Beth Likes It
– Ch. 09
In which Beth discovers what she really is…
One of the effects of being tied to the table with my knees spread was that I could see my poor pudenda. The men had cleaned it with rubbing alcohol but it was bleeding again, from all the tiny punctures.
My entire crotch had been punctured and scraped by the tack-covered bull’s saddle: my inner thighs, my bottom cheeks, the crack between them including my tender anus, and even my plump, clean-shaven pubic mound had all been slammed and scraped as the mechanical bull bucked and jerked. And of course my labia were not spared: my legs had been spread so widely that my pussy had taken the brunt of the assault, and both my outer and inner lips were in desperate need of at least ointment, salve, bandaging, and maybe even a visit to the doctor. Even my tiny clitoris had been punctured by one well-positioned tack. I would recover, just as i would recover from the teaspoonful of hot oil that had been dribbled into my open vagina earlier in the day, but for the moment my most intimate regions were in battered, bloody disarray.
The pain was incredible, but the sight was breathtaking. And despite my exhaustion and continuing agony i could could feel my nipples pucker and my ruined pussy dampen once again.
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