Chapter 2

A narrow band of sunlight slanted through the trees and shone on Laura's hair. Combined with the strain of her bondage, it conspired to send rivers of sweat down her chest. Her dress was soaked; her bare chest gleamed.

For Laura, the sweat and the pain of bondage didn't exist; only the trip-hammering of her heart, and the grotesquely loud breathing in her right ear. She dared not move. She was terrified. She had awoken some minutes before, to something rough and bristly on her right shoulder. Jumping convulsively, she kept her head down and her eyes shut. The touch went away for a time, then returned. Slowly, as slowly as a creeping minute hand about a watch face, she moved sideways. It was a goat. A goddamned goat! She jerked her head up and whacked the goat's snout with her cheek. The goat brayed and stumbled away, hoofing the earth. It snorted. If Laura could have, she would have laughed.

A goat!

It had nibbled her hair.

She could have kissed it!

After a minute's observance, the goat decided Laura was no further threat and shuffled back. Its rough tongue lapped at her shoulder and sweaty armpit, and though it felt funny and gross, it didn't hurt.

Must be the salt, she guessed. Lots of salt in perspiration.

Laura - the human salt-lick.

While the goat satisfied its odd need, Laura looked around the clearing. No Bruce. Only herself and the goat. She debated whether or not she wanted Bruce to come back.

Emboldened by her lack of response, the animal slopped its tongue against the sensitive area at the base of Laura's neck and a hard shiver ran through her.

"Ayy! Gwuith-ath!" Hey! Quit that!

The goat backed away.

Laura twisted her head and rubbed the affected spot with her chin, only to be chased away when the goat returned.

"I told you to stop."

The goat licked halfway up her neck.

"Oh, gross!"

She twisted her head and tried again to swat the animal's snout. He pulled back, regarding her coolly with yellow eyes.

"Cut it out," she mumphed. "I won't tell you again."

The goat suddenly looked at the surrounds, into the trees and undergrowth, seeming to listen. Laura listened too.

"What is it?" she mumphed.

The goat butted her gently with his snout, as if to say, "Quiet," then listened some more. Laura listened also. Neither heard anything more, and the goat turned back and licked Laura across the front of her neck.

"Yuck! Stop that!"

Scavenging salt from her chin to the swell of her breasts, the tongue worked her up and down, left and right. Laura became increasingly alarmed. She tried butting it again with her chin, then her chest, but she was ignored. Then the goat stepped casually between her legs, dipped his head, and began lapping its wide tongue over the flat of her belly. Laura jumped back.

"Cut that out! Stop!"

Truly alarmed, she shoved backward against the tree, then sideways. The goat continued to lick and Laura could only cringe and watch in wide-eyed amazement.

What would she do if it licked her crotch?

The goat raised its head and sniffed her left nipple.

"No. Please."

It licked and Laura jumped away.

The goat licked her again.

"Jesus!" she cried, convulsing her chest. The goat nuzzled the underside of her breast and ran its tongue up to the nipple, then over it, bringing it immediately to attention. "Stop! Jesus! Mommy!"

This was worse than being molested.

Laura clambered sideways and up the tree, mewing deeply in her chest. The goat followed with remorseless indifference. It claimed all of her skin, licking incessantly at her nipples, as though drawn to the hard little points. It nipped her left breast.

"Ow!"

It nipped her again.

"Stop that!"

Looking about frantically, Laura struggled against the ropes, discovering some unexpected movement in her legs. She batted the goat's head with her knee. Braying, he started and jumped back, but Laura paid dearly for the act. Sheets of white pain whipped through her hips and her right thigh seized in a charley-horse.

"Nuunngggh!" she screamed.

Twisting back and forth, desperate to ease the cramp, Laura screamed into the gag. The goat watched curiously, a spectator at a tennis match. After a further ten seconds agony, the cramping eased.

"Jesus! Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Laura yelled.

What would she do if the cramp had continued, full force? She wasn't going to find out. She made herself relax.

Immediately, the goat came back and resumed its licking. Laura ignored it. She thought about school. She thought about her part-time job. She thought about Cowboy Bruce.

What was he, anyway?

No ten year old, that was for sure. Not with an erection like that. Eight inches long. Thick as a bottle. Laura had witnessed its arrival herself, knew this was no sock-stuffing fake. The boy was a mutant, a freak, a hormonally-imbalanced threat. Wanting it or not, she had come this damned close to being raped.

Probably she would be when he came back.

The goat concentrated on her left nipple, starting a buzz in her head that Laura could no longer ignore. Her gut tightened. The sensation widened. The goat tickled her nipple, then rasped it, then made it hurt. Each new lick made it harder to think and she expanded inside, as though taking in air and not letting it out. Her breasts swelled like balloons, growing lighter and more taut, the tips bouncing like ticking metronomes.

It felt good. It felt disgustingly good.

The goat, lost in its animal stupidity, had no idea of her response - it only wanted salt. Or so Laura thought. Her pheromone rush had triggered a rush of it's own. Between it's hind legs a small pod began to thicken, soon emerging as an erect penis; pink, wet and eerily human.

Laura groaned. Her drooling was back and again growing ropes to her chest. She worked her mouth trying to stop the flow, but this only worsened the ache. Worse, the goat followed the salt-rich saliva back to the source and began licking her face. Disgusted, Laura turned away. The goat followed. He became more aggressive.

"Stop it! Go back to my boobs, you prick! Better yet - leave me alone!" Her bloom of sexual hunger had vanished.

The goat nudged forward, making Laura press against the tree. Its tongue rolled out and lapped again against her left nipple and Laura yelled "Stop that! It hurts." Then its lips curled back and the goat opened his mouth, bit down hard on the nipple and pain shot all the way to her back.

"STOP THAT!" Laura screamed.

The goat released her, shook its head, then bit down again and pulled the bud left and right. Laura bellowed in pain. Unfazed, the goat stepped backward, digging for purchase with its front hooves, eyes still locked on her face. Laura's nipple stretched like a macabre rubber band until Laura screamed at the top of her lungs.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Her nipple would tear!

She threw back her head and screamed again, butting the goat with her knees. She couldn't feel the impact but the pain in her joints was enormous. She screamed again.

Her nipple would tear! It had to tear!

Nothing could hurt this much and not tear away!

Her left breast stretched to twice its length, and every tendon, every muscle stood out on her face and neck in purple relief. One more tug, one more hard bite, and her nipple was gone.

And then the other?

Laura seriously believed she'd never see the sunset.

Suddenly the pain stopped and though Laura's eyes were clamped shut, battened down like steel hatches, she knew her nipple was gone. It had to be, a tasty morsel now in the goat's stomach. She rocked back and forth in terror, knowing it wanted more, but a noise sounded to her right. Slowly she became aware the goat was mewing. She opened her eyes.

The goat crouched two feet away, belligerent but fearful, staring hard into the brush. It had not bitten her nipple off.

The noise came again, a low threatening rumble, and the goat dropped lower to the ground. It scratched a hoof, looked hastily back and forth, considering escape. Another noise, a rustling of branches, and then a loud threatening snap. Something nudged her opposite shoulder.

Laura screamed, found herself staring up the nose of another goat. A much bigger goat. A billygoat. "Oh, no," she wailed.

Looking obstinate, the second animal nipped the first, then butted it solidly on the neck. The smaller goat brayed and backed away, confused and defiant. It snorted and shook its head. The larger goat snorted back, twice as loud, and advanced. Obviously the alpha male.

"Oh, no!" Laura moaned. Then she saw the goat's erection.

Hooked upward like a banana - but twice the length of one - the triangular glans was bulbous, resembling a snake's head. The whole thing protruded from a matted sheath between the goat's legs. It swayed ominously.

Had she caused that?

While the smaller goat held its ground, the big goat chose to ignore it, nipping casually at Laura's shoulder. Laura twisted away. The goat thrust his long tongue into her armpit, tasting the salt content there, recoiled slightly from an unexpected taste. Her deodorant, she thought. Good! But the goat enjoyed the skin beneath her arm, and worked it in big swaths up and down. He nipped her again with his blunt teeth, making Laura leap.

This goat liked to bite!

She swatted its muzzle with her head, but he continued to lick, gradually working his way around her biceps and up to her shoulder. Then the side of her neck. He nipped her there and Laura recoiled.

"Dammit! Cut that out!"

The goat nipped her again and she screamed around the rock, swishing her hair back and forth wildly. Momentarily startled, the goat backed up. Now Laura was really frightened. Blunt teeth or not, if it took a good bite and got a vein or artery, she might bleed to death. When the goat moved forward again, Laura whacked it hard on the nose with her head, making her ears ring. The animal grunted loudly and snapped at her again, barely missing her cheek. Laura screamed a third time. The goat butted her shoulder, then the side of her neck, then took another hard nip at her right shoulder. She jerked her head down, hoping to block his thrusts. The goat got hair instead. He yanked it hard.

"Owww! Leave that alone!"

She struggled and got her hair free, only to have the goat swipe the side of her head, sucking up a huge mouthful again. He started to chew.

"Stop that!"

She twisted away, threatening to pull hair out by the roots. She fought panic. She pulled again, this time more slowly, easing it from between the goat's teeth. They were unaccustomed to anything as fine as hair. A wet lumpy mass, her hair slapped disgustingly against her face. At least she could see.

The goat, uncertain whether to try again or go back to a more fruitful pursuit, snorted.

"Leave me alone! Bastard!"

She bumped its flank with her right knee, trying to drive it away, succeeded only in making her thigh scream. The goat snorted, shook its head.

"Go! Get out of here! Eat weeds or something!"

Crack! Crack-crunch!

"Now what!"

She looked for the source of the noise and soon another goat stepped into the clearing. Then another. Then a third.

"Oh, God!" she wailed.

What is this?

The nearest farm was five miles down the road, where she had often saw goats before. But the animals were behind sturdy barbed-wire fences, and she had never seen one loose. Until now. Did the goats herd here? Had they escaped to graze where food was more plentiful? It was tinder dry. Perhaps the farmer was right there in the woods, behind a tree, watching his big billy make a spectacle of her.

"Ow!"

One of the goats stepped on Laura's left foot and she jerked away, tried lift the foot from the ground. The best she could do was to point it up. The first goat nipped at the bandana experimentally, then pulled aggressively at it for a moment, gave up when the bandana slipped from its teeth. It nibbled Laura's curled toes instead. Laura screamed and batted the goat with her knee, straining her thigh muscles again. She screamed and the goat stumbled back.

"Leave me alone godammit!" Then a frustrated: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

She twisted back and forth against the rope, against the tree, waiting for the next attack. The rest of the herd edged forward, grouping in a loose semi-circle. They watched with impenetrable goat-interest. Laura saw herself as lunch.

"Nnnnnnuuuhhh!"

The goat on her right licked the bottom of her foot, and extremely ticklish, Laura cringed away. "Stop that! Stop that right now!" She bucked up and down. "No! Don't do that. Eeeeee!"

Her foot curled in a capital 'C', firing an extremely painful new cramp, bending her double. "No-no-no-no! No-no-no-no! Don't do that!" She fought both the cramp and the goat's insistent tongue.

Incredibly, she began to laugh.

"Stop it! Stop it! Please!" She laughed even harder, a maddening laugh, feeling her bladder control slip. Already over-stretched, it began to gush urine.

"Stop that! Stop! I can't pee my pants!"

The wet spot on her panties grew quickly to the size of a half-dollar.

"No! Stop!"

The goat continued at her foot and Laura continued to pee.

"Please!"

Her crotch became soddenly wet, urine flowing until it came through her panties in a gushing jet, arcing six or eight inches onto the grass. Laura squealed helplessly as the closest of the goats lowered its head and sniffed he grass; two of the others backed away. She laughed and shut her eyes against the awful sight, not reopening them until her bladder was empty.

A third goat began sucking her right toes.

"Please! Oh, please! Have some mercy!"

Working its mouth around and slobbering like an old man with no teeth, the goat made Laura yank back and forth. The big billy lowered its head, seemed ready to butt the offending goat, then lowered its snout to her urine. It sniffed, took an experimental lick, and Laura thought, miserably, No-no-no-no!

The goat found the taste to his liking. It continued to lick, working it way back to Laura's panties. Laura skittered away.

"Come, on. Come on. Give a girl a break." She looked desperately around. "Please!"

The goat sniffed and bumped Laura curiously, making her quail, while yet another goat licked the wet grass and began to move closer. She was going crazy, laughing even harder, beginning to choke.

Great! Now I'll be eaten by goats!

Then the big goat licked the front of her panties and Laura wailed crazily, "Nooooooooooooo!" and flailed back and forth. Not my crotch! she pleaded. Not my crotch! Oh, God, not my crotch!

The goat nipped the satin between his teeth and gently tugged, catching Laura's pubic hair. She nearly died. "Leave me alone," she begged, clutching her freaked-out mind. It wanted to blast into orbit, carrying with it her sanity. Another goat thrust its tongue into her left ear.

"Get away!"

This goat settled for slobbering on her shoulder

Undeterred, the big billy lapped at her crotch, hunkering down and putting its snout to the ground, allowing its tongue to lick sideways. Laura scrunched her eyes. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! The original goat, the one with the delicate pink erection, returned and began to lap her damaged left nipple - oh, God it ached - while a fifth took care of the other. I'm a human udder, she thought crazily. She laughed in horror while, behind the tree, her bound hands clawed the bark, splintering her nails. She relinquished her hold on reality for a moment, let it bound away out of sight. A stone-crazy old man with cartoon eyes danced in her head.

"We're gonna do it!" the madman cackled. "We're gonna do it!

Laura fought back. "We're not doing anything!"

The madman cackled and danced. "Fuck the goats! Fuck the goats! Open your legs and fuck the goats!"

"I'm not fucking anyone!" she screamed aloud. "Now go away!"

Her nipples on fire, Laura concentrated on this, using the pain to banish the madman. "I'm not so weak," she chanted. "I'm not so weak." She looked straight at the sky, concentrated on the canopy of leaves, the glimpsed white clouds. "I can hold on," she whispered. "I can hold on." Slowly, her sanity returned.

"I can do it! Do it, Laura! Just do it!"

The billy and two of the other goats looked up, yellow eyes blankly curious. The billy looked around, as though expecting someone to whom this tied-up one spoke. No one was there, but that didn't diminish its worry. It sensed something was wrong.

Laura raised on her heels, straining. The undersides of her feet were abraded, her back abraded, her palate abraded, her entire body a quivering wreck. Goats were everywhere. Despite the pain, a traitorous frenzy had built in that small dark place inside her crotch - though she fought heroically against it - and the incessant licking had Laura panic-aroused. Very aroused.

"Stop that," she whimpered. "It's not fair. Not fair at all." Her buttocks tightened and she raised entirely off the ground, ankles and thighs screaming in protest. "Noooo!" she wailed. "Leave me alone!"

Could she really being starting an orgasm?

Looking desperately at her crotch, where the big animal worked her panties with mindless endeavor, hooves scraping the ground and its huge erection - twelve inches of thick, angry red - waiting patiently for her vagina, Laura wailed again, knowing her humanness would disappear with the goat inside, hating herself for wanting it. "Nooooooo!" she pleaded again. "Nooooooo!" The harder she fought, the stronger her foe became. The tonguing inflamed her until all that stood between Laura and sexual inferno was force of will. Then it became too much. Suddenly she rose high and hard against the tree, locked in spread-eagled explosion as an orgasm ripped her apart. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!" she howled, grinding against the bark. Her thighs spasmed convulsively and gas rocketed out of her tail.

Laura erupted.

Laura detonated.

Like a star going nova, her mind collapsed onto its fusing core, then rebounded violently. She jumped ferociously against the rope, smashing and thumping against the startled goats, making all but the big one stumble away. The big billy didn't stop, but worked Laura's fevered crotch with a mindless greed, lapping the gushing juice as fast as it came out. She clamped her eyes and succumbed to complete abandon, humping the goat's snout, not caring about muscles or pain or anything else. Tendons, which ached for weeks afterward, strained beneath her skin like pleated cords and her tummy - hard as tempered steel and thrumming like a dynamo - convulsed with need. Her vagina clutched a cock that wasn't there; her ass bounced hard on the ground.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" she screamed and the goat bellowed and Laura bellowed and both of them bellowed.

Her star went supernova.