A beam of sunlight slanted through the thick grove of trees and shone on Dawn's bound young body like a spotlight. It was hot, even at this time of the late afternoon, and the heat combined with the tension and strain of her uncomfortable bondage to make her sweat like a little pig. The waist of her skirt was soaked. Her bare chest and tits glistened with a fine sheen of warm sweat.
But for Dawn the trickling rivers of sweat and the pain of her tight bondage didn't exist, only the sound of her own wildly hammering heart, and the grotesque breathing close to her ear.
She was terrified.
She jumped when something touched her bare shoulder again. Something warm and wet and rough.
Dawn jerked her head around and bumped her cheek against the snout of a big old billygoat!
She cried out, but instantly gave a loud sigh of relief and sank back weakly against the trunk of the tree.
Thank God. It was only a goat.
The rough tongue lapped at her sweaty shoulder and armpit. It felt funny, but it didn't hurt. It just tickled. Must be after the salt, Dawn told herself, shuddering all over with tremendous relief.
She could have kissed the goat. He had scared off that damned little boy just in time. The big animal slopped its thick tongue against the sensitive flesh at the base of the girl's slender throat, sending another hard shiver through her whole body. Dawn twisted her head and tried to push the animal's snout away from her neck.
The goat seemed easy enough to get along with. He pulled his head away, looked around at the pleasant trees and bushes for a few moments. But then he stepped casually over Dawn's outstretched legs, dipped his head down, and began lapping his wide wet tongue against the upper slopes of Dawn's bare young tits.
Startled by the roughness of the goat's tongue, Dawn tried to shove herself backward away from him. But it was useless. She was tied in place. All she could do was cringe there, her chin driven into the base of her throat as she watched in wide-eyed wonder while the billygoat nuzzled her tits and nipples, sucking and slurping and slobbering heavily all over the beautiful mounds.
Dawn was shocked at the pleasure that the animal's licking tongue sent flowing into her tits. The rough stroking of her hardened nipple buds brought both pain and pleasure, but the combination felt wonderful, and made her tummy tense with a new kind of lust. The sensations grew within her, filling her body with strange new feelings with each new stroke of the goat's quick tongue. It tickled, it hurt, it warmed, it rasped. And Dawn felt herself blossoming outward, as though she was taking in air and not letting it out, expanding, like a balloon, filling her tits and making them larger and larger, thrusting the huge firm mounds of her tits upward and outward for the animal to lick.
God, it felt good.
The goat was content to stand there between Dawn's spread thighs and lap her tit-flesh, slurping up the salty moisture that covered the smooth sleek globes. He had no idea that he was causing such powerful and wonderful new emotions within the child, that he was torturing her stiffened little nipples with rough pleasure. As far as the goat was concerned, Dawn's stone-hard nipples were nothing more than bumps on yet another strangely-shaped saltlick.
Surprised at herself, Dawn quickly got used to the goat's presence. It wasn't so bad. In fact, it was getting to be quite nice. Certainly, it was a hell of a lot better than what that little boy had had in mind for her. But she had nearly forgotten the kid. She gulped and panted through her nose, feeling her own warm saliva sliding in long strings from her mouth and wetting her tits. She worked her jaws to ease the strain of holding her mouth so wide open around the stone gag. But she was concentrating as much as she could on the sensations in her nipples. Her nips had never been harder. They seemed about to explode, they were so distended. How they ached. But the ache was wonderful, and every time the goat stroked that huge wet tongue of his across the sensitive taut skin of her pulsing nipples, Dawn thought she was going to burst with pleasure.
Something suddenly nudged her other shoulder. She cried out around the stone in her mouth, spitting saliva into the cloud of blonde hair that covered her face. She jerked her head to see what it was this time, and found herself staring right up the nose of another big goat.
The second animal nipped casually at Dawn's bare shoulder, testing the tenderness of her flesh with its teeth. Dawn twisted her shoulder away from his mouth. The goat didn't care. He slopped his long tongue into her armpit, thrusting it down into the warm salty nest between her arm and her side. But this goat liked to use his teeth. He nipped as he nuzzled his snout deeper under her arm, forcing it away from her side. His sharp teeth hurt, and left marks on the girl's skin. Dawn pushed at the animal's face with her shoulder, trying to make him go away. But he started licking her face.
Dawn pulled her head back. The big beast started nipping at the side of her throat. This frightened her. If he really took a good bite out of her neck, she might start bleeding to death before anybody found her, before anybody even started looking for her.
She bumped the side of her head against the goat's nose, grunting and jerking her slim shoulder into his chin. Her hair flew against his mouth, and the goat slurped it up. He began nibbling on the long blonde strands. He swiped his tongue over Dawn's head, sucking up a mouthful of her beautiful hair. Contentedly, he started chewing on it.
Dawn panicked. She winced as she felt her hair being tugged hard. It really hurt, made her eyes water. She thought the goat was going to pull her hair right out of her head by the roots. She pulled her head back away from his mouth, but very slowly and firmly, with a steady pressure, easing her hair from the goat's drooling mouth. It came out in a soggy mess, and slapped against her tits, a thick wet mess of hair curling down over her tingling nipple.
But the first animal lapped her hair up as he stroked his tongue over the girl's tit again. He began chewing the mouthful of hair. Dawn groaned in exasperation and tugged her hair from the goat's mouth. Again it stuck to her chest, but this time she quickly flipped it over her shoulder to safety. Her face was still hidden behind her loose hair, but not so much now.
Another goat stepped through the underbrush and started walking toward the girl. Dawn almost started laughing.
Good God, she thought, what the hell's going on here? Where did all these goats come from?
The only place she knew that had so many goats was across the meadow, but there were two sturdy barbed-wire fences between here and there.
Then it struck her. What if the goats had been herded here? What if the man who owned the animals was lurking out there in the bushes, watching his big old billygoats make love to a little girl?
The third goat stopped at Dawn's bound foot. Dawn's foot jumped and jerked and pulled wildly in the tight binding of her knee sock as the goat licked the sensitive bottom. She wiggled her toes, but it did no good. The goat's tongue was really torturing her, tickling her foot so badly that she knew she couldn't take much more.
The goat began sucking her toes. It worked its teeth down over her toes and closed its lips around them, and sucked. It sucked hard, cleaning her toes of salty moisture.
But Dawn was going crazy with the sensations that coursed through her young body. She couldn't stand it. Her tits were on fire, her nipples searing points of flame. And the undersides of her tits felt as though they were being rubbed raw by wet sandpaper. The goat near her head was trying to thrust his big tongue into her ear, slobbering all over her neck and shoulder. And the animal at her foot was killing her, sucking her delicate little toes and licking the bottom of her bare foot with its rough tongue.
It was hell. But it was a burning hell of wild pleasure. Dawn had never before experienced such insane sensations, never dreamed of feeling such wonderful things. Her whole body was quivering in a frenzy of overpowering need, urgent lust. She felt her ass cheeks tighten and lift her off the ground, using her bound ankles for support. Behind the tree, her bound hands clawed the dirt, pulled at the long grass blades, worked madly in the tight cord of the little boy's rope.
She was shaking hard, her whole body jolting and jerking with the pleasure of the goats' tongues.
And, suddenly, it happened.
She rose up high and hard against the binding socks and cord and locked her body into a tight position, her chin ground into her chest, and her thighs tensed and trembling.
And she came.
She came hard and long, gushing her virgin fuck juices into her tight white cotton panties. Her climax made her body jerk all over, jump violently in her bondage, bumping and humping against the snouts of the startled goats.
The animals backed away from the girl's shaking body, eyed her cautiously.
Dawn shut her eyes tight and let the feelings flow. She humped the air, her thighs jumping, her feet bouncing, her cute toes curled hard.
Her cunt channel flooded with her young come, and the sweet fuck fluid squirted out of her tight pussy slit, wetting the taut crotch of her panties thoroughly. She panted and snorted loudly, moaning with intense pleasure, her mind a fog of virginal lust.
Her ass bounced against the ground, her tight hard ass cheeks quivering to keep her up. She fucked the air. Her cunt walls spasmed hard and spewed her come from her pussy hole, trembled and shuddered as the entire length of her cunt clutched at a cock that wasn't there.
The spasms racked her body. She gulped saliva, chewed the stone in her mouth, cried out in shrill squeaks of pure pleasure.
Her climax was hard and hot. Her nipples strained to the limit, filling her mind with the image of a suddenly bursting tomato. Her cunt pulsed and throbbed and thrummed with electric pleasure. Fuck juice gushed from her pussy, the sticky fuck fluid smearing the crotch of her tight panties.
Slowly, her spasms subsided. She came back to earth. Her ass settled slowly to the ground, and her straining thighs relaxed a little bit. Her tummy quivered and felt hard and knotted. Her tits felt heavy, and her nipples grew quickly soft, as though they'd been punctured and the air had blown away. Slowly, she lifted her head until she was pressing it back against the trunk of the tree.
She let go of the clumps of grass she had pulled from the ground.
She sighed, a long and heavy sigh.
She opened her eyes.
The goats were looking at her, heads cocked. She moaned, and snorted a little laugh.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, what's happening to me? Dawn sighed again, softly and with great pleasure. She had never felt such a good come. All those times she'd used her fingers, massaging that little button of pleasure between her pussy lips, had been nothing compared to this.
Good God.
Goats.
She'd gotten off on goats' tongues. And they hadn't gotten anywhere near her pussy. She concentrated on her cunt mound now, and felt the gooey fuck juices cooling on her skin, drying in the soft downy curls of blonde cunt hair that lightly covered her pussy lips.
Her panties were soaked with her come. They were sticking to her cunt mound. She felt a trickle of warm goo slide down between her ass cheeks, coating her tight little puckered asshole.
It felt good.
If she were only untied, she would stretch and roll over onto her bare tummy on the cool grass and go to sleep. She felt so completely relaxed. Even the tension in her thighs seemed easy, familiar, almost comfortable.
The sunlight on her bare tits felt good, too. She shook her head sharply, trying to toss the cloud of hair out of her face. It didn't work. And she was still tightly tied to the trees.
One of the goats moved toward her. He lowered his head and sniffed loudly. He stretched out his neck and gave Dawn's bare foot a swipe with his tongue. Her foot jerked hard, and she tensed at the thought of having her foot sucked again.
But the goat wasn't interested in her foot. He shook his head hard, snorted, backed away a bit, then lowered his head almost to the ground.
He sniffed again.
Oh oh, Dawn thought, watching the animal closely. She squirmed, shifting her ass cheeks on the ground. She had no way to protect her cunt if the goat decided he wanted a taste of fresh young pussy juice.
The goat stepped forward, up between Dawn's widespread legs. She tightened her thighs. He was coming for her pussy. His head moved slowly from side to side, searching for the source of that mind-blowing smell.
Dawn whined, gurgling on the spit that filled her throat. She gagged as she gulped the saliva down, and her teeth ground against the stone in her mouth. She forced her mouth wide open again.
The goat kept coming. The other animals were sniffing the air now, too. Suddenly, the one that had been nibbling Dawn's neck stepped over her leg and shouldered the other goat aside. The goat tripped, stepped directly onto Dawn's tightly stretched thigh. His weight on top of his sharp foot sent a jolt of stunning pain ripping through the girl's loins.
Dawn screamed, shrieked around the gagging stone and scarf, blasted saliva into the curtain of blonde hair covering her face. Her shriek startled the goats. The foot on her thigh gouged into her flesh as the animal leaped away. The pain was like a searing knife of steel slicing through her flesh.
The goat darted into the underbrush. Trembling, Dawn looked down at her thigh. A bright red welt was rising up on her skin, but there was no blood.
She glanced at the other goat. He was still standing in front of her, alert, but steady. Her scream had startled him, but had not frightened him away.
His nostrils quivered. His head went down as he moved forward, and he butted his nose against the front of Dawn's wet panties.
She gasped as she felt the big wide tongue swipe over the moist cotton crotch, pulling the material away from her come-smeared pussy lips. Some of her downy cunt hair pulled away from her cunt mound, and Dawn winced at the sharp little pains. The goat licked her panties again, wetting the material with his thick saliva.
Dawn's whole body tensed, and she prayed hard that the animal wouldn't decide to take a nip of her down there.
If he bit her cunt, he could ruin her as a woman for life.
But she was utterly helpless to stop him. The pains were coming back, in full force. And now her thigh hurt from the deep welt.
Her body was one throbbing aching horrible pain. But something was happening to her again. The goat licked the crotch of her panties, rubbing the soft wet material against her goo-smeared pussy mound.
But the pleasure wasn't pushing the pain away this time. Dawn forced herself to concentrate on the goat's lapping tongue. She squinted hard, moaned, rolled her head against the bark of the tree, dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, trying desperately to feel only the pleasure of the goat's teasing tongue.
But it wouldn't work.
Her body had gone over the threshold. All she could feel was pain. Even the pleasure of the stroking tongue faded, and became another pain, a pushing and prodding at her sensitive pussy.
She began crying.
Softly at first, then harder and harder, Dawn wept. The tears spilled from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Her tits jiggled as the shuddering spasms of weeping swept over her. Saliva spilled from her mouth and mixed with her tears, dripped and hung in long strings from her chin down onto her bare tits.
And the goat licked her crotch, sucking at the thick wet goo that stained the soft cotton, nipping at the material with his teeth as he tried to pull it away. His teeth caught hold of the material for a moment, and the goat took a step back, pulling the wet panties far away from the girl's pussy. Dawn barely felt it as the whole crotch of her panties gave way, chewed through and pulled away by the goat's teeth.
Satisfied with his prize, the goat wandered away into the bushes, chewing with great pleasure on the come-and-sweat drenched crotch of the panties of a little girl.
Dawn slowly stopped weeping. She hurt all over. She felt weak, exhausted. She was baffled. She'd been fouled and violated in the worst way. A pack of animals had attacked her. They'd chewed on her flesh, sucked on her body, bitten her, stepped on her, torn her clothes. And made her come.
She sighed hard.
They had made her come.