ANOTHER SERIES OF EXITS [HORSES]

Deaths involving horses/ horse rape

    The stiff course horse hair was abrading her tender cunt and ass as she was led through the streets. As usual in cases like hers she was naked. Too young looking to be where she was she made a pretty picture as her tits bounced in time with the hoof beats on the cobbles. As she came around the corner there it was. The gallows she would die on. Too soon she was there. A ladder was already in place. The harsh thick rope was around her neck. The rope that had tied her ankles together under the horses belly was removed. Some meaningless words from the priest. A nod from the judge. A pull on the lead rope and a slap on the ass for the horse and she was sliding along its back toward the tail, pulled by the noose. Then she was hanging free and swinging. Suddenly a breath was the most important thing in the world. She fought with everything she had and somehow managed to gulp in a little air but then she could not exhale it. All that happened was a small pinched off whistle. Then nothing. Her free hands were tearing at her neck trying to pull the rope away. Failing that she tried to grab it and lift herself enough to loosen it. That too was a failure. As she struggled her legs were kicking wildly and the juices spurted into her by the too many jailers ran down her legs. She slowed. No longer did she have the power to resist her doom. Now she was hanging limply with only twitches to proclaim that she still lived. A small stream of piss leaked down her leg. A last tremor and then stillness. She was dead.

    Her body was tied face down over a barrel with her legs spread wide and gobs of grease smeared on and in her cunt. Behind her she could hear hoof beats. Then a shadow covered her. The frame over her shook as the massive body reared up and over her. Something big and hard slapped her on the ass. Some more scrambling. Hands pulling her cunt wide open. Her world exploded in agony as the huge cock rammed into her much too small opening. She felt her insides tear. Then an even harder thrust. She screamed in pain as the cock rammed even deeper inside her torn belly. Then again and again. Each thrust caused her to grunt in agony as the air was forced from her lungs by the movements of her guts upward into her body. Things kept ripping and tearing inside her. Then with one huge push the stallion exploded inside her. The head of his massive cock expanded to twice its normal size as the flood of horse jizz poured into her. The horse stood for a while with his prick still buried inside her ruined body. She could feel it twitching and still pumping the contents of those huge balls into her belly. Then it was gone. Gone with a rush and a gush of fluids leaving her body. Horse jizz, blood, piss, shit, and god knows what else ran out of her in a flood. She was untied and flopped onto the ground to lay in the mess. Left to die sometime later from the injuries inside her. Perhaps within an hour, perhaps later in the day, or sometime in the night. No one cared. 

    She was tied spread eagle by four ropes. Sharing the corral with her were a half dozen huge work horses. They were already nervous. The smell of blood and rape came from her body and they did not like it. So far they had managed to stay clear of her but in the small enclosure it was only a matter of time before one of them stepped on her. Then men came and with whips drove the animals around inside the area. A huge hoof landed on her lower arm. The bones snapped like dry twigs. She screamed. A second hoof on her knee shattered it. More impacts. Her hip was broken by a kick. Both arms crushed along with her hands. Her legs now bent in crazy angles. A hoof  landed in the center of her belly. Then another just above her snatch, her pelvis destroyed. A glancing step tore one breast away and left it hanging by a thread of skin. A kick to her side broke ribs and the sharp ends speared her insides. Then a solid step on her right tit crushed her ribs. Seconds later a hoof landed on her face and with a crunching sound her skull collapsed. She was dead but the trampling continued until her body was nothing more than a red smear mixed in the dirt and horse shit.

    There were four huge horses standing with their asses toward her. The heavy ropes attached to her wrists and ankles were now secured to the singletrees of the harnesses. Each was led forward until her body was lifted from the ground by the tension on her limbs. She screamed in pain. Whips cracked. The pull increased. Those nearby could hear her joints cracking. More whipping. She could feel her arms pulling away from her body. Then one shoulder failed and the arm pulled free. Her other arm went soon after and then the two on her legs split her like a wishbone. A gruesome parade followed as the four horses were lined up and led around the square. Each one dragging a part of her sundered body.

    The saddle was like no other that she had ever seen. Sticking up from the seat were two blades. Each about six or eight inches long, maybe even longer. Double edged but dull. There was nothing she could do as she was lowered onto them and her legs secured in place with straps across her thighs. The steel was cold but as of yet she did not think it had cut her. It hurt like hell but there was no fresh blood staining the leather. Lots of old dark stains showed it had been used before and gave her a preview of her fate however. Then it started. Turned lose in the indoor riding hall the horse started its well trained drill. At the walk the blades were moving inside their sheaths with blood now starting to leak out past the steel. The trot that followed increased the leakage to a study flow. The pain was intense. Then the small jumps. Each one whipped her body back and forth. Now she was leaking piss and shit as the steel opened her guts. Larger jumps did even more damage. Now she was at the gallop and the horse was twisting and turning. Her body was thrown in all directions. Something inside her let go and the blood poured from her holes. Within minutes she was a rag doll flopping limply, held in place only by the straps and the steel. Her life having leaked out onto the saddle. The killer saddle. The body was removed and the horse led away for a good rubdown and treats. She was taken to feed the hounds. 

    There were no trees anywhere nearby so they had to improvise. Her hands and feet were tied and the noose placed around her neck. She stood and watched as the other end of the ha hanging rope was tied to the saddle horn. With a crack of the riding whip and a yell the horse ran toward her. She could only wait until it reached the end of the rope. When it did she was jerked off of her feet and dragged behind the racing horse. No one knew of her neck had been broken then or if it was later. At some point in the half a mile run she died either from the broken neck [ if she was lucky] or from being strangled and beaten on the rocks that littered the ground. She was dead and that was all that mattered. The difference of how she died was important only to her.