Laurence meanwhile snorted and huffed, his mouth open wide in a deep grin while his tongue flopped limply from one side of his mouth. The screaming little girl laying squashed and smothered beneath, and partially inside, his mountain of an ass felt absolutely divine. He of course could not quite out the feeling to words but it made his rump physically tingle all over like pins and needles, and he got little chills up his spine every time the poor thing choked or gagged into him. For some reason feeling someone suffering beneath his ass was the sweetest sensation the thuggish brute ever enjoyed. As his scruffy ass cheeks smothered over the girl's face she could barely contain herself, hacking and wheezing and gagging into that engulfing mass of hairy, sticky, bristly flesh, which radiated a stifling heat down upon her. Her eyes streamed tears down the sides of her head as the fumes of sweat and dung tickled them. Her breath would catch in her throat half way down as her body tried to reject the foulness of the very air it needed to live, and she found herself desperate for a drink as her mouth and throat dried out and burned under the musk. She would have been best keeping quiet, but just could not help but shriek and whine through squashed-shut lips into his ass, hoping against hope every second that someone would come in and rescue her, or perhaps even that the feral beast would develop some kind of sense of empathy for her and release her from her torment, anything to stop her from having to continue sniffing his rancid ass. All of this noise and fuss only served to invigorate the monstrous stallion, who had learned long ago that the more his victim complained, the better he was doing his job. He was practically drooling at the mouth by this point and came to the idea of rolling himself backwards and forwards on the poor thing, and so began throwing his weight forwards and backwards, leaning back up onto her with his fullweight like he had been earlier, only to lean back forwards again and allow her to take a breath just before he would roll back and squeeze it out of her again. His motions quickly drew out a wailing, squeaking crescendo from Chelsea she was steamrolled over and over again by his thick round booty cheeks, squashing her up and down like a tube of toothpaste as they rolled back, crunching down her chest and cramming her head deep into the bale, then rolling forwards and allowing her to take another torturous sniff from between those putrid cheeks before they rolled back fully once more. Once the stallion started it was easy to keep his momentum going, and Laurence entertained himself with this for several long minutes, basking in the noises she made as he flattened her and the interestingly enjoyable sensation of her little squelchy body mashing and flattening beneath him. Those few minutes eventually became a gruelling, solid ten, at which point the mighty equine finally began to feel the exhaustion of his movements dawning in his hips and tires of the exercise. Settling down with his front legs supporting his body once more, he leaves Chelsea to gap and whine, squirming beneath him in pain, her body battered, bruised and achy all over. She'd be bruised for weeks, and lucky if nothing was fractured. Somehow, all the physical anguish still came second place to the mind-numbing reek of Laurence's infamous weapon of an ass.
Shame, I liked the name Salt Mines. In fact, I think the Articles & Happenings board should be renamed to Salt Mines. Most of the threads in there are about someone being salty, either the author of a news articles, or the people discussed in it, or the target audience, or us. The board's name sounds way too serious and professional as it is, people might mistake the Farms for a news site because of it.
So yeah, please rename A&H to Salt Mines. Don't force me to start a petition on change.org.