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}                    ANOTHER SERIES OF EXITS [HORSES]\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Deaths involving
 horses/ horse rape\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     The stiff
 course horse hair was abrading her tender cunt and ass as she was led through the
 streets. As usual in cases like hers she was naked. Too young looking to be where
 she was she made a pretty picture as her tits bounced in time with the hoof beats
 on the cobbles. As she came around the corner there it was. The gallows she would
 die on. Too soon she was there. A ladder was already in place. The harsh thick 
rope was around her neck. The rope that had tied her ankles together under the horses
 belly was removed. Some meaningless words from the priest. A nod from the judge
. A pull on the lead rope and a slap on the ass for the horse and she was sliding
 along its back toward the tail, pulled by the noose. Then she was hanging free 
and swinging. Suddenly a breath was the most important thing in the world. She fought
 with everything she had and somehow managed to gulp in a little air but then she
 could not exhale it. All that happened was a small pinched off whistle. Then nothing
. Her free hands were tearing at her neck trying to pull the rope away. Failing 
that she tried to grab it and lift herself enough to loosen it. That too was a failure
. As she struggled her legs were kicking wildly and the juices spurted into her 
by the too many jailers ran down her legs. She slowed. No longer did she have the
 power to resist her doom. Now she was hanging limply with only twitches to proclaim
 that she still lived. A small stream of piss leaked down her leg. A last tremor
 and then stillness. She was dead.\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Her body
 was tied face down over a barrel with her legs spread wide and gobs of grease smeared
 on and in her cunt. Behind her she could hear hoof beats. Then a shadow covered
 her. The frame over her shook as the massive body reared up and over her. Something
 big and hard slapped her on the ass. Some more scrambling. Hands pulling her cunt
 wide open. Her world exploded in agony as the huge cock rammed into her much too
 small opening. She felt her insides tear. Then an even harder thrust. She screamed
 in pain as the cock rammed even deeper inside her torn belly. Then again and again
. Each thrust caused her to grunt in agony as the air was forced from her lungs 
by the movements of her guts upward into her body. Things kept ripping and tearing
 inside her. Then with one huge push the stallion exploded inside her. The head 
of his massive cock expanded to twice its normal size as the flood of horse jizz
 poured into her. The horse stood for a while with his prick still buried inside
 her ruined body. She could feel it twitching and still pumping the contents of 
those huge balls into her belly. Then it was gone. Gone with a rush and a gush of
 fluids leaving her body. Horse jizz, blood, piss, shit, and god knows what else
 ran out of her in a flood. She was untied and flopped onto the ground to lay in
 the mess. Left to die sometime later from the injuries inside her. Perhaps within
 an hour, perhaps later in the day, or sometime in the night. No one cared. \par
}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She was
 tied spread eagle by four ropes. Sharing the corral with her were a half dozen 
huge work horses. They were already nervous. The smell of blood and rape came from
 her body and they did not like it. So far they had managed to stay clear of her
 but in the small enclosure it was only a matter of time before one of them stepped
 on her. Then men came and with whips drove the animals around inside the area. 
A huge hoof landed on her lower arm. The bones snapped like dry twigs. She screamed
. A second hoof on her knee shattered it. More impacts. Her hip was broken by a 
kick. Both arms crushed along with her hands. Her legs now bent in crazy angles. 
A hoof  landed in the center of her belly. Then another just above her snatch, her
 pelvis destroyed. A glancing step tore one breast away and left it hanging by a
 thread of skin. A kick to her side broke ribs and the sharp ends speared her insides
. Then a solid step on her right tit crushed her ribs. Seconds later a hoof landed
 on her face and with a crunching sound her skull collapsed. She was dead but the
 trampling continued until her body was nothing more than a red smear mixed in the
 dirt and horse shit.\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     There
 were four huge horses standing with their asses toward her. The heavy ropes attached
 to her wrists and ankles were now secured to the singletrees of the harnesses. 
Each was led forward until her body was lifted from the ground by the tension on
 her limbs. She screamed in pain. Whips cracked. The pull increased. Those nearby
 could hear her joints cracking. More whipping. She could feel her arms pulling 
away from her body. Then one shoulder failed and the arm pulled free. Her other 
arm went soon after and then the two on her legs split her like a wishbone. A gruesome
 parade followed as the four horses were lined up and led around the square. Each
 one dragging a part of her sundered body.\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     The saddle
 was like no other that she had ever seen. Sticking up from the seat were two blades
. Each about six or eight inches long, maybe even longer. Double edged but dull. 
There was nothing she could do as she was lowered onto them and her legs secured
 in place with straps across her thighs. The steel was cold but as of yet she did
 not think it had cut her. It hurt like hell but there was no fresh blood staining
 the leather. Lots of old dark stains showed it had been used before and gave her
 a preview of her fate however. Then it started. Turned lose in the indoor riding
 hall the horse started its well trained drill. At the walk the blades were moving
 inside their sheaths with blood now starting to leak out past the steel. The trot
 that followed increased the leakage to a study flow. The pain was intense. Then
 the small jumps. Each one whipped her body back and forth. Now she was leaking 
piss and shit as the steel opened her guts. Larger jumps did even more damage. Now
 she was at the gallop and the horse was twisting and turning. Her body was thrown
 in all directions. Something inside her let go and the blood poured from her holes
. Within minutes she was a rag doll flopping limply, held in place only by the straps
 and the steel. Her life having leaked out onto the saddle. The killer saddle. The
 body was removed and the horse led away for a good rubdown and treats. She was 
taken to feed the hounds. \par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     There
 were no trees anywhere nearby so they had to improvise. Her hands and feet were
 tied and the noose placed around her neck. She stood and watched as the other end
 of the ha hanging rope was tied to the saddle horn. With a crack of the riding 
whip and a yell the horse ran toward her. She could only wait until it reached the
 end of the rope. When it did she was jerked off of her feet and dragged behind 
the racing horse. No one knew of her neck had been broken then or if it was later
. At some point in the half a mile run she died either from the broken neck [ if
 she was lucky] or from being strangled and beaten on the rocks that littered the
 ground. She was dead and that was all that mattered. The difference of how she 
died was important only to her. \par}

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