Mostly it was darkness, heavy with the stink of fear. We were all deathly silent, listening, as though we had any choice, to the horrible screams that echoed from the world outside of our prison. Sometimes they went on for long, long minutes; others for only a few seconds, but it seemed that all of them ended sharply, usually right at their peak. That was our signal to move to the center, to tense our bodies, hold our breaths, and wait for the lid of our prison to be lifted to reveal a long, leering muzzle high above. Thick furry fingers would slide down among us and we would writhe and thrash, fighting to save ourselves from their clutches. It was each for himself then. There was no cooperation as the massive digits groped about among our soft bodies, eventually capturing one or two or three and hoisting them, howling, up and out of sight. Then the lid would close, and the awful screams would begin anew.

I only caught a brief glimpse of the giant before he caught me. He was barely teetering on the brink of stallionhood, with a massive chest and shoulders that still bore the leanness of youth. Big, too, and how I did not hear him coming is a mystery. I did not get more than three steps away before his hand was around me, and I was dumped into a box with what must have been more than a hundred others.

Less than half of that were left.

The lid opened without warning. Our captor's face appeared, big square teeth grinning cruelly, a thrashing figure clamped helplessly between them. His hand came down into our midst, herded two more of us into a corner and scooped them up, and the lid snapped shut. The screams continued, punctuated by a deep and echoing thunder. Not many who were still alive knew that sound, but I had heard it before from others of his kind. It was laughter, rolling up from the depths of a chest as vast as a rail station. It did not stop when the screams did; in fact, it only grew louder.

Inevitably it came to my turn. I fought hard, shoving at the others who were shoving back at me with equal desperation. The groping fingers swept against me and sent me stumbling into the wall of the box, then shoved me hard into the corner. I tried to squirm past them but they clamped tightly around my leg and my tail and hauled me up. My body flopped upside down as the upturned faces of the other captives dropped away, and I was bathed in brilliant, blinding light.

In a few moments my eyes adjusted enough to allow me to take the full horror of the killing field below. The room was vast and empty. Paper covered the floor from corner to corner. Huge, bloody hoofprints were everywhere, and everywhere too was what was left of the dozens of other captives. Most were unrecognizable, nothing more than flattened pelts and smears of red; here, though, I could see a body torn in two, its face frozen in its final agonies; there, limbs plucked from a torso and tossed glibly aside; there, a pile of guts still steaming. Midway up the wall a female gaped through dead eyes, her twisted corpse mired deep within a splatter of thick ooze that looked like semen.

The world spun wildly as I was flipped suddenly upright. Two rough fingers pinched around my midsection, squeezing hard as they held me before the colt's face. His eyes were huge and dark. Perhaps would have seemed sweet and soulful to one his size. To me, though, they burned with an indescribable disdain, reflected a lustful dominance that struck me almost like a physical force. He smiled -- no, not a smile, but a grimace, and when he did I saw that his teeth were red, and when they parted I could briefly see shreds of mashed flesh pressed into their crushing surfaces before he clashed them together again. Then he hoisted me to his eyes and peered closely at my face.

I knew what he wanted. I had seen it before. He wanted me to scream, to beg for my life. While he had dangled me upside-down I had clearly seen his gargantuan penis standing stiff and erect. I was his entertainment, my cries of pain his reward. I resolved that, no matter how horrific my fate, I would not give him the satisfaction, and thus I remained silent.

I had hoped that he would be disappointed, but instead the air was shaken with that familiar rumble -- laughter, savage and cruel, pounding in my ears like a thousand drums. His black eyes narrowed and his grin grew ferocious, and then all at once I was dropping through the air. My gorge rose as the corpse-strewn floor rushed up toward me.

My descent halted so abruptly that it nearly snapped my neck -- how I wish it had. The huge fingers that had carried me down released me and I fell, stumbling and dropping to my knees, and the colt stood up tall over me. Reaching out with one hand he braced himself upon the wall, and slowly he raised a mighty hoof over me while eying me with the contempt with which one might eye a disgusting insect. So this would be it. He would crush me right then and there, and with me dead he would simply select another plaything. The bottom of his hoof was caked with raw meat, as I was far from the first to have died this way. I readied myself for the end.

The hoof came down slowly, steadily. I stood my ground, watching it grow larger and larger. I wanted to scream, but stubbornly I remained silent. I wanted to run, to cower, but I forced myself to stand fast and wait for the pain which I hoped would be brief. I could no longer see his expression, just the great round hoof, and the face of a former victim still recognizable among the mess packed into its center.

Then it came down fast and hard, right beside me, the impact loud enough to pop my left eardrum and send me flying off of my feet. The crash echoed and was followed immediately by another storm of heartless laughter. The game was not over then, no, far from it. Shaking, I raised my eyes in time to see the colt towering over me, his mammoth erection jutting straight forth like the boom of a crane. Horses are built impressively enough when eye to eye with one and this one was no exception, but at a hundred feet tall the sight is positively daunting -- particularly when its owner abruptly squats down over you

The sight of that immense organ sweeping downward overwhelmed my senses. Raw survival instinct took over and I made a frantic leap to the side. Behind me tons of flesh slapped down to the ground with a noise like a cannon shot. A meaty ripple ran through the whole length from the impact, and from its flared tip came a brief gush of thin, clear syrup. Another rumble of laughter assaulted my ears as I struggled to my feet. Sneering down at me, the giant gripped his member about its base and hefted it like a club.

Reeling, I leaped away again, and then again, and again as the great penis slammed down repeatedly, landing first in front of me, then behind, each time missing me only by inches. I felt like a grasshopper frantically dodging this way and that while the barbarous young giant sought to smash me beneath his malehood. Throughout it all his laughter tore through the air, louder even than the crashing of his great organ.

There is no telling how much longer the grim game would have gone on had I not on one very narrow escape landed squarely in the pool of fluid that had splashed forth on the first impact. My feet hit with a thick splash and instantly swept out from beneath me, sending me down flat on my back in the center of the puddle. Without thinking I rolled over and tried to get up, and immediately found myself covered head to toe. It had the weight and slickness of motor oil and every effort to regain my feet only left me skittering and flailing.

My giant captor was shaking with mirth, reddened teeth glistening and chomping as he roared with laughter. I had to clamp my hands over my ears to keep from being deafened until at last the thunder subsided to a wicked and ominous chuckle. A big hoof came down nearby, and then the other on the opposite side. I managed somehow to gain control once more over my terror and fought the urge to flee, knowing that my flailing about in the slippery fluid would only amuse the titan further.

Rolling to my back I saw him standing over me as before, his head canted to the side so that he could observe me past the colossal erection that bobbed obscenely overhead. Again he crouched for what I thought would be the killing blow, but that game, it seemed, had also grown tiresome to him. I watched as his leg muscles bunched and bulged, his body sinking lower until all I could see was the enormous bulk of his testicles looming overhead.. Each was the size of a small car and falling fast. I bit back a scream of terror and instead threw my arms up as the colt's scrotum landed upon me like a circus tent falling, the big globes rolling languidly to either side.

The weight was unbearable, the musky stench overpowering. I gasped like a fish out of water, barely able to gulp in enough air to stay conscious. The colt knew it, too, and made a new game of it, leaning forward so that his heavy scrotum rolled over my face and smothered me. When he did so my body reacted instinctively and I began to writhe and wiggle and fight for air, movement that from the sound of his groans thrilled him tremendously. When my struggles began to fade he leaned back again, granting me just enough breath to keep me alive before he smothered me again.

I nearly suffocated five or six times before the game evolved again. The huge sac lifted slightly off of me and dragged forward, and when it came down again I felt terrific pain shoot through my legs. I realized that he had sat on them, and that they were spared from being crushed outright only for having fallen within the cleft between his buttocks. I could hardly be grateful for that small mercy, since now the full weight of his scrotum was upon me, squashing me brutally down against the floor. I felt my ribcage bending, beginning to succumb. Another second and I would have been just another mutilated corpse amidst the many.

The crushing weight, however, rose up and away with a sudden rush of cool air. Astonished, I sat up, only to feel my legs jerked forward and up, sending my head and shoulders cracking painfully back on the floor. I saw the colt's hooves rise up and hover in the air high overhead as he settled flat on his back. The vast bulk of his rump now stretched before me, my legs clenched tightly between the powerful cheeks. He meant to hold me but I could feel my legs sliding, still slick with his spilled fluids, and with a defiant shout I started to kick and squirm to free myself.

Just then a trio of thick, blunt fingers appeared and clamped around my slippery torso, fumbling to hold me fast. The great slabs of muscle before me relaxed and parted; the colt's legs rose higher, and I was horrified to see the great black ring of his anus twitching eagerly as my legs were lifted toward it.

Any thoughts of noble defiance vanished. "No!" I howled. "Please, not this!"

His fingers shifted to catch my flailing legs and pinch them tightly together, and then to press my feet firmly against the center of that terrible orifice. It was warm and quivered as my writhing feet rubbed against it, and then I felt warmth surrounding them. I watched in horror as my legs were engulfed in the soft flesh. "Please! Stop it! Let me go!"

The only answer was a low grunt and a long sigh. The colt's anus clenched suddenly and painfully around my calves and then relaxed, and its rim slid smoothly up along my thighs to my waist. "Help!" I shrieked. "Someone help me! Help me!"

My voice was all but lost in the din of the colt's contented groaning. The words echoed feebly through the vast room, heard only by those damned souls still cowering in the box and awaiting their own horrific executions.

The black ring stretched around my hips and then squeezed again, sucking my slippery body in to the waist. My breath rushed out in a hoarse bark as my torso was compressed. "Kill yourselves!" I croaked, loud as I could manage. "For God's sake, don't let him catch you!"

All at once the colt released my body, and immediately I thrust my hands down against the ring of his anus in a frantic effort to push myself free. I did not realize that it was a trap, for the very moment my arms stopped flailing about his fingers seized me roughly, pinching my arms to my sides and pushing me further in. I wailed as I felt the fleshy warmth sliding up over my arms, over my belly and then my chest. The fingers released me again and rose out of sight, and the horrible orifice grew taut while smooth flesh within it gripped and pulled, sucking me in up to my shoulders. Appalled, I kicked and twisted with all my might, slipping out almost to my waist before I was hauled in again by another squeeze, this time nearly to my chin.

There was the sound of the box being opened and then of shrill screams, and above me the gigantic scrotum began to shift ponderously up and down; apparently I was not to be the only participant in this degenerate game. I could waste no time pondering the fate of others, however, fixated as I was on my own predicament. I fought wildly, howling like a madman each time I was pulled inside and wiggling with all my might to work my way back out, too stricken by panic to catch on that I was giving him exactly what he wanted.

My mind reeled, a thousand voices babbling in my head at once. The giant had made me into a toy, a plaything for his most grotesque of pleasures. The depths of that depravity were beyond comprehension. Killing us was one thing -- the giants did that every day, as after all we were merely pests to them -- but to abuse us in this fashion went beyond all reason, beyond simple hatred for our kind. Clearly there were monsters even among the giants.

The colt's rectal muscles dragged me in again and my chin hit the rim of his anus, snapping my head back, and then I was held firm and fast. Before me, upside-down, I saw two enormous white paws. One toe rested on the severed head of a past victim, then cocked and idly flicked it away. The paws led up to towering legs, male by the look of the musculature. The colt's massive testicles blocked my view of the rest of the newcomer, but I had seen all that was needed. The only sound in the room was the tiny, far-off shrieks of my fellow toys. Gone was the colt's panting and groaning; gone was his hellish laughter.

Now it was my turn to laugh, hard and lunatic. "Busted!" I shouted. "Caught red-handed, you sick bastard!" I kicked him inside. "Explain your way out of this one!"

Explain he did, or so I imagined. Their voices were too deep, the timbre far too low for our ears to make sense of their speech, but I knew from the vibrations in the flesh around me that the colt was speaking. He was answered by another thundering voice, and then spoke again. My fellow playthings were still screaming. "Quiet, you lot!" I yelled. "I want to hear what this fucker has--*"

The white paws stepped backward and then two great knees landed with a jarring boom. A vast expanse of white fur briefly blinded me, and when my vision cleared I found it filled by the sight of a broad dome of flesh hovering before my face. It was topped by a long and narrow cleft from which thin fluid trickled like a mountain spring.

"Oh, no..."

It mashed hard against my head, stuffing my face into the depths of that slit. I felt my ears sinking into the horse's anal ring, my body sliding deeper along moist and clenching walls. In the darkness within I was assailed by the roar of the giant's blood all around, along with renewed grunts and moans of pleasure -- and laughter, thunderous, hideous laughter. I was shoved deep, my face pounded over and over and over by a meaty hammer. There could be no defiance now. All I could do was pray for the sweet release of death or insanity.

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