In captivity of the black mare
A bright light hit Olga's eyes and blinded her. She managed to open her left eye with difficulty, and a moment later her right eye, but the picture was still too blurry. Her head was buzzing, thoughts stretched like jelly, and a disgusting taste of nausea filled her mouth. When her head cleared a little, she realized she was lying tied up on an old gynecological chair. Her hands were pulled behind the back of the chair, her legs were spread wide and securely fastened with straps, and her mouth was wide open with a medical speculum. In addition, she was completely naked and covered with some kind of plastic wrap that had yellowed with age.
"Where am I?" she thought. "What happened?
How did I get here?"Her mind held only fragments of yesterday's events. The only thing she managed to remember was how, at night, quite drunk, she was returning from the club to her dorm and decided to cut through the park. Then a flash in her eyes, and she came to already here.
Due to the deep darkness, and probably due to her own condition, the young girl couldn't make out what was standing along the walls. Only later, after looking closely, could she discern some silhouettes standing along the walls all around the perimeter of the room. At first, she was frightened, mistaking the silhouettes for real people, but their immobility made the girl doubt. No, they were most likely just ordinary mannequins. They were all dressed in different outfits, stood in different poses, displayed different emotions on their faces, were of different heights, and, obviously, different ages. The only thing that united them all was that they depicted females. Olya's eye was immediately caught by a "fashionista" dressed in expensive designer clothes, on expensive high-heeled Louboutins, with a gorgeous hairstyle and a proudly raised chin. Further on stood a mannequin with a huge belly, obviously depicting a young woman in her last month of pregnancy. Next to it stood two smaller mannequins with cute braids, in school uniforms and pink backpacks. A little further away stood a mannequin in a nurse's uniform, and so on. And then her eye was caught by a mannequin dressed in clothes so familiar to her. Yes, that was herself! It was her clothes, her yesterday's makeup, her yesterday's disheveled hairstyle, even the belly button piercing was exactly like hers. The mannequin looked exactly like herself just before her abduction.
Olya was about to burst into tears when she suddenly heard the sharp clang of a door. A sharp metallic sound echoed through the room, dispelling the darkness. Everything inside her tightened, and Olya held her breath. She prepared for the worst, and even the muscles of her vagina clenched so tightly they could crack a nut if one were inside. Then a metallic creak was heard, and the door slowly swung open. Towards Olga from the darkness came the clatter of shod hooves, followed by the ringing clang of the metal door slamming shut. A moment later, "something" emerged from the darkness into the light. This "something" was shod in black latex boots, made to resemble horse hooves, which produced the eerie sound. The boots transitioned into tight-fitting latex pantaloons that reached up to the buttocks and were attached by straps to a massive belt. On that same belt was fastened a giant black strap-on in the shape of a horse's penis, which hung down to the knees. Above the belt, there was no "clothing," thanks to which a slender female waist, a flat stomach, and alluring breasts were clearly visible. Judging by the slightly sagging breasts and the woman's stomach, as well as by the tanned and well-groomed skin, she could be determined to be between 35 and 40 years old. On the woman's arms were long latex gloves, reaching up to the shoulders, and on her head, a black mare's mask, from under which, on the back of her head, like a mane, flowed long, luxurious black hair that perfectly complemented the image she was creating. In her right hand, the Mare carried a huge bucket filled to the brim with some items, and in her left, a jar of something slimy and sticky.
To her great surprise, after Olya saw the huge horse cock, her fear changed to arousal, and she felt the muscles of her vagina slowly relax, and it itself filling with love juice.
Setting her things down, the Mare approached the young captive and with a smooth motion tore the yellowed plastic wrap off her, thus exposing the beautiful young body.
The Mare carefully examined her new toy. The body of the eighteen-year-old girl, pale with fear, was gripped by terror. The Mare cast a glance at the moist vagina, from which sweet nectar had already begun to leak out. At the sight, the Mare began to massage her own breasts and pinch her nipples. With her gaze, she slid over the belly adorned with a piercing, then glanced at the breasts, and then their eyes met. At least it seemed that way to Olya, as the eyes behind the terrifying horse mask were completely invisible. The little horse gently stroked Olya's leg and then began to slide her palm along the calf towards the moist crotch. Moistening the glove with fresh juice, the hand continued to slide over the stomach, circling the navel, heading straight for the breast, then, as if playing, pinched her erect, aroused nipple. Finally approaching the head of the chair, the Mare began to straighten the disheveled red hair and gently stroke her head. She stroked her so warmly and somehow with motherly tenderness that Olya indeed even began to calm down. As soon as the Mare saw a little calmness in Olga's blue eyes, she did something Olya certainly could not have expected: she bent down and with the cold horse mask kissed her on the forehead.
After the not-too-tender kiss, the little horse headed to her iron bucket and pulled out a large reusable syringe with a metal plunger, intended for cavity lavage, which was already filled with an unclear white liquid. Squatting down, the Mare examined Olga's anus once more, then, scooping up some natural lubricant from the wet vagina, inserted her middle finger into the clenched hole and wiggled it inside. Olga perceived this quite painfully, and seeing this, the Mare realized that such lubrication was not enough. Pulling her finger back out, she dipped the syringe into the jar of Vaseline she had brought with her. Then she inserted the syringe into the captive's anus and began to squeeze it. Olya immediately felt something cold and unpleasant filling her rectum. As soon the tool was empty, the Mare immediately plugged the anus with her finger so that not a single drop would leak back out. Putting the syringe aside, the tormentor felt with her free hand for the rubber hose under the chair with a characteristic nozzle on the end. After shaking it off a bit and wiping the hose nozzle on herself, she immediately shoved it deep into Olya.
Hearing the old valve squeak, Olya felt cold water begin to flow into her rectum. First, the cold filled the lower part of her abdomen, then began to rise higher. She got goosebumps, and the short hairs on her pubis and under her arms stood on end. The Mare, for her part, didn't waste time, and with her right hand she massaged the captive's stomach vigorously, while with her left she continued to hold the hose. Slowly and smoothly, the water filled the young body. The stomach grew larger and larger, and the Mare didn't lose the rhythm of the massage. When the stomach seemed filled to the limit and could no longer be pressed down, the Mare simply began to slap it from different sides. Olya had already closed her eyes from the pain and was just quietly moaning, waiting for it to burst, when suddenly the flow of water stopped. The Mare, having turned off the valve, stood right in front of Olga and with one quick jerk pulled the hose out of the unfortunate girl. A stream of water with waste products burst out in a brown waterfall from the girl right onto the floor, splashing the Mare's hooves in the process. When the stream stopped, the Mare, wet and clearly dissatisfied with the result, began to massage the captive's stomach and squeeze the remaining water and feces out of her.
After examining the girl and what had been washed out of her, the Mare decided that the lavage needed to be repeated. She inserted the hose into the girl's anus again and turned on the water. When Olya's stomach swelled up again like that of a pregnant whore, the Mare stopped holding the hose, without turning off the water valve. She approached the chair from the side, and with one hand grabbing the chair itself, and with the other, picking up her huge strap-on, she nimbly threw her leg over Olya and sat down on her stomach with all her weight. At that moment, Olya's vision darkened, and the hose simply shot out of her hole, forced out by a geyser of brown water. Due to its small size, Olya's anus couldn't pass a large amount of water, so her stomach deflated slowly, gradually sinking under the weight of the wicked Mare. She didn't stop; grabbing the rubber monster with both hands, she tried to insert it into the girl's mouth. Despite all efforts, the head of the cock couldn't get inside, as the small, cute mouth wasn't designed for such a thing. After this, the Mare only got angry and took it as a personal insult. She began to twist the speculum in Olya's mouth to open it to the maximum. Teeth crunched, Olya screamed as best she could, but the Mare finally achieved her goal and shoved the dildo head into her mouth.
The cock simply tore her mouth from the inside, and Olya already thought she would lose consciousness. Her saliva, tears, and snot, which flowed in streams, covered her entire face. And the little horse, grabbing the cock with both hands, made movements akin to a rider. With her massive buttocks, she squeezed the remaining water out of the girl's belly, and with her hands simultaneously pushed the cock like a piston. Since her teeth seemed to bite into the thick rubber, Olya couldn't let the head come back out freely, so her head moved in time with the thick cock and painfully hit the back of her head against the hard seat of the old chair. With her water-distended stomach, she felt the Mare rubbing against her with her massive pussy. Suddenly, the rider slightly changed position, slipped one hand under herself, and began to rub her hole. The wild ride seemed like it would continue until Olya died, when suddenly the horse convulsed and jerked her legs spasmodically. Then, leaning her hands on Olya, she lifted her pelvis and released a powerful stream from her massive vagina. After a minute's pause, the Mare, with one hand pressed against Olga's forehead, pulled the cock head out of the unfortunate girl's mouth with the other. Olya's eyes were red, snot continued to stream from her nose, and her mouth resembled a hemorrhoidal anus, but despite all this, she at least managed to warm up in the "mare's" urine mixed with orgasm. Jumping off her victim, the Mare examined the water she had literally squeezed out of Olga and now seemed satisfied. Meanwhile, Olga herself was crushed, in every sense of the word.
Now that the water procedures were over, the preparation could be finished and the actual entertainment could begin. The Mare tossed aside the now-unneeded water hose and pulled out a bicycle pump that was operated by foot. Shoving the special nozzle back into Olya's ass, the Mare braced both hands against her stomach and began pumping air with her right hoof. It was clear from the Mare that she was putting all her strength into these pumps. Heavy breathing could be heard; she clearly lacked air in the mask, it was hard to breathe, and it was also very hot. Her body was covered in sticky sweat, and her tanned skin turned red. Streams of sweat ran down her back, and her luxurious wet buttocks slapped against each other, creating the effect of loud applause for her efforts. Probably, she herself was tired, and probably already wanted to leave, but for Olya's sake, she was ready for anything, because her love was stronger than all difficulties.
As soon as the stomach acquired sufficient firmness and the intestines inside Olya were completely straightened out, the stubborn horse finally stopped. Now the pump was also tossed aside as no longer needed. Finally, she pulled out medical anal speculum forceps from the bucket. Dipping them into the white jar of Vaseline, the Mare bent over the tortured anus to continue the torment.
Wanting to get some revenge, Olya waited until the Mare lowered herself to her anus, tensed her stomach, and with a powerful fart released some of the air with which she had been pumped into her face. But the Mare just laughed out loud and, as if playing, pressed her nose into the girl's butt. Then, for good measure, having lubricated the anus itself with Vaseline, she began to shove the terrible tool in there. Applying some effort, she managed to stretch the hole as much as the speculum itself allowed. But apparently, this wasn't enough, and another, much larger speculum was inserted into the stretched hole. In the place where, not long ago, there was an anus that performed physiological functions for Olya, removing waste from the body, now there was a huge hole, which was a window into her beautiful and rich inner world.
The Mare took out a flashlight and shone it inside the captive, meticulously looking for something there. And it seemed not in vain, because inside shone perfectly clean rings of the intestinal wall, washed with water and a special solution. It seemed the Mare was looking for lost happiness there. It seemed she, like no one else, understood that true female beauty is inside, not outside. Inside, she didn't just see the girl's red insides. She saw her beautiful soul.
Finally seeing what she wanted, the little horse nodded approvingly. Scooping up a handful of Vaseline, she thoroughly lubricated her gloves all the way up to her shoulders. Then, telling erotic stories, she slowly and carefully began to insert her hand through the open hole. With her palm, she stroked the inside walls of the girl's rectum from within. The hand went deeper and deeper, and the inquisitive Mare began to examine the captive's abdominal cavity. With her free hand, which was outside, she helped herself by pressing on the stomach in the right areas. There she felt the uterus, a little further the ovaries, first
— the left, and then the right. Further, she found the kidneys and even further the liver. When the biological structure of the insides didn't allow the hand to reach the desired place, the Mare used brute force, and her fist forced the intestines to turn in the right direction. From the outside, Olya's dancing stomach resembled the lair of a wild beast that kept trying to break out, but the stomach wouldn't let it. Now that irreversible metamorphoses had occurred in the girl's belly, and the black hand had gone inside more than an elbow-length, the torment stopped, and the hand finally emerged.
Now, after all these torments they had endured, Olya could finally receive her justly deserved prize. The Mare began diligently coating her huge horse dildo. Having lubricated it well, she began to slowly and carefully insert it into the girl. Despite the significant diameter of the opened hole, the head of the cock still went in tightly. The Mare did everything slowly, so as not to, God forbid, knock out the speculum prematurely. Olga felt a locomotive entering her anus. Having gone in a little past the level of the navel, the cock rested against a knot of tangled intestines. A healthy hump formed on the victim's stomach, and sweat broke out on her forehead. The horse took a step back and pulled the thick phallus out a little. Then, twisting it inside, she pushed it in again, so hard that Olya felt her intestines abnormally spreading apart, giving way to the black monster until it bumped into her stomach. Now, having achieved the desired result, the Mare began to fuck Olya full program. In order to fuck Olya with such a huge cock, the Mare had to take two steps back and then two steps forward, while holding it with both hands and giving it the right motion when pushing it back in. When the rubber balls pressed against the ass, the monster's head beat against the stomach, causing Olya to feel nauseous and start burping. But the horse only increased the pace. She got so carried away that she even began to stamp her hoof on the tiles, as befits such an animal. And finally, unable to withstand the pressure, Olga released a fountain of vomit. The fountain was so powerful that the contents of her stomach covered not only her chest and stomach but also the fucking Mare herself. The Mare perceived this as the highest praise for her labors. After three more, slightly smaller vomit geysers, the horse finally stopped. From lack of air, the Mare, leaving the cock inside Olga, collapsed exhausted onto her vomit-covered stomach and lost consciousness. From the strong blow to the stomach, she gave one last stream of vomit and covered the horse's back with it. They both lost consciousness.
Olga fell into oblivion. All the walls around disappeared, she detached from her chair and flew away. She flew over her city, over her school where she once studied, over the park where she had her first kiss. She felt so light and calm, when suddenly she saw her dorm below, the one she never returned to. She smoothly flew down towards the open window in her room. Through the window, she flew into the room and immediately plopped right into her bed. Suddenly, a hand pulled her out of her sleep, and then a familiar voice called out.
"Wake up already, we've overslept everything as it is!" the annoying voice wouldn't leave her alone. "It's time, beauty, wake up!"
"Who? What? Where?" Olya mumbled in response.
"No time to explain!