Farm Girl (18+)

Farm Girl- Ten

“Enjoy yourself wh*re?” he sneered.

My downcast eyes stared at the floor as he got up off my Mom and pulled on a pair of shorts. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me off the couch and out into the backyard.

Across the yard was a fenced-in area where some of the animals were locked up at night. The pigs had a pen there, as did the chickens. The dogs roamed about free inside the fence. My Dad pulled me through the fence and towards a tree in the middle of the yard.

There was a chain locked around the tree, with a dog collar attached to it. He fastened the dog collar around my neck, then pushed me into the grass with a nasty leer.

“Okay b*tch dog! You stay locked here for the rest of the day and all night. I don’t want to come out here and find you standing up either. You’re a little b*tch dog in heat, and you damned well act like it, or I’ll roast that hot little p*ssy of yours with a switch.”

He had a little padlock that he fixed around the collar, so I couldn’t open it, then he patted my head and laughed. “Have a nice time girl!” he jeered.

I lay there for several hours, doing nothing but watching the animals wandering about aimlessly. It felt strangely exciting being chained up this way. I felt like a wicked carnal animal, like a raw s****l being! Just before nightfall, my Mother came out with my dinner. It was a bowl of mashed hamburger or meatloaf. There wasn’t any ketchup or salt or anything like that. I started to ask her for some when she pointed her finger at me and cursed suddenly.

“Shut up you little wh*re!” she snapped. “If you’d had the decency to keep your little p*ssy away from him none of this would have happened!” then she stalked off towards the house in a huff of anger.

Normally, I would have turned up my nose at this stuff, but not being able to snack on anything else, I was ravenous today. I was halfway through the meal when I felt a sudden blow against the side of my head that sent me reeling. The food spilled onto the grass as I was knocked onto my back. I looked up in shock to find my father angrily shaking his finger at me.

“What did I tell you?!” he raged. “You’re a little b*tch dog! You eat like a dog, not a human being!”

He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me squealing and protesting over to the spilled hamburger. “Now you eat that up off the grass without your hands, b*tch girl!” he ordered.

I was reluctant and got another crack in the side of the head. Quickly, I leaned forward and started licking and chewing the spilled food as he watched closely. “That's better,” he said. “We’ll just have to make sure this doesn’t happen again, won’t we?”

He walked off towards the barn and returned later with a pair of thick leather tubes. He made my hands into fists and then jabbed them into the tubes. He tied them tightly closed with leather cords and then stood back to admire his handiwork.

My hands were locked into the leather mitts, so there was no way I could get them out. I effectively no longer had hands! He grunted and went away. I looked at the things resentfully and tried to get them off. An hour or so later he returned, carrying a bundle in his arms. He brought the dogs in for the night, shooing them into the compound with me. He put a bowl of water down next to me and then crouched down with what turned out to be sandals.

He leered at me and grabbed one of my ankles and fastened the sandal onto my foot. I looked at the things with confusion, having no idea what he was up to now. I felt a sharp pricking against the bottom of my feet as he tied the straps tightly around my ankles. After he finished both feet he got up, apparently satisfied.

“Stand up,” he ordered me.

Thinking he wanted to test how well they fit, I put my feet flat on the ground and pushed myself upward, then cried out in pain and toppled to the ground as he burst out laughing.

There were scores of little pins and tacks that had been shoved through the soles of the sandals. They didn’t hurt, unless I tried to stand up, of course.

“That ought to keep you on the ground, b*tch dog!” he said, cackling gleefully.

Then he grabbed my hair and jerked me up, so I was on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and, with no fanfare at all, slammed his hardened c*ck deep into my p*ssy tunnel. I grunted from the sudden filling of my nearly dry f*ck tube. His c*ck rasped back and forth within me as he grabbed my waist and jerked me against him ruthlessly.

Several of the dogs had gathered around to watch as he slammed his hips against my wide-open crotch again and again. His hands slid down around my t*tties and squeezed and squished them as he grunted above me. Instinctively, I spread my legs further apart as he f*cked into me. My c*nthole quickly began lubricating as the excitement mounted within my confused body. His hips pummeled my behind with brutal, furious strokes that halfway sent me to my face on the grass with the force.

I could feel every square inch of his f*ck tool as it ripped in and out of me. I began rutting back at him, humping my ass up and back to meet each of his driving strokes. My hair hung down over my face, masking the outside world as I whimpered and grunted in time with my Dad’s f*cking.

“Little b*tch sl*t!” he gasped. “Little f*cking wh*re! C*nt! F*ckhole! This is all you’re good for, you little t**t!” he growled. His c**k slammed up inside me with ferocious lunging drives as my father neared his c*m. His hands were jerking my helpless body back and forth, and I was perilously close to my own orgasm.

Then the breath caught in my throat as the waves of pleasure became a tidal flood of endless irresistible force and blasted all thoughts and emotions clear out of my brain, replacing them with complete, utterly raw s*xual ecstasy.

I floated completely mindless on that sea of sensations for unknowable seconds or minutes, my awareness of the world completely lost, my entire existence focused on my c*nt and the soaring hurricane of s*xual sensations washing through my frame.

Sometime during that time, my Dad came, washing my c*nthole with his white c*m as I trembled and shuddered there before him. I felt the juice spurting inside me, as just another facet of the pleasure I was swimming in. Then he got up with a gasp and I collapsed onto my face, twitching continuously. My eyes blurred, and my mind was fuzzy. He went back to the house I guess, though I didn’t really notice.

I fell asleep soon after that. My body was drained with fatigue and complex emotions. I woke to the snorting and pawing of the surrounding dogs. It was still dark, and I had no way of knowing how late, or early it might be.

There were no lights on in the house across the yard. I turned in the darkness to see the dogs nuzzling me insistently. I wondered at first if they expected me to feed them or something. I hadn’t gone near them for some time now, not with Tony and his dad to look after my needs, and I had thought they had forgotten our little sojourns into depravity.

Apparently, I had been wrong. King nudged me with enough force to knock me over, and I could feel Tom’s breath against my ear as he growled intermittently. Then I yelped and sprang back as he nipped me sharply in the side. I shuffled backward quickly, realizing what they wanted and in no mood to accommodate them.

Then I realized Rex and Jack were there too. One of them nipped me again, this time from behind, as I backed toward them. I yelped again and swiveled around. Tom jumped up onto my back as I squatted there, trying to mount me. I flung him off and tried to crawl forward to the protection of the fence.

I received several more nips as the dogs pranced around me. I swung my arms at them, trying to drive them off. Several more attempts were made to jump onto my back, which I managed to defeat. Then Tom jumped forward and bit harder still on the fleshy part of my arm as I swung at Rex.

I squealed and jumped to my feet, forgetting about the sandals I was wearing. Bolts of pain shot up my legs and I went flying forward. I fell across a small tree trunk that my Dad had cut and placed there for some purpose long ago. The wood dug into my soft belly, scraping the skin and making me cry out again.

One of the dogs jumped up onto my back. I swung at him, knocking him off, but one of the other dogs grabbed my leather mitt in his teeth and growled, dragging it backwards. I slapped at him with my other hand, and it too was grabbed by one of the dogs.

The two dogs acted like they were playing a game of tug of war with the tough leather, digging in their feet and pulling for all they were worth. My arms strained, and my abdomen dug into the side of the trunk, rasping the harsh bark against my belly even more.

The force of their pulling dragged me up over the log, so my ass was sticking right up in the air. My legs had parted unconsciously as I sought to counterbalance their pulling, and so I was helpless to prevent it when the other dog jumped atop me and pumped his groin against mine.

His c*ck slipped past my p*ssy lips and dug down deep inside me before I even knew it was there. He began rutting me, driving his erect c*ck in and out of my splayed p*ssy with blurring doggy pumps. I could feel that fat ball in the middle of his c*ck getting bigger and bigger as the pressure of my p*ssy around his erection drove his excitement higher and higher.

I cursed and sobbed as he r***d my tight c*nthole. The other two continued to yank on my mitties, keeping me helpless as the one on top humped his hairy doggy body against me. His furry belly swished back and forth over my back, and drool spilled from his mouth and down onto my back and hair as he screwed me.

His paws slipped around me and scratched my skin, adding more pain to the mounting mix of furious emotions and sensations sweeping through me. My t*tties were being rubbed raw atop the rough bark of the log as the dog jerked and jumped on top of me. His seventy or eighty pounds of weight crushed down against my back, squashing my t*tties and tender n*pples against the jagged edges of the wood.

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