Torturing Tayla

I've received a few requests for a bestiality scene.  Unfortunately one of the sites I post this story on, doesn't permit such acts, even in writing. 
 

The sun continued to creep higher and higher.  They didn’t come for her.  As noon approached, she began to worry that they’d forgotten her.  Despite her situation she allowed herself a mirthless laugh.  She was worried that she’d been forgotten by two sadists whose whole life revolved around torturing and tormenting her.  The sun soon dipped low into the western sky.  It began it’s slow but definate descent westward, finally hiding below the horizon.  Had they left her here to die of starvation?  Tayla had just started to doze off when the barn door opened.  She looked up fearfully, expecting Matthew, or worse, Amy.  Joy welled up in her as her husband James came through the door into the cool barn.

            “My god, Tayla,” he said as he ran to her.  He knelt in front of her, his brown eyes staring into her beautiful blue eyes.  He held her gaze as he reached around her head and undid her harness of the ball gag.  He kissed her and Tayla melted into his body.  Resting her head against James’ chest had always made her feel safe, happy and loved. 

            “How’d you find me?” she asked when the kiss broke. 

            “I knew that Matthew always hated you for leaving  him and marrying me.”

            “He was becoming more and more possesive and violent.  I began to fear for my life…”

            “Shh, shh, shh, shh, I know, I know,” James said pulling her close and embracing  her.  He began gently, lovingly stroke her rapidly growing crimson locks.  He had always loved her red hair.  James stood up and turned to leave. 

            “Wait,” Tayla said with a smile on her face, “aren’t you forgetting something?”

            “Nope,” James said frowning and shaking his head.

            “I’m still chained.  Aren’t you gouing to unchain me?” she said laughing at the joke.

            “No.  Why would I do that?” James said.

            “What?” she asked still smiling thinking James was kidding her. 

            “You’re ruined goods  now Tay.  I want nothing to do with you anymore.”

            “What?” Tayla screamed at the retreating back of her beloved, “James.  JAMES!”

She woke with a start.  No James, her gag was still in place, her head still anchored to the post by the chain around her neck.  She broke down in sobs.  She was cold, sore, tired, her body ached, her stomach rumbled, and her head throbbed. 

It was well past midnight when she had a visitor.  It had been around 24 hours since she had been locked in her.  She’d tried to hold off but couldn’t last 24 hours and was now sitting in her own waste. 

            “Hungry sweetie?” Matt asked.  Tayla nodded, hoping they would feed her. 

            “I’m not surprised,” Amy responded.  They shared a chuckle as Tayla hung her head.  They set to work undoing the chains and standing her up.  She was lashed against the post, her nose ring was held against it with piano wire.  She was worried as both Amy and Matt dissappeared from out of her view.  She nearly died from a heart attack as cold water assaulted her body.  They hosed her down washing fecal matter and dried urine from her body.  After she was taken from the barn and into a small shack.  Inside was a glass box not much wider than Tayla.  They shackled her wrists together.  Leg irons held her legs less than shoulder width apart; then; Matt ran a chain that attached the two sets of shackles together.  They put her in the box.  Tayla was left wondering for, only a few moments, what the point of this box was.  Bubbling up from the bottom and showering in from the top, water began to slowly fill the tank.  Tayla began to panic.  It passed her ankles, knees; her wonderful child bearing hips were soon underwater.  Her panic started to increase.