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Religious books over the ages warns of tribulation and trials for the sins on the fathers, and carried down through the following generations, even to the fourth and fifth of they who had sinned.

He who was our great grandfather on our father's side of the family stood out in history as a man of war. Warring were the times, the civil war years, and the Indian wars on the Great Plains. He, Major Arundel C. Mansard had his war fighting the Indians of the great southwest. His gallant misfortune was to ride through a small encampment where no warrior remained. He fought harshly with his troop, annihilating women and their children, all there save then one old man.

A chief for many years, a medicine man taught by his father, he in the sunset years and from his being of needs he resided with the women.

His being a chief made him guilty in the eyes of the Major, he sentencing the aged warrior to a firing squad death. As the Chief stood with hands bound and having had to dig his own grave to fall into, the Major allowed his adversary the right to speak his last words.

The story since told by father to son and finally to my brothers, our sister and to me, of the aged Indian, he having cursed his murderer and the descendants. A death curse cast upon our relatives though the years condemning all in various ways to know the feeling of that injustice. Fathers to their children made mention of the curse, though some believed it as possible or true, and others did not as scoffed it, as all did gain some form of tainted damnation to touch their lives.

We of the more recent generation of Mansard offspring were told as warned and reminded of our trialed times to come. Part of the curse dealt with what the age old Indian thought of they there that killed the helpless and undefended. Of such battles fought is by one side told of a great victory won, was to another view there a travesty upon human kind.

Whatever the word be the Indian warrior used that equals his idea of a travesty, he cursed all to feel damnation by those of the animal realm, "As beasts do you kill so then shall those of your children learn from they who were born as animals feel justice served for what you did here today!"

Seven gun shots echoed the death ridden hills as the great and wise that old man, met death, his spirit moving on to new realms, while his riddled body fell face down into that self-dug grave.

Much of what was and implied then and there has fallen through the cracks, leaving the curse as much too many being but a childhood story. Though the curse had its uses when any of us got poor grades in school, or at times of something unfortunate happening, it was an easy blame for why we were in trouble. None knew the reality of what the curse would or could do, as had we not seen it with our own eyes happening. Indeed, we would have gone on until at some timely situation might engulf as well in some horrid bit of personalized doom.

We the children so named as the Seven were all born on the same day just minutes apart. A whole family born at one time, it saves time, but left father living his life mostly horny and a mother stretched in everything she needed to do. Six brothers and one sister, it was Benjamin being the first to take leave of the womb, did for our school years act as our liaison between the siblings and the plans of our dear parents. Oddly enough, the curse took its time, awaiting for us our high school graduation and our class trip before it tried to merge us into the sands of the great southwest.

All in the class had worked hard to earn enough money for us to venture an adventure, a camping trip into the depths of the Grand Canyon in Arizona.

The bus ride began with great hopes, but three flat tires and two extra days of travel time, when we arrived at the Canyon hotel, our being late meant our scheduled accommodations sold to others, they who arrived before us. This left nineteen youths considered as vagabonds, ordered them to leave the hotel, told to go as find our own place to sleep the nights. Naturally, the planned time to take our donkey ride to the bottom of the canyon was as well given to others since we were considered as no-shows. The great class trip was becoming a travesty for all, but Brother Ben took the brunt of the misfortune.

After we had set up our tents and camp under the towering pine trees, Ben became incensed with rage. He raved about how the bus line owed us our money and that the hotel, as well the donkey conveyance owed us what we had prepaid for them to take us down into the canyon. He stormed off arguing with himself, acting like a lunatic. We, the six siblings followed at a distance, we looking and ready to come to his aid if need there be a reason.

Benjamin walked toward the corrals where as we watched he found to his dismay the place was near to deserted. Most of the donkey jackasses were gone on that day their trek to the canyon. What remained in the corral were a sickly few or those grayed as aged, weary looking beasts milling about there in a corral.

They eyed Ben while slowly plodding with hoofs through the pulverized dust that was the corral.

Ben seeing he had an audience, he began again his angered ranting as he stood by the corral fence. A spewed list of colorful metaphors did he speak, as vented his verbal disdain for all there who were in his manner of thinking, as unjust beasts.

No sooner had he said the word unjust, than he seemed to strike a rigid stance, he holding with both his hands on the corral fence. As he stood there the group of the donkey animals came to where Ben was standing. We watched, being hapless to understand and then far enough away to be as helpless for brother Benjamin.That was when Ben spoke aloud words we did not understand, he speaking as if of some Indian language dialect.

Ever so slowly did Ben lift a leg up and pass it through the wooden poles that made the fence keeping the animals in their corral. He moved as if cautious to us, we wondering why and to where he was going, as he entered the corral and stood then surrounded by a dozen or so donkeys.

A chorus of braying began, the donkeys chimed their bray in unison, crying as if in groups of three and or four, as if they ranting their disdain for Brother Ben. Ben stood with his head bowed, he not moving any too quick to get away from the beasts. His stance seemed odd as if he were leaning somewhat forward. A moment later and a very large donkey turned its rump toward him, she lifting her tail as held high and off to one side, we saw her naked sex.

Suddenly, that big female donkey let go stream a gush of glistening yellow urine that doused Ben about his chest, it splattering as we watched, it sprayed some in his face, leaving him drenched by the volume that streamed at him.

Tainted by the beastly stench, Ben stood surrounded and oddly unflinching from what happened. We saw another animal lift a hind leg and with swift fervor gave a hind leg kick; it struck Ben in the back and shoved him forward.

A mutual roar of communing brays were as if trumpets blasting the announcement of justice coming to bear.

Mesmerized, we watched as Ben with head bowed and given a harsh shove, became quite literally propelled then head-long, his head and up to his shoulders became ass violated. He had not the time to let out a yell. The female donkey what urinated on him, she stood with legs staggered-spread as if prepared and waiting. A hard shove sent Brother Ben to sink head first, as followed by his shoulders, chest, and torso in past the black leathery folds of that large donkey vulva.

Feeling caught, made a captive, Ben began then to struggle. The surrounding donkeys there began biting, ripping, tearing at his shorts, T-shirt, walking boots, removing all until as naked. We ran toward Ben, seeing his legs kicking as he tried to fight, was held by strong lips of donkey sex. The air he had to breathe had to smell as make breathing difficult, what little air was in a donkey womb, he by then fully at the lacked mercy of the donkey herd.

We ran forward, all screaming at the animals. Our few voices were unswerving to the beasts; as they seemed to have as know what to do. One of the larger breeds, that a Mammoth donkey jennet, she, her body of size equal to a horse. The other donkeys moved in unison to lift up Ben off the ground as he his struggling ceased, maybe realized the hopelessness of his situation and decided to let what was to happen, happen. Strong donkey necks and one with his back under Ben stood to hold him as the kicking donkey turned and with head pressed at the bare feet of Ben, as the animal began to push our brother ever deeper into the donkey womb.

Ben struggled, though he continued to slip as slicked and slowly emerge further in as down until that donkey jennet vagina swallowed his shoulders. So slick that sleek movement what engulfed Ben, as we seeing then our brother slip inside the donkey, he gone from our sight for a few long-drawn minutes. We knew not what to do to help Ben, standing outside the corral, speechless, horrified by what we were witnesses.

The donkey herd then stood there blocking us from coming inside the corral, why would want to or what we would do then we had no idea.

She who had taken Ben inside her, then began to prance away to the far side of the corral, there her belly convulsed. A few uncomfortable sounding brays and with her tail again held high, we watched as Ben his head reappeared, somehow he had turned around and worked his way out the vulva lips. Mouth open wide, his tongue sticking out his mouth, he did gasp then for his every breath.

Ben his head out, face downward, his completely naked body held still inside the huge donkey. In the light from the parking lot lights we saw him, his skin appeared as soiled, looking darkened. He gained I think a greater humiliation from having that jennet donkey let sway her tail at him like a whip on a trussed slave.

That donkey then began to trot about the corral. The head of Ben harshly jostled by the animal what held him captive. He made not a sound, but was added to the embarrassment when the donkey push-popped out her anus some turds. The semi-digested hay yellow turds feel out and bonked on the head of Ben, as then the stinking things fell then to the ground. She pranced and then with a rush of energy she ran hard across the corral and leaping, she jumped the corral fence.

As if wild with some plan, the she donkey ran off into the grasslands, her tail slapping the head protruded out her rump.

Flabbergasted, we six stood there not knowing what to do, or who to tell, as if they would believe such a weird tale.

Terry, our sister then began to walk toward the corral, we following a few steps behind her. She slipped into the corral and began retrieving the torn clothing of Ben and his wallet, she speaking said to us, "Ben is as cursed now, he being reborn and you know no donkey has need of money!"

As she knelt down to gather the worthless items, a donkey walked over and he facing Terry, leapt forward, and began covering her. She yelled something nasty when seeing his maleness pushed out its sheath, showed excellent libido control, the like none of us her brother knew was possible.

Terry saw that of what the animal had coming her way, it at her face. He straddled over her body, did leap forward, she screaming, her mouth open as the jutted male donkey member slid in her mouth, impaling our sister. As the forelegs of the male donkey stood holding Terry from backing away, he with his instantaneous erection sunk the cock-head in and filling her stunned mouth.

I called to her. I was trying to get into the corral to save her from such humiliation when she looked over as at me. She smiled, and did wave her hands as if to suggest she wanted me to leave her to what she found enjoyable.

Undaunted by what Terry did while influenced, we five then rushed to enter the corral. The need to bend low and enter past the fence, we never thought to make use of the gate. As each of us entered the corral, a threesome of donkeys did surround us, they used unrelenting herding methods, did separate us and tripped us.

Brian and Fred soon found their backs to the stable wall, a donkey lip nibbling at their privates, and two female donkeys pressing back with their rumps, as to force each brother his face compressed into a winking vulva.

The other three, to which I was one, were herded off into a corner or the corral and there berated. Nudged into a guarded position, butt bit nipped to lean forward and like Terry, we were force fed each the vile end to a donkey cock. We sucked on the things, something in our heads suggesting this was what the animals wanted. Our positioning being such we saw no testicles present, the donkey males being gelded, the purpose to our impaling all the more weird.

Time passed and with an hour of our humiliating completed, the donkeys let us sink to the ground, mouths as tasting such vile, the ability to describe it was not in us!

Five brothers met at the water trough and dunking of heads in we washed our mouths and drank some to dilute what went into our guts. After several minutes, we looked one at the other, and all too once said, "Terry!"

She was not there, and a quick turn of the head to look around, saw not her, or the donkey that was orally doing her.

We five stood up and with smearing our wet hands to clean our donkey cock or vagina juices smeared on dirty faces, from the stable we heard Terry moaning. A rush of five worried brothers tore into the stable, and began frantically searching each stall for where might be our sister being brutalized and in pain.

There in the last stall, it sultry humid, hot, was at the darker end to the stinking stable. We gathered by the doorway and looking in, saw then Terry; she hunched over two stacked bales of straw. I was surprised to see her clothing as gone, she naked her body being vulnerable.

"Oh sis, Terry," I said, seeing how she lay tossed over the bales, her legs spread and a young donkey, one as yet not gelded, stood there rutting her with his rather slender a shaft for a donkey!

I approached only to get a harsh brayed warning from another male donkey standing by. He was aroused with his own erection, I wondered if he would be the next suitor to violate our dear sister.

My coming closer offered a different view of Terry. I saw she facial expression as if in a dreamy state, she elated at what was in her, her mate doing his best at rutting her insane. She turned to give a maniac sort of grin smile, huffing her breathing as with every thrust of that cock slid up inside of her. Her face appeared dark as if soiled as was her whole body arms and legs. I noted then she had much elongated as pointed ears, her shoulders looked as if narrower, my view of her stunned when seeing she sported a donkey tail.

My eying her face, did notate her broader as distended nostrils, her lips being puffy, darker, her eyes seemed rounder, and her ears sprouting of reddish brown fur, twitched with every forward thrust given her by the mating Jack donkey.

Brother Jonathon rushed the orgy and was hit soundly by a charging donkey. Suddenly there were four male donkeys in the stall as stood guarding their companion, as he continued to rut my sister until she was completely one with the donkeys as a new jennet.

I remained there and waited as watched, unable to stop what was happening.

My four timid brothers decided to go after the larger donkey and see what she was doing to brother Ben. After they went on their way and I sat in the corner of that large box stall, as watched. Terry swayed her changing head, her neck longer, a mane sprouting from it. She looked at me and spoke, her words slightly slurred as she said, "This is righteous, my portion to our toll for what great grandfather did and was cursed earned for us, Ben and I to pay the full price for that great wrong."

"Debauchery by beasts," I replied to Terry for what she said. As Terry laughed hearing me, she adding said, "We are not the first to be so degraded, mother told me what to expect and if something crude should happen, as I should not fight it, or it would be all the worst the next time.

As you can see for me there is no next time, and I suspect the same as worse is the fate for Ben.

Cursed we be, and if by this I must take the full force of the curse to save you and my brothers, then..., huff... huff, oh how I could easily learn to like... this, the way he is thrusts... his inside me!

I was a virgin until today, and having had this fellow climax now three times, I feel it likely I will get pregnant by him. Some reasoning in me says this is what I should want, and from the sensations I like the thought of becoming a donkey and live then here."

Those were her last words said to me as the thrusting and continued humping by the donkey, he drove Terry over the edge. She changed quick-like and in varied places, the changing conversing in a rush as by a curse governed by spirits of those dead. An hour maybe a bit more and the male donkey finished his rutting mating. He backed off Terry, leaving her to turn her donkey changed face and give a hearty bray toward where I sat watching.

Before Sis could move or get off her bed of straw bales, the next donkey stud moved into position and harshly mounted my sister, he forced out of her a bray, and hers was a horridly pitiful cry. Another hour of Jack stud rutting passed to bring what was my sister to cease to being like of physically human. When allowed then, she got up off the bales, stood there standing on four legs, hoofs, a furry body, never looked at me but walked outside to become another there to let people ride her.

That evening my four brothers returned without finding Ben. We camped together, having to listen in the night as a frantic donkey brayed. It seemed as likely the braying came from Terry, she enjoying the returning of some male donkeys to give her more fun feelings. Feelings only, I thought as hoped for my sister, as most of the male donkeys got gelded, had not a drip of semen to tickle the depths of our damned sister.

Come the morning I awoke from the feel of a large hand to my chest. I opened sleepy eyes to see the face of Brother Ben. Surprised I sat up and saying his name, he with a hoof covered my mouth.

Stunned, and in the early morning light I saw then what became of Ben. He in his time inside the large donkey jennet was like Terry becoming another distinct part of the continuing family curse. We walked away from the others where I could get a good look at Ben. He definitely changed by the curse and the vaginal juices of the jennet, my brother then being in part or mostly a donkey. I eyed him, and he turning modeled before me his furred self. Furred with coarse donkey fur, he looked like a yearling donkey. He had donkey ears, a human face still but lips thicker and almost as if made best for him to learn grazing. His donkey tail covered what on humans never gets to see the light of day. He showed me his puckered black donut, the kind of anus as seen on old horses. What he seemed delighted by and I knelt to get a good look at, did then fingering his sheath and what was held within it. My touching of it aroused the monster, and Ben arched it up as out, his libido then that of an equine.

Unholy then he had lost his circumcision becoming quite bestial about the head and owning the contours of a donkey cock. It hung out the sheath a good twenty inches. He strained to force it erect, the head swelling, was blunt flat at the end of its trumpet like shape, he stated he had made use of it in the jennet who changed him.

Legs, Ben had then four, two the hind legs and hoofs like a donkey, his forelegs not fully equine, but having hoofs to replace his hands. Changed as Ben was, he did not lament of his deformity. He seemed elated and willing like was Terry to accept then the curse as if it would not touch the others in our family.

I told Ben of what Brian and Fred had to mouth, and munched, as they did wallow their faces in at the winking lips of a jennet donkey. They feeling the curse, and us the other brothers made to mouth donkey cocks, lick as suckle, swallowing the encrusted as caked penis filth.

Seeing Ben as he had become I suspected his changing was not finished.

I told him of our pretty sister and her debauchery frolicking with an all black donkey Jack, as of rutting and mating Terry, he first and then another brown Jack did her in total seven times. Cursed and molested, raped, and likely impregnated thoroughly, I could but stand and watch as she walked out into the corral and was herself a jennet.

Ben seemed beyond caring of what became of our dear sister. His few remarks were as if the curse was justified by the means. I was stunned to hear him being agreeable to what the curse did to him or our sister and of whatever might happen to us the other brothers.

We five remained there camping and together for the next two weeks, the others in our class constantly questioning as of what became of Terry and Ben. When the time came to take the bus back toward home, the remarked absence of Ben or Terry worried all except us, we the remaining five brothers knew where they were, being content if as damned.

We could not begin to explain, and when returned home the classmates informed their parents and they in turn informed the authorities as of the strange disappearances of Ben and Terry. The curse continues as arrested, charged with murder, then judged, sentenced, not able to speak of what really happened, as who but our parents would believe such a story.

Strange and maybe not so but from all who knew us were assuming we had murdered our sister and then our brother, likely for some diabolical reasons. The future looks grim, and unseen as well our five brothers having the mutual desire not to offer proof of the curse, lest its doom add more to the purpose and of added punishment. We who having sucked as did three, our maleness is now darker of color, as became longer, dehumanized, gaining a sheath, and our testicles the size on a male donkey. Time will be the bell that tolls for us to learn if another of us is curse infected, shall spread to other body organs, even to skin and then the gaining a furred body. I imagine the coming situation when imprisoned we should show more outward signs of transformation. What will the prison authorities do if we become then donkeys; will they release us, sell us, or keep us there to complete our sentence, being beasts of burden?

Brian and Fred who ate out their donkey jennet attackers from the rear did not gain the male attributes like us three. They had then the taste of liking donkeys, together with humorous delight they venture often to partake of equine females, they becoming feminine and sooner, possibly fully as equine. Brothers they are to us, their sexual preference and as well what the curse might be doing to them they never offer to show or wish to tell.

What a screwed up family! Our fated futures grieve the parents, our mother especially, she not effected, as are we, she divorcing dad, adding to his future the continued demeaning of a powerful curse.