[gduke]

Part 6, The Wild West
She stepped off the train in Boulder Colorado with no cash and no plan. Soon she was in front of the train station begging for money.
She had managed to get only a couple of dollars when a tall man in a cowboy hat said, "I don't give handouts but if you're willing to work, I have a job for you."
"Doing what?" Emily said apprehensively.
"Just taking care of the horses in my stable," the cowboy replied.
Emily was intrigued. Since she was a girl she had loved the idea of having a horse although she had never seen one in person.
"Okay," she said, and soon she was in the cowboy's big, white SUV chatting and drinking Starbucks.
The cowboy claimed he had the best horses in Colorado. She imagined herself riding a white horse through a meadow and her hair flowing in the breeze. She told the cowboy about her boyfriend and his punk band and how happy they were going to be in Los Angeles.
Some time later the rolled into the ranch which was a scene of perfectly manicured grass, tidy buildings, and horses with beautiful, shining coats.
The cowboy led her into the stables and up to a stall where he said "First, you're going to be taking care of Sampson."
Sampson was a magnificent stallion, standing in soft hay and looking at her with big, brown eyes.
"Okay," Emily asked. "What do I do?"
The cowboy opened the stall door and said, "It's easy. Just step in and I'll walked you through it."
Emily stepped in and put her hand onto the stallion's shiny, black coat, and the horse let out a happy snort.
"That's it," the cowboy said. "You're a natural."
"Okay, now what?" Emily asked.
"You milk him," the cowboy said.
"Milk?" Emily said with confusion. "He's a boy horse."
The cowboy was now shooting video with his phone.
"You put your hands into that bucket of lube and rub his cock until he shoots his load," Ron said, holding back laughter.
"No, no, no," Emily sobbed.
"YES!" The cowboy ordered, dropping the phone and grabbing a cattle prod.
Emily shrieked and the horse winnied as a jolt of electricity shot from the prod on her buttock through her whole body.
"Shut the fuck up. You're scaring the horse!" Athe cowboy commanded as he zapped her again. "Get naked, too."
Resigned to her fate, Emily began to disrobe.
"Dance like a stripper," the cowboy ordered, showing her the cattle prod again.
Emily did her best to comply, shaking her hips and twirling her clothes before dropping them, but there was no hiding her misery.
"This is fucking hilarious," the cowboy snickered. "Now jerk him off and make sure you catch his jizz in that white bucket."
Emily dunked both hands into the bucket of lube and at her first touch Sampson's huge penis started growing toward the floor. He had done this before. She was filled with revision as she ran her hands along the enormous shaft that was colored with blotches of dark brown and pink.
The appendage was flopping around and the cowboy grew up impatient, satin," C'mon, faster! Put your mouth over the end of it!"
Emily's hard work soon paid off and the gigantic cock was as hard as the arm of a bodybuilder. She stroked like mad, and Sampson fidgeted excitedly in his stall.
"That's it, almost there," Ron said as he recorded Emily's shame for posterity.
Sampson whinnied loudly as a torrent of cum charged through his urethra, into Emily's mouth and out her nose.
She was gagging and spitting cum out all over herself and realizing how much runnier horse cum is than human cum.
"Get it into the bucket!" the cowboy shouted. "That horse's balls are a gold mine!'
Emily dutifully wiped the cum out of her eyes and off of her face and flick it into the bucket. She gathered up handfuls of the semen running down her tits and stomach and scraped it off into the white, plastic bucket.
She looked at the cowboy and said, "Okay?"
"That's great," the cowboy said. "Nine more to go."
Emily's heart sank. The rest of her day was spent taking faceful after faceful of equine semen. Each had its own taste and consistency, and each horse knew what was happening when she stepped in and they whiffed the ejaculate of its stable mates. One was so excited, its erection was rock hard and it came soon after she started stroking its colossal member. Most, however made her put in an honest effort before erupting into her angelic face.
"Yuck, you're a mess," the cowboy said after she finished.
The skin on the front of her body had a patina of cum in varying stages of evaporation. Some was still gooey, some dried to a crust and everything in between. Her hair was like hay soaked in wood glue and her eyes were bloodshot from having horse cum in them.
"Rinse yourself off in that trough and get dressed," the cowboy said, throwing her clothes in front of her.
She did her best to get clean with out soap while the cowboy smoked a cigar and ogled her naked body. When she finished she looked at him forlornly and dreaded finding out what came next.
"Here's what's going to happen," the cowboy began. "If you're thinking about calling the police, don't bother. The chief of police is going to be here with a few of my friends on Saturday and your video will be the main attraction. If you tell anyone else, the video will go from a private viewing to being the favorite internet porn clip of every pervert on earth."
Emily stared at the ground.
"Now, now. It's not that bad," the cowboy said with mock concern. "I'll have you taken to the airport and when you get there, you'll have a ticket to Los Angeles. You can be with your stupid boyfriend and his stupid band."
A faint glimmer of hope entered Emily's sad, little heart.