorus as he also  is on a scent.  The men starting 
to run as they try to keep up with the  excited curs.  And picking up my pace 
as my legs burn with pain as I run,  pack tugging into my shoulders and 
bouncing off the middle of my back.  Not  keeping up well with the pursuit, I 
am assuming that is what it is.  Then  finally one of the men falling back 
and taking the hobble chains to secure me to  a tree bole.  And quickly moving 
back to the pursuit.  Kneeling the  pack heavy on my back as I wait, 
listening to the howls and shouts of the men as  the sound draws further into the 
distance. 
    The thickness of the undergrowth and  the red sun, causing sweat to 
form and evaporate from my body as I wait, hoping  that soon the men will be 
successful and come back for me.  The thought of  them leaving me chained and 
helpless isn't a pleasant one for numerous  reason.  Animals, humans or just 
hunger and thrist.  I wouldn't be the  first woman to have died; because 
the party hadn't come back for  her.
    The long howls signaling that the  hunt has been a success and that 
soon we might be heading back to the  city.  Hearing the thrashing in the 
underbrush and then seeing the hounds  slipping noiselessly from the undergrowth 
and then the men dragging one of the  runaways along the trail.  A pair of 
ears hanging from one of the men's  belts attesting to the fate of the other 
runaway.  It is normal that half  of the runaways die and the other half are 
lead back.  Hard lessons for the  men; but worse is yet to come for this 
unfortunate.
    Waiting patiently till the prisoner  is secured to a tree and fed and 
given drink.  His ragged clothing dirty  and torn and covered with blood from 
the multitude of scratches and cuts from  being dragged the distance from 
the capture point.  The head of the group  undoing my straps and grunting as 
I ease the heavy burden, carefully to the  ground.  Rummaging through the 
pack for scraps of meat to reward the hounds  and handing them to the 
handlers. 
    Then kneeling on the ground on all  fours, my head to the earth and 
legs spread wide and ass lifted high.   Waiting as the hounds are fed their 
reward of meat and then closing my eyes as I  feel the first wet brush of one 
of the hounds against my cunt lips.   Cursing myself as I forgot to massage 
my pussy; but not really needing to as a  long flexible tongue swipes between 
my legs,  curling wetly against my  labia and parting them with a noisy 
slurp.  Then another, as the second  hound is growling softly, wanting to be 
rewarded for his effort.  The  preliminary foreplay fairly short, but the 
hound is good at wetting the entrance  to his goal.
    A loud grunt and expulsion of air  from my chest as in spite of bracing 
my legs, I feel myself buckling under the  weight of the hound.  His front 
toenails, digging furrows of torn flesh as  he  The slimey cock slapping 
against my thighs and then pressing on my cunt  lips and with a quick thrust of 
his muscular hips, buries the long thick red  doggy cock deep in my cunt.  
The cheering of the men like little kids  amused as the huge dog makes me 
his bitch.  His cock pounding quick and  hard into my cunt, taking and filling 
it with his deformed looking cock.   Feeling his knob pushing against my 
opening and then spreading the swollen cunt  lips wider as he pushes it to the 
opening and then lodging it in the  entrance.  Moaning and groaning as I 
brace with my hands, balancing my body  as the weight is crushing my knees 
into the sticks and stones on the ground  beneath me.  The hound continuing to 
ride his bitch and then finally  knowing he is seeding me as he pulls 
tighter and his seed squirts deep in my  cunt. 
    Knowing he is done as he slips a leg  roughly over my back and reverses 
himself, trying to pull his cock free from his  bitches cunt and then 
succeeding as he pulls me back a foot and then his cock  and knot slip free with 
a loud wet splat of sound.  Feeling the thinnish  seed leaking from my 
gapped cunt as I try to clench my opening  closed. 
    The second hound quickly moving in  for his reward, his tongue licking 
at my pussy and lapping up the dog cum from  my body.  Then mounting me and 
his claws digging into my flesh hard.   Feeling tears wetting my cheeks from 
the pain, as he pounds into my already  freshly dog fucked cunt.  Hi drool 
leaking unto my shoulders and neck and  hair.  The stench of his fetid 
breath, strong as I raise my head to breath  deeply.  This dog finally knotting 
slightly and filling me with his seed,  and then pulling free with a messy 
pop, as the men gathered around  watch.
    Not mentioning, how  I am  thankful that the dogs found their mark and 
didn't find another hole.  That  would have had the men rolling in laughter, 
as the dog ass fucked me.  And  they wouldn't have cared.  Just that the 
dogs know they are rewarded with a  bitch when they do real good.  Finally 
kneeling my knees and back and hips  aching from the scratches and cuts of the 
thick nails of the hounds.   Taking a deep breath then another, not sure 
what will be done next, kneeling  quietly, whimpering a little into the ground 
as I hear the conversation and look  at the forlorn man tied to the bole of 
a tree. 
        Watching them  undo his bindings and then have him strip the rags 
from his body.  His  emaciated body covered with dirt and blood as they drag 
him reluctantly to the  middle of the clearing and then in front of me.  My 
eyes looking up at his  cock and balls, the only part of him that is not 
emaciated.  Nothing  special as they dangle in front of my eyes.  Hearing the 
crackling of a  fire being made on this hot humid day.  Using one hand to 
lift his dangling  cock and then licking it with my tongue, feeling his cock 
swelling slowly as I  suckle it in my warm wet mouth.  Tasting the unwashed 
urine and sweat from  around the growing shaft.  Using my tongue to suckle his 
balls, feeling the  shaft swelling as I continue to work his cock and 
balls.  A normal cock,  now slick with my saliva and I could taste the pecum 
oozing from his  cock.
    "You want to fuck a cunt one last  time man or you want to cum in her 
mouth."  The man obviously already aware  of the penalty for trying to escape 
and being caught.  Feeling the man pull  from my mouth and walk, stumble 
around to behind me and kneeling down and  slipping his organ into the 
oversized opening of my gapped cunt.  Baring  down with my walls to give this man a 
decent fuck.  Clenching and taking  his nervous strokes and feeling him 
lean into me as he discharges his seed into  my sloppy cunt.  Milking him hard 
with my cunt and taking all from him,  then feeling him slip out of me and 
his cock shrinking and losing stiffness as  he is lead to my mouth again.   
Sweating profusely as I work on his  cock one more time with my mouth.  
Feeling it stiffening and hearing his  cry of dismay as he is pulled from my 
mouth and held firmly, one of the men  taking a red hot knife from the fire and 
neatly cutting off his cock and then  ball sack as he writhes in pain and 
cry to the sky in helpless agony.  The  cauterization and smell of burnt flesh 
merging with the smell of freshly spilt  blood.  Dressing the sliced flesh 
with a salve and mostly clean cloth as  they tie him to the tree again. 
    A bottle of strong alcohol brought  out and passed around as I 
gratefully, find water and clean my private parts and  gargle my mouth.  The 
celebration just beginning as I move to a blanket in  front of the man, and service 
the men once and some twice as they tease him with  his now flaccid cock 
and man nuts.  It will be his first meal when he is  ready to eat, and maybe 
he will service them like the girl they have turned him  into.  His ass and 
mouth pleasuring the men on our way back to the  city.
    Nothing for me to be concerned with,  for as a Pack Mule, I know well 
what is expected of me and maybe he will ease  the need for me to kneel and 
be  fucked.........
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