Horse Trampling

The unfortunate slave lay in his hole, on his back begging with his eyes for the mercy that was not to be. Grunting and flexing against his bonds as yet another hoof crushes his belly as one of the mistresses rides her horse over him. In the bare flesh of his stomach remains a hoof mark in red that slowly begins to fade. It is one of many hoof marks on this slave's skin. With many more yet to come. Slave Jim had beseeched his mistress to allow him the pain and pleasure of her and her friends riding their horses over him. For three days he had asked for this privilege. Finally relenting, Slave Jim's mistress told him it would be so. Yet there were to be conditions. First, he would not ask them to stop. For if he did, there would be penalties. She told her slave to think hard before he went through with it. His mistress liked her slave, if such a thing were possible, but the law of the land was not to be denied. She knew and he did, that she would be cruel and unfeeling toward him. Were he to be trampled to death under the horses hooves would bring little remorse. Except for maybe the loss of a good slave. Jim's mistress enjoyed cruelty above all else when she was with him. She would cause him to endure great suffering. His suffering would cause her to experience wonderful and fulfilling ecstasy. The greater his suffering, the more her passion rose within her. Jim's threshold for pain was far above that of the other slaves with which his mistress had been. This and for no other reason was why he had his mistresses favoritism. They took out Slave Jim on that fateful morning to be laid and bound within an indent in the ground prepared the night before especially for him. Then they trailered ten horses to where Slave Jim had been bound. They made other slaves to make the horses ready for their mistresses. As the mistresses climbed atop their mounts they began to ride toward Slave Jim. Seeing the horses approach, Slave Jim began to experience fear in his loins. His mistress had brought big horses to ride over him. He would surely know pain this day. His mind then buried the thought of death far in the back of itself. Jim knew he must not lose his concentration. His mind must be set on the task at hand, as so many times before when his mistress became very cruel. His focus had sustained him. He needed that focus now more than ever if he were to survive what was about to befall him. Twenty minutes or more the mistresses rode their horses on him. The incredible pressure felt as each hoof brought a mixture of fear, anxiety and ecstasy to Jim. Caused him to moan in pain as his ribs were bent and organs moved. Jim dared not fear what would happen to him should his mistress run her horse over him. Her horses galloping hooves would certainly tear him asunder, killing him instantly. Walking even at this slow pace, the hooves were crushing him over and over again with each step that found his body. The mistresses cared not where their horses stepped as they rode on him. They talked among themselves paying no heed to the mortal suffering going on beneath them. Jim's body was becoming raw with the hoofprints that now covered his entire chest and abdomen. He lay whimpering desperate for the hooves to stop. But stop they did not. His insides burned with the fire of agony yet the crushing would not stop. His ribs bending and tired. Each hoof that pressed on them caused blinding pain. But press on them they did. Each time bending and cracking them. Yet the hooves would not stop. They mercilessly crushed him seemingly without end. Slave Jim endured the merciless trampling with a set jaw. Only a slight whimper could be heard to come from him. His mistress was not satisfied. She knew her slave was tough, but her passion told her to find out how tough he really was. Her pussy began to burn with desire as she formulated her plan. She politely asked the other mistresses away saying that she was going to test the limits of her slave. She took notice of her slave as the other mistresses rode their horses off toward the trailers. What she saw made her desire leap into the heavens! Her slave lay there looking at her. His pleading eyes filled with tears as he looked at her. Her eyes followed the length of his red body. His skin red and bleeding where the horses had cruelly walked on him. His chest slowly rose and fell. She was going to make him plead this day! She was going to show more heartless cruelty than she had ever contemplated before! Jim was greatful that the merciless hooves had stopped crushing him. His body ached terribly. He wanted to get up from there and find a good corner into which to crawl. He could not have imagined before today how incredibally agonizing it could be to have horses mercilessly walk on your body. He watched as the other horses were ridden away. He absently thought that he had never seen most of those mistresses before. His mind coming back to where he was, he turned back to face his own mistress who was still sitting atop her horse. Again his heart felt fear. He had seen that look on her face many times before, the look of wild passion. The passion that she felt when she was about to place him in terrible agony. Jim knew better than to beg, so he just lay there pleading with his eyes, his tears begging her not to hurt him anymore. The look on her face told him he would probably die today. Slave Jim began to make peace with God. Slave Jim's fear was realized as his mistress called to another slave. Once the slave had arrived, Jim's mistress ordered the slave to place one of her horses hooves on Jim's face! The slave knowing better than to disobey, complied with the wishes of this mistress. He took hold of the horse's halter and pulled so that the horse was standing over Jim. The slave then picked up a leg and guided it onto Jim's face. The hoof resting on Jim's face, the slave pulled on the horses other leg. Jim lay in mind numbing terror as the horses weight was shifted onto his face! His nose caved in immediately under the cruel hardness of the frog of the hoof. His eyes pounded in flashes of white and red sparks liken to sunspots, his ears sang in symphonies of pain as the ringing filled his head. Jim began to squirm against his bonds in desperation! Guttural roars were heard to come from his throat as his body jerked with the spasms of a terrified man. His mistress was wracked with orgasm after orgasm. Her legs wrapped around the horse's neck in passion as her body spasmed repeatedly. Her slave's guttural pleas filled her soul with pleasure. Her body filled with the primal urges of long ago until she exploded onto her mount. Her cum splashed over her mounts neck. Her screams echoed back from somewhere within the valley that surrounded them. When her orgasms fulfilled their need to exist, she slid off her mount and pushed it off her slave. What she saw caused a lump to come to her throat. She walked away thinking that she had lost any chance of having another orgasm like that. What a waste. But then, who knows? Maybe there are more Jims out there. As it was, her slave's head had been crushed into an unrecognizable pulp under her horse's hoof. She shuddered one last time with pleasure as she strode back to the comfort of her home.