"I don't suggest it Carrie. I think you are making a big mistake in going to your cousins. You know nothing about them."
"What choice do I have, Mr. Stevens," she asked her parent's lawyer. Her dead parent's lawyer.
"You could stay here and I and the bank could act as trustee for your parent's estate."
"But it was my mother's wish, that if they died, I go live with her brother's family. It is the only family I have."
"I am well aware of that fact, Carrie. But you know absolutely nothing about them. Do you have any idea how much money you are placing in their control?"
"About two or three million, why?"
"It is three point five million dollars, Carrie. Not five thousand."
"I am well aware of the amount, Mr. Stevens. And they will not have control over all of it. They will only receive five thousand a month for my care and so on."
"And fifty thousand as soon as they pick you up."
"So? Why are you so concerned about it, it's my money. Luke is my uncle. My mother's only brother. He had three sons. What is the big damn deal?"
"Listen to me, Carrie. We had to send a courier to their farm. They don't even have a telephone. They live way back in the hills. I'm not even sure there is telephone service, or electrical, or any kind of service you are used to. Your father earned his money, what do you think they will do with it if it is just handed to them?"
"Oh, really, Mr. Stevens, I think you are getting carried away. They are family. Don't you understand that? Family. Family takes care of each other. And they are the only family I have left. My parents died five days ago. They are buried six feet in the ground. Luke McRae and his sons are the only family I have left in this world. A I, damn it, am going to live with them. With or without your damned approval. Do I make myself dear, Mr. Stevens?"
"Perfectly, Ms. Mitchell. But at least do me one favor, OK?"
"What?"
"Agree for me to come to their ahh farm in three months to make sure you are all right. Will you let me protect you that much?"
"Fine. Come visit me and I'll give you cookies and milk. Now, Mr. Stevens, I do have to finish packing. My cousin Doug is coming this afternoon to take me to my family. And make sure the bank sends all the payments. On time."
His response was a quick snap of his head that Carrie had to conclude was one of agreement as he slammed his briefcase shut and almost stomped out of the room. She leaned back in her father's chair, and turning to his picture over the mantle ask, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone, daddy? I never asked for your millions. All I ever really wanted was to be loved and needed. Is that too much to ask out of life? I loved you and mom, but you're both gone now. Can't they see I need to be surrounded by family, even if I've never seen them?"
"Enough, Carrie Ann Mitchell," she told herself, "it's almost time to meet your cousin Doug and the rest of your new family. I just hope they welcome me with open arms and affection. God, do I ever need that."
Finishing her personal dialogue, she turned and walked out of her father's office and went to supervise the maid in packing her clothing. Her other personal items would follow later, after she decided what her new family would need.
*****
"Why the hell do I have to get the bitch?"
"Because, Douggie..."
"Damn it, Ash, you know I hate that name."
"Feisty bastard today, aren't you, Douggie? OK, OK. You, baby brother, have to get our darling little cousin because Pa said so. Now get your damned ass in the truck and get driving before I drive my fist up it."
"It ain't fair, Ash. I always get the shitty jobs."
"Well, next time ask to be born first, shithead. Now move your ass out of here and bring her back. And don't you dare show your face back here if you ain't got her. We need her damned money, Douggie. Your job is to get her here, then I'll take over."
"Take over, ha. All you ever want a gal for is to screw her."
"So? What the hell is wrong with that? Get your ass out'a here and get moving."
Doug McRae was anything but pleased with baby setting his damned rich cousin a hundred miles over roads he'd never been on. Hell, knowing his luck, the damned truck would pick today to break down again. Great, he thought, just what the hell I need. A bitching, snot nosed, rich bitch to make the damned day a fucking disaster.
By the time he found her address, Doug was anything but happy. He'd gotten lost four times. The damned truck had overheated in the middle of no where and he had had to walk ten damned miles for a god damned gallon of fucking water. Then walk the damned ten miles back. Oh, no, he was not in the best of moods when he finally drove up her fucking driveway to fine her fucking mansion of a house.
Hell, the guy, maybe a gardener, had even snubbed his nose at him before he reach the fucking door to press a god damned bell. The prick that had opened it looked like he thought his shit didn't stink. And if the bastard could lower his head, Doug sure as hell couldn't tell. He kept his fucking nose up so damned high, it was a wonder he didn't trip on the damn stairs to go get his fucking damned cousin.
"Ms. Mitchell, there is aa man," he just couldn't make himself say gentleman, "downstairs claiming to be your cousin, Doug McRae."
"Thank you, Harris. Please tell him I will be down shortly."
"Ms. Mitchell, I am sorry, but I really must tell you that ah man is not... he's not even clean, Ms. Mitchell. It looks like he has been rolling around in the mud."
"Harris, don't you start on me, too. I've had it from Mr. Stevens, my maids, and two footmen already. When will you all get it in your thick heads, I am leaving with my cousin. Today! Now get my bags downstairs and offer my cousin a drink."
"Yes, Ms. Mitchell. If you insist."
"I do. Harris, ah I'm sorry. I'm not really mad at you. Take good care of the place for me?"
"I will, miss. It will be ready and waiting for your return in a year."
"Thank you, Harris."
A year, she thought. Why couldn't that drunk have killed her parents when she was already eighteen? At least then she wouldn't have to put up trustees, banks and unknown family. Well, she was seventeen, not eighteen and her cousin was waiting for her.
Her first reaction was that someone had broken into her house. But when he raised his head, she knew it was her cousin. If one ignored his tattered, dirty clothing and almost hostile expression, she could see that he looked very much like her mother.
Doug's first reaction was very different than his cousin's. A fucking babe! His damned cousin was a fucking damned knockout. God, just look at those tits! That ass! His damned pisser sure as hell couldn't piss now. It was rock hard, reaching for the bitch walking toward him with her damned hand extended. Did she think he'd kiss the damn thing?
"You must be Doug McRae, my cousin. I'm Carrie Ann Mitchell."
Good voice. Great lips. Wonder how those babes would feel wrapped around his pisser? "You ready? Pa wants you home today."
Carrie didn't know what made him so mad, but he obviously was, as she walked up to him. My God, he stinks! Poor clothing is one thing, but there is no excuse for his smell, she thought, and withdrew her hand. No telling what he might be carrying.
"I am ready. If you will just show the footmen where you want my things, we can leave as you seem to be in a hurry."
"Damned right, I am. I spent two damned hours walking in the damned sun and got fried. Bring them on guys," he said to the shocked men standing by a pile of luggage that would clothe fifty people with plenty left over.
"Let's go," he grabbed her arm and pulled. Carrie had no choice but to follow, either that or have her arm pulled off her body. "Pa wanted you there before lunch and we'll be lucky to get there by two. Come on." Again he pulled her, that time out the door as the footmen silently followed in their wake.
"What is that?"
"Our truck. Get your ass in and I'll pile your goodies in the back."
She had no desire to enter that... thing. Let alone ride a hundred miles in it. It didn't look like it would make it to the end of the driveway. But her attention was pulled away from the truck as she heard thunking noises and turned. Just in time to see Doug literally throwing her luggage in the rusty bed of the truck.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get your damned things in the truck. I told you to get the fuck in. Now get."
"How dare you talk to me in that tone of voice or words."
"Look, cousin, get your ass in the fucking truck, or I'll put it in for you."
He tossed the last bag in the truck and turned to see her still standing there. That was it. He'd had enough. Babe or no babe, Pa wanted her home.
One moment Carrie was standing, the next she was tossed over his shoulder, he opened the door and slammed her ass on the seat. "Now stay put."
She didn't think she could move. She was in shock. No one. No one had ever treated her like this. "How dare you... you... "
Doug got in and started the truck. "Shut the fuck up." Put it in gear and drove away. Away from all she had ever know.
"Stop. Stop this thing and let me out."
Doug didn't bother with words. He hit her on the side of her head and Carrie saw stars. "I told you to shut the fuck up, and that's what I meant."
What in the hell had she gotten herself into? Shaking her head to clear the fog, she said, "I must insist you let me out of here this instant."
"Look, cousin, get it in your head, you are going with me whether you like it or not. We got your fucking lawyer's letter saying we'd get the money and by God we're gonna get it. And if you know what's good for you, you'll just shut the fuck up and let me drive."
She concluded that her cousin Doug was a fool. The stupid idiot was driving at least sixty down the streets as car and people swerved and jumped to avoid being hit by him. Suddenly she didn't even think she'd be alive to see the rest of her demented family. And she didn't know whether to be glad or sad at the thought. Maybe if she could calm him down...
"What do you do on your farm?"
"What the hell do you think? We farm it."
"Do you have animals, or just fields?" as she imagined acres of waving grain rippling in the distance.
"Why the fuck do you care? We got pigs, chicken and some steers, for Christ sake. Now will you shut the fuck up?"
Maybe she should try another line. "What is my room like? What size bed? What color is it?"
"Room? Who the hell said you had a room?"
"Well, naturally, I'll have to have a room. There will be four men in the house."
"What are you some damned virgin or something? You'll sleep in the living room. Unless you want to sleep with one of us. I'm sure Ash would take you in his room. Him and Pa have rooms by themselves."
"I... ahh no, no thank you. I prefer sleeping alone."
"You do, do you. Well tough shit. You'll sleep when, where and how we tell you to. Pa said you'd sleep in the living room, so that's where you'll fucking damn sleep."
"But there will be no privacy."
"What the fuck you need privacy for? Look, cousin, there are two reasons we're taking you in. For the money and for the help. Things have kinda run down hill since Ma died and Pa says you can take over her jobs."
"Job? I... I know nothing about working."
"Well, I suggest you learn damned fast or Pa'll whip your ass."
"Whh... whipp... "
"Would you shut the fuck up, you made me miss the turnoff."
Carrie's stomach jumped up into her throat as he slammed on the brakes and turned while still doing sixty. The truck, if it could be called one, slid sideways, chattered, leaned way over so she thought it would roll, gave a cough and headed back the way they had just come.
Grabbing the back of the seat and the window frame to remain upright, she saw several of her bags of luggage go flying out to bounce on the road. One actually rolled end for end before coming to rest in the ditch. "Stop!"
"No!"
"But my bags just fell out."
"Tough shit. We're late already. You got too many fucking clothes anyway. Hell, once Ash gets a look at you you won't be wearing them anyway. Now shut the fuck up."
He kept driving as her luggage got smaller and smaller behind them. Mr. Stevens, I sorry. I'm so damned sorry.
For the entire drive Carrie only learned one thing from her cousin Doug. The boys respected Pa, who he said was nuts, but Ash was the boss. And the way he said it did not instill anything close to confidence in her mind.
They had missed lunch but made it before two, arriving with a dust storm as Doug jerked to a stop before a building that Carrie thought might be some out building of the farm. But if it was, all three men came out of it. Each holding a sandwich in his hand.
"Can't you do anything right, Douggie. I told you to be here by lunch, damn it. We had to go and make our own."
"The fucking truck broke down again, Pa. And I had to walk twenty fucking miles to get it going again."
"How come it only breaks when you drive, Douggie? Tell me that."
"How about the fact that he's the only one with a license, Pa," Ash said as he ignored his father and brother as usual and tried to see the other person in the truck. "You get her, Douggie?"
"I sure as hell did. Uppity servants tried to pull a fast one, but I got her away."
"Well, then let's see her."
Doug got out, and said, "Get your ass out. Ash wants to see you."
Carrie knew instantly which one was Ash. He was not only the oldest, he was the... she didn't know. But whatever it was, she sure didn't like the way he made her react.
"Get her the hell out of the truck. I got work for her to do," came from Luke. The uncle she had recently looked forward to meeting. But now having seen him, she didn't know why. Just with one glance she knew that Doug had not been kidding when he said Pa was nuts.
She wasn't given a chance to get out of the truck, the other boy, who had to be Gary, jerked the door open and the next thing she knew she was being pulled and jerked into what she now assumed must be the house. None to gently he shoved her to the middle of the room.
"Get her stuff in here while I have a talk with her," came from Pa as he came in after them. "You don't look much like Amy Ann."
"I... I look more like my father, Uncle Luke." She sure didn't like the look in his eyes. Nor Ash's as he leaned against the door frame as his brothers emptied out the back of the truck. Emptied what was left, that is.
"You Ma got above herself and I am to see that you don't. You're gonna live here from now and on and me and the boys will take care of you. No more servants. We ain't giving out any charity here. You live here, you work. Got that, Carrie? You work. If you don't I'll take a strap to your lazy ass."
"Now there's a good idea," Ash said to Gary as the three boys watched their new cousin met their Pa.
"Ya, Pa just might have something there, Ash," Gary agreed as they watched a flow of expressions cross her face. Anger. Fear. Doubt. Shock and a whole lot more as Luke continued.
"You cook and you can eat. You clean up around here and we'll give you a place to sleep. You help with the animals. You got that, girl?"
"Girl! My name is Carrie and you can take your cooking, which I don't know how to do, your cleaning, which I have no intention of doing, and your animals, including your sons, and go straight to hell. I'm leaving. Right now. Right this damned minute. Do I make myself clear, Uncle Luke?"
"Feisty bit of baggage, isn't she," Ash asked his brothers.
"That damned bitch has a mouth on her that doesn't stop. Even when hit, it doesn't. Damned slut about talked my ears off the whole way here."
"Is that so, Douggie. Interesting. But tell me something. Think she's still cherry?"
"Hell, Ash, she's never shut up enough for a cock to get even close. I'd bet my balls she's a triple cherry."
"What balls? You ain't got any balls, Douggie."
"Just cut the fuck out, Ash. I get enough shit like that from Pa, I don't need it from you, too. She's cherry, OK?"
"Sure, Doug. Think Pa'll take her lip?"
"Shit no," came from Gary as he watched her too and when she finally got a word in, he smiled. No, Pa sure as hell wouldn't take that from no woman.
Luke was too stunned by her words to react when she shoved past him and headed for the door.
Not so his sons.
"Get her boys and give her a lesson in country manners. She stays. Got it, boys?"
"We got it Pa," Ash said as he captured one arm as Gary grabbed the other one and they carried her back into the living room. "You go on back to work, Pa. We'll take care of cousin Carrie and make sure she learns all the rules around here."
"You're a good son, Ash. You boys do as he says."
"Yes, Pa," they answered in unison as he stepped out the door leaving Carrie to her cousins.
"Let me go you bastards. I want to leave."
"Touch shit, bitch," came from Doug who had had to put up with her lip all day.
With Ash and Gary holding her arms and Doug in front of her, Carrie began to see her situation in a totally different light. A very scary light. Especially when she just happened to look at Doug's crotch.
Doug walked up to her and ripped her blouse open. "You think more about your damned clothes than your kin, bitch, and we're gonna change that real quick."
"Hey, Doug, I didn't know you had it in you." Gary volunteered as his eyes instantly went to her bra covered chest at his actions. "That looks like fun to me, too. How about you, Ash?"
"Hell, why not. They're just in the way."
Carrie didn't get a chance to understand their words because instantly there were six hands on her clothing. Each pulling in a different direction as they surrounded her.
"What the fuck do you... stopp that... doing... nnnnoo... dammn itt stoopppppp... oohhaa... gettt yourr ahh handss offfffffffffff mmme."
They pulled her clothes. They pinched her skin where ever their hands landed, which was all over her body. The seams ripped and if they proved too strong, they just jerked them off her until she had a puddle of tattered cloth at her feet as hands pinched, jabbed, poked and prodded her flesh.
She slapped hands off her tits, her hair covered pussy and tired to reach them on her ass. But no matter which one she hit there were five more to defend against. They pushed her back and forth between them as if she were a ball and they were playing catch. She slammed into chests. Hands struck her ass, pinched her tits and dove between her legs. She twisted and turned. Her hair whipped into her eyes.
And none of it made the slightest difference as they seemed to be having a conversation while doing it. A conversation that she hoped she had misunderstood, but somehow doubted.
"What one you want, Gary?"
"I'll take her tight ass."
"Doug?"
"I've listened to her damned mouth all day. I'll take that. Maybe she'll finally shut the fuck up for a while."
"Well, I guess that leaves me with her pussy. We'll take her by age. Any objections?"
Neither had any. At least none they were going to say. Ash was not a man to cross under the best of situations and this wasn't even close to one of those. If Ash had a hard cock, which naturally he did at the moment, they always agreed with what he said. Besides, they were both getting what they wanted anyway.
"Let's get her on the floor where we can get at her."
It was an easy matter for them to get Carrie on the floor, hell one of them could have. But with three working on her Carrie was treated like so much offal. Ash grabbed an ankle and pulled. The next instant her hip made bruising contact with the wooden floor as Gary and Doug each grabbed an arm.
Before she could take the next breath, each of them were sitting on her arms that were stretched out to her sides so much she thought they were planning on pulling them off her as Ash stood between her legs and unzipped his pants.
And even virgins know what that leads to.
Unfortunately, Carrie acted before she thought. She twisted her legs out from under her and extended them as fast and as hard as she could and made contact with Ash's crotch. She got to relish his scream for exactly one second before hers was added to it as his brothers, with two free hands each, brought them to her body.
Fists hit her tits, her ribs and knocked the air out of her stomach. Hands slapped and pinched her vulnerable tits that laid open to their assault, and knuckles clipped her chin until she saw stars. But just as she was about to sink into a gray haze they stopped.
"Leave her aah alone, boys."
"But she kicked your balls, Ash. We can't let her get away with that."
"She's getting away with jack shit. I want her conscious for this," he said as he slowly took his belt out of his pants and dropped them on the floor.
"Look at me, bitch. Look at me!"
His words came through a fog of pain but they were very insistent. She opened her eyes. The sight that greeted her was not a pleasant one.
"I was gonna take you a bit easy, but not now. You are going to fuck me."
"Nnnoo ahhh neeverrr... ahhh let meee gooooo."
"Ever had a strap laid into you before, Carrie? "I've been told it can hurt a might."
"Well, that's your choice. Let me know when your ready and I'll fuck you."
"NNnneverrr aah never."
"Never is a long time. Let's see how long it is for you. When your ready, just open your legs and ask me to fuck you."
"Nnnnneverr youu bastardddd never."
Try as she did, there was no way to dislodge the weight of Gary and Doug from her arms as she watched Ash wrap the end of his belt around his hand. She thought he was acting kind of queer but was too busy trying to get away from his brother to think it through.
The next instance took no thought at all.
"Aaaaaaahhhhaah sttooppp tthhhattaahhh."
His belt burned its way into her pointed tits so deep she could feel her ribs bruising.
"Just let me know when you're ready to fuck me, Carrie. Just open you damned legs and ask me to fuck you. Because I won't stop whipping you until you do."
The sound and pain came to her other tit as she screamed and twisted, trying to get away from the end of the belt that kept descending and hitting her. Over and over. She tried to kick out, but Ash had learned her range and stayed just out of it as occasionally Gary or Doug would time their moves in between the belt and pinch or pull or twist her aching tits until she again thought she would faint.
She welcomed it. But it stayed just out of reach as the belt and hands came at her again and again. She knew how to stop it. All she had to do was open her legs and beg the bastard to fuck her. She didn't want to do that. How much could he hurt her anyway?
That answer proved to be a hell of a lot.
Through tear streaked eyes she saw her battered tits. It looked like a kid had gone ape shit with coloring crayons. Red, black, blue, purple and she could swear green. She knew her legs were just as colorful as she twisted to try to avoid the belt.
But every one landed on her somewhere. And after ages she could fight them no more. What the hell choice did she have anyway? None. Absolutely none.
She opened her legs on the floor.
The belt landed again.
She opened them wider.
It just kept on landing on her pained tits.
She had lasted longer than he had thought she would, Ash conceded. But she still refused to say it. So he did the only thing he could.
He brought the belt to her spread legs, landing it directly between them as her agonizing screams filled the room as Gary and Doug looked amazed at what he had done.
"I can't hear you, Carrie." Another one to her pussy. "Tell me what you want."
She could fight it no longer. The pain was too intense. It flowed through her like the living thing it was. Her pride no longer reigned as she screamed out, "Fuucckkk meeeea hhhh fuccckkkk mmmmmeeee."
But Ash was still not satisfied. He slammed the heavy leather into her pussy, increasing the force. "Where do you want me to fuck you, Carrie? Show me where. Raise your pussy for the strap and beg me hit it."
If she did, would that be the final one? Could she do it? Did she even have the strength to do it?
Digging her feet into the floor, her hips came up. Her legs were opened as far as she could get them as she pointed her whipped pussy at Ash and his strap.
"Whhippp ah and fuckk my pusssyyyy aahh please."
"Sure, Carrie. Just hold it real still and I'll do just that. You move and I'll do it twenty more times. Understand the rules yet?"
She prayed, oh how she prayed, that she could hold still for yet one more as her eyes watched the blur of leather come at her waiting pussy. It was there. The highest part of her body. It was spread open. Her clit twitching away at the top of her red slit.
The red was covered by the blur of black and something snapped inside her. Something more than the pain that filled her pussy and whipped clit. Something more than... she didn't know, but it was there.
"That's a good girl. Now keep your pussy up and I'll fill it for you. You pull it away and I'll start all over again."
Not trusting her enough to let go of his belt, he wrapped it around his hand as he knelt between her open, spread legs. The tip of his cock touched her slit and he was surprised by two things. She was hot. And she was soaking wet as he pressed in until his cock touched something it had never touched before.
A cherry. Douggie's balls were safe. She was a fucking virgin. But not for long. She would be fucking but no longer a virgin.
She could feel him pressing into her cherry. Felt him stretch it, but not break it, and wondered why he'd stopped. But that, too, was soon answered.
"Lay back on the floor. That's it. Now, open your eyes and look at me, Carrie. Good. Rule number one, you obey me. No matter what I ask, you do. Got it?"
"IIIiaaa... yessss."
"Good. Now, I'm going to hold still and you are going to fuck me. Give me your cherry. Push your hips up and give it ahh to me. Now!"
Carrie didn't stop to think, she slammed her hips up and drove him in her all the way as she felt her cherry give a pop as his cock stretched her like she had never been stretched before. And she screamed. Her back almost broke in two as she pressed into his unmoving cock.
And she came.
With the first touch of a cock inside her, she came. It wasn't a flutter or a twitch of passionate lust. It was so damned hard she couldn't even breath or move or think.
"Nowwa fuckk meee." Ash found himself suddenly at the brink of his own. Never had he reached that point so damned fast in his life. Hell, one reason the gals put up with his harsh ways was his acknowledged staying power.
But that was not the case then. With her cunt pulling and jerking his cock deep within her, he was coming as she withdrew the first time to slam back into him. And he was slamming into her too. It was like their crotches were having a battle. And both were winning.
Ash let himself fall onto her. Grabbing a whipped tit in his mouth and driving his spurting cock into her as she slammed into him, he bit and sucked as they came.
"Ass up, cousin. It's my turn." Gary had waited and watched. He wasn't about to rush Ash in his own release. But when he finally pulled out of her, he was ready.
Ready to fuck some virgin ass. And he knew it was virgin. No gal gave up her ass before her pussy and the faint red streaks on her thighs and Ash's withering cock was proof enough of that. And that made him even hotter.
Chapter Two
Gary had never fucked a virgin ass. Or a virgin anything for that matter and as he and Doug had held Carrie in place, taking a tit feel when possible and watching Ash make her fuck him, he was anything but calm. He was eager to get his rocks off, too. The sooner the better, so when Ash pulled away he was eager to take his place.
Of Carrie's feelings on the matter, he gave them absolutely no thought at all. Him and Ash had decided long ago that she might do so work around the place to appease Pa, but they were going to fuck her. Their style.
Growing up as they had with Pa for an example, they had naturally developed a taste for the rougher trade. Pa had tried not at all to conceal his treatment of their mother. In fact, if she was in a feisty mood, he actually invited them in to watch him whip her then fuck her as they gazed on.
Carrie didn't move to Gary's instructions. Not because she was defying him, she plain and simple didn't hear him. She was too caught up in what she had just experienced to notice something as insignificant as another person. She had naturally heard of sex. Heard it was fantastic. Great. And all that. But never had she imagined that she'd feel so... overwhelmed, stimulated, totally caught up in lust.
Especially what she didn't understand was her reaction to the pain she had suffered prior to and even during the act itself. As Ash pulled away she had no doubts that her body was more than aching. It hurt like hell. But there was something else too. Something that was undefined that she was trying to decide, but it illusively evaded her conscious mind.
But her conscious mind and her body were quickly and quite effectively brought back to the real world when Gary got impatient and used his own belt on her already aching tits.
"Aagagghhaaa... aaaahh."
"I told you to get your damned ass in the air, cousin. Now move it before I beat your damned tits off your fucking body. Roll it over. Now!"
Gary had her total attention, if not her body's compliance, as his words finally penetrated her befuddled brain.
Her ass?
What the hell did he want her ass for? She looked at him. No doubt about it, he had a hard cock. It was sticking out of his jeans. So what the hell did he want her ass in the air for?
But she was long past the point of questioning anything her cousins said. She painfully rolled over, got her knees under her to keep her tits off the floor, and raised her ass up like he wanted. For whatever his reason.
Maybe he just wanted to look at unmarked flesh as he fucked her doggie style, which of course she had heard of from the other girls at school. And with the entire front of her hurting, she even silently thanked Gary for his consideration of her pain and even arched her back to make his entry easier.
"Looks like she's finally learning to obey, Ash."
"I wouldn't bank on it Gary. I don't think she understands what you plan."
"You can't fucking be serious?"
"I am. Just to make sure, why don't you tell her."
Gary hunched his shoulders, as if saying that if you insist, but no one can be that dumb, but did as Ash said anyway. "That's it, cousin. Keep that ass nice and high for my cock. I like nothing better than a tight asshole to ream out with my pisser."
Asshole?
Pisser?
Cock?
No, he couldn't mean... to fuck her ass with his cock. Could he?
"Wwhhatt... ahh where?"
"Your asshole, cousin. Your shitter. Your backdoor. Brownie. And my cock."
All doubts vanished in an instant and she envisioned her tiny orifice being stretched by Gary's massive cock.
"Aaoohhh nnnooo... nnnooo." On hands and knees she began to crawl away from his insane words and possible actions. But it was a futile effort as Ash and Doug each grabbed a moving arm and pulled her back onto the floor as she quickly lowered her legs, too.
"Get your ass back in the air, slut, or I'll beat it until you can't sit for a damned week or more."
Again she tried to pull away from the other two who held her. And again she couldn't manage to overcome their combined strength as again she found herself with two men sitting on her arms. Only this time she was face down. And ass up.
She heard the now familiar whistle of leather slicing through air and knew it was heading for her unprotected ass. She squirmed, driving splinters into her abused tits, stomach and mound as she tried to avoid its landing.
She failed miserably as again the leather cracked and this time her ass registered the liquid pain and she screamed.
"I'll beat it just like Ash did your tits and pussy until you raise it and offer it to me. It's your choice, cousin."
The whistle, the sound and the pain came to her again and again. Her entire body was in flames of pain as she tried to avoid the landing leather. All she succeeded in doing was to get her back, hips and legs struck for her valiant, if useless, efforts until again she had to surrender to one of her cousin's demands.
Carrie wiggled her knees under her prostrate body and slowly raised her ass for Gary and his strap. But like Ash, he was not content with her movements.
"Beg me to whip and fuck your ass, cousin, or I'll do it all damned day and still fuck it."
All of her pride was gone. It had left as the pain built. "WWwhhiippp mmmmmmmmmmmyyy aaah assss thenn aaaaaahh fuccckkk ittttt plleaseee."
Two more landed. "Where do you want my cock? Tell me."
To show her sincerity in her plea, she even managed to wiggle it as two more landed and he set his strap aside and she felt him press into her battered hinny. The course hair of his groin felt like sandpaper to her tenderized flesh as he pressed in even closer and she felt his cock slid down her recently opened cunt. And for a moment she thought he would fuck her there.
"Now for some ass."
So much for hopeful wishing, she thought as she felt him slid up her crease and jab the head of his cock into her wrinkled flesh that had never had anything go in it. She wasn't real thrill to think what came out of it, but she was damned fearful as to what was going to go into it.
Gary pushed and she felt him enter her just a fraction of an inch. A fraction of fire. His cock felt like a knife. A dull, cutting knife that was tearing her apart and she tried again to crawl away from the pain.
That earned her the strap to her back, a pinched tit, a slap across the side of her head and a painful three inches of cock in her asshole. She screamed at every assault. But it did her no good as another three inches stretched, pulled and hurt her asshole as Ash used her hanging tit as a piece of putty. Painful putty, until she again felt wirey hair pressed into her beaten ass.
She screamed even more when he pulled out. It felt like he was pulling her inside out. Painfully, inside out as she retreated as he did.
"That's it, Carrie. Fuck Gary's cock. Fuck him," came from Ash who leaned down to look in her eyes as his hand remained painfully attached to her aching, strapped tit.
"Obey me, Carrie, or I'll pull your fucking tit right off your body."
She fucked Gary's cock up her ass. She totally believed Ash's threat. But it was more than his threat. For some asinine reason, she wanted to obey him. Had to obey him. No matter how it hurt her to do so.
It was weird, strange and unexplainable, but when she moved back and forth on Gary's cock, something again happened inside her. She doubted it at first, but after a few strokes she could not deny what she was feeling.
She was feeling pleasure as Gary's cock entered and left her asshole, as Ash's hand pinched and pulled her tits, as Doug dug his fingers in and out of her swampy cunt. It didn't make sense, but she was com...
She was. She really was coming from being ass fucked and manhandled by her three cousins as she drove her hips back and forth on Gary's cock, as Ash twisted the shit out of her tits. She was fucking coming. Her ass was clamping down and opening around the hunk of pumping flesh up her ass as his groin spanked her beaten ass.
Gary was groaning as much as she was and suddenly she felt a hot liquid splash her ass and she was coming even harder than before as her cousins took her to heaven and beyond.
* * * * *
"Gary you're finished, now get out of her. It's fucking my turn to fuck her. Maybe I can keep her mouth quiet for a damned minute."
"Think you'll blast your balls in a minute, Doug? Don't you have any consideration for cousin Carrie? Maybe she'll like sucking cock as much as one in her pussy or ass."
"Ash, would you lay the fuck off? You fucked her, it's my turn. Help he get her up. That floor don't look none too clean."
"Since when have you noticed dirt, Douggie? You look like you rolled in it."
"I told you, I have to walk twenty fucking miles when the damned truck broke. And I had to listen to her yap all the damned way here. It's time for it to be put to a better use."
"Right you are, baby brother. But if I were you, I'd take it real slow. Sucking ain't all a mouth can do to a cock."
"She wouldn't dare bite me."
"Care to wager on it, Doug? Say your cock?"
"Got a point there, Ash. What'll we do?"
"Well, so far it's taken pain to make her see. Don't see why we should change things."
"Right. Why don't you take these and see if you can keep her intentions on the straight and narrow," as he took out a pair of pliers he had used to fix the truck from his pocket and gave them to Ash.
"Should do the trick. Let's get her up. Pa'll have our asses if we don't get some work done today."
"Right. I'm always the one rushed."
"Like I said, next time be born first. Gary, get your cock out of her. You're all fucked out."
"Aahh yea, sure, Ash."
Carrie missed his cock when he pulled it out of her. Just as she had missed Ash's in her pussy. But it did feel good to curl up on the floor and take a rest. God, was she ever tired.
"On your knees, bitch, and get my cock down your fucking throat."
Carrie looked up at Doug and again she didn't believe what she thought she had heard. Her pussy, yea. And OK, maybe even her ass. But her mouth around a cock?
No damned way. "Aah go fuck offffff."
"My intentions. Now get your mouth around it and suck."
"No... uck."
"Get on your knees, Carrie. Do it, now!"
If she had learned nothing else since her arrival, it was to obey Ash's every word. She struggled up to her knees. "He ahh he can fuck my aah pusssy or aah ass, but I'm not going to takke him in aah my mouth, Ash. I can't. I just can't."
"OK, then take this instead," as he brought Doug's pliers to her left tit and squeezed them shut around her swollen nipple, flattening it.
She screamed and brought her hands to his to try to pull it away from her.
"I'll squeeze them until you move your damned hands away, Carrie. The choice is yours. Move your hands or wear the pliers for the rest of your life."
Every survival instinct she had told her to pull his hands and the pliers away. But logic forced her hands to her sides as she shook with the pain of what he was doing to her tit.
"Well, Douggie, what are you waiting for? That is one damned opened mouth if I ever saw one."
Doug wasn't all that sure that the bitch wouldn't just for the hell of it bite his cock. But like Carrie and Gary, he did what Ash said and put his cock in her mouth.
"Now, Carrie, listen real good. You are going to suck Doug's cock real good. Because if you don't I'll use these some more," as he finally released the pliers from her tit.
She suddenly decided that she wanted nothing else in the world but to suck Doug's cock as Ash brushed the pliers over her aching tits. She shivered as her tongue came into contact with its first cock as Ash roamed her heaving tits with the pliers. Over the top of the left one, underneath the right, across both pulsating tips as her throat got its introduction to cock flesh.
She gagged as Doug forced his cock down her throat, but she instantly opened it as she felt the steel ends of the pliers surround her left nipple. Cock down her throat sounded wonderful to her at that moment. Doug's hands pulling her hair felt fantastic, at least compared to the cold metal sliding over her beaten and sensitive tits.
"Play with his balls, Carrie. Make him feel good."
She brought her hands to his hanging balls and caressed them like they were the crowned jewels of the world as goose bumps formed on her tits as the pliers passed over them again and again, stopping every once in a while at her straining crests.
"Suck, Carrie. Make Doug come down your throat. Swallow every drop. Suck."
She sucked like her life depended on it. Maybe it did, but again something was happening to her body. Maybe it was Ash's whispering in her ear. Or the threat of the pliers to her tits. Or maybe it was plain and simple lust. Whatever the cause, she found herself liking what she was doing.
Doug's cock was growing in her mouth and throat and a special scent was filling her nostrils as she felt her pussy leak just as Doug's cock was doing. She felt him twitch inside her. Felt herself give a responsive twitch. Felt Ash begin to close the pliers around her nipple, and then everything happened at once.
Doug's cock exploded in her throat. Her clit gave it's own coming response. And Ash clamped the pliers on her nipple. She screamed, not knowing if it was in pain or passion. His goo tickled her throat and she was gagging.
"Swallow it, Carrie. All of it."
She sucked it back out of her nose and swallowed as even more filled her mouth and throat as her body quivered and quaked on the floor as the pliers came together, her nipple trapped between the opposing sides and she came even harder. Doug's hands tightened around her hair and pulled some out by the roots, and still she just knelt there and come like she had invented it for all times.
Chapter Three
"Fix some dinner," where Ash's parting words after she had sucked Doug's cock and had the shit squeezed out of her tits by the pliers.
As she took a much needed rest on the floor, she remembered what Ash had told her before leaving to help his brothers with the work. But what the hell did she know about cooking?
Not a damned thing. But that didn't solve her problem. Ash had said to fix dinner, and by God, she'd do it. After she cleaned up and got some clothes back on, that is.
She had no idea what suitcases contained what as the maids had done the packing. Maids, she thought, had it just been this morning that she had maids waiting on her every wish. And now look at her.
She had been beaten, front and back, from neck to knees. She had been fucked in her pussy, ass and mouth by her three cousins. She had had her damned tits pinched by pliers, for Christ sake. And she was to fix a meal that she had no idea of how to go about it? And on top of all of that, she couldn't even find a damned pair of jeans. They must have been packed in the bags that Doug lost when he turned around.
Great. Just fucking great, she thought, as she settled for a loose fitting sweatshirt and sweat pants and made her way to what she hoped was the kitchen.
Great. She found the kitchen, if the stove proved it was one. But that was the entire extend of her knowledge as she began to open cupboards and look inside. Boxes cans and more boxes and cans filled them all. Well, at least the boxes had directions on them, so she started with them.
Cups, tablespoons, teaspoons, dash, until blended, grease pans and so on blurred before her eyes as she investigated yet more cabinets in search of pots and pans to put the boxed and canned contents in. Then it was on to try to discover how the hell one went about lighting the stove and oven.
An hour later she had created a massive mess, most of it on her and had some lumpy totally unappetizing things on the table as four hungry men entered the kitchen. An instant later, Pa was shouting at her.
"What the hell is this mess? Why the hell ain't dinner ready," was accompanied with his hand against the side of her head, sending Carrie to the floor. A second later she was up and doing her own screaming.
"Dinner, as you call it, is not ready because I don't know how to cook and because your damned sons have been fucking the shit out of me all damned afternoon, you damned bastard."
That was rewarded with another hit to the side of her head, this time sending her across the lumpy filled kitchen table.
"Hold her, boys. It's time to teach her some manners," he told them as he, too, pulled his belt out of his pants.
The boys grabbed her arms and held her down as Ash stood off to the side to see his Pa's reaction to her already whipped ass.
"Pull 'em down and out of the way, Ash. It's teaching time."
"Sure thing, Pa," as he took the elastic in his hands and pulled her pants to her ankles.
"Hell, you boys been fooling around her already?"
"Sure, Pa. Want me to hold her legs still?"
"You do that Ash."
Carrie screamed as yet again she was being held by her cousins, only this time it was to be her uncle that whipped her whipped ass as she was forced over the edge of the table. Again the whistle of leather through the air came her way as Doug and Gary held her arms as Ash clamped his arms around her legs.
Pa didn't whip as hard as his sons, but then her ass was already whipped and it hurt like hell as they encouraged him to do it harder and faster. Fortunately, his stamina wasn't up to their standards either, but she still screamed at him to stop and finally he did.
"You don't cook, you don't eat. Go to the damned living room."
Carrie knew it was useless to argue, so she bend down and began to pull her pants back up.
"Nope. I want to see your whipped ass. And your tits too," came from Ash.
Carrie didn't even consider objecting. She stepped out of the pants and pulled the sweatshirt off and stood up. "Happy now?"
"Yep. Now go like Pa said."
She went.
She watched as Ash and Gary made a meal and then they all ate it. Except her. But she did get the privilege of washing up the dishes afterwards. She was just thankful that even she could manage that feat as Ash watched her every move and her naked body until she was finished.
"Clean the house. We'll be back at dark."
Carrie decided that even if she knew nothing about cleaning she had to make the place look better than it was as she found broom, dustpan and rags.
She didn't have the nerve to put on clothes as she managed to get the dirt off the floors and walls and on to her as she went from room to room with her unfamiliar tools.
By dusk she was ready to drop and they returned to the house.
"Come on, Carrie. I'll at least show you how to make coffee."
She silently followed Ash to the kitchen for her instructions. The coffee perking away he told her about eggs, bacon, toast, ham and gave her a book with receipts for breads, meats, vegetables and desserts.
"Why couldn't you have told me this earlier, instead of letting your Pa whip for something I didn't know?"
"Because, Carrie, you had a lesson to learn."
"What lesson?"
"On how to obey. So tell me, did you learn that lesson, Carrie?"
"I... yes I learned it, Ash. I learned it real well."
"That's good. Come here."
She came and stood in front of him. She didn't even pull back as he reached for her battered tits and took them in his hands. "Just make sure you don't ever forget it, Carrie."
"I... I ah won't."
"Good. Take out my cock and suck me off."
Pride can go to hell, she thought, as she dropped instantly to her knees and began to pull his cock out of his pants. A second later it was deep in her throat.
"I'm going to bed... "
"Yea, Pa?" He said as his father walked in the kitchen. "Keep sucking Carrie." She kept sucking as Luke looked at them. "What did you want to say, Pa?"
"I... I'm going to bed. Make sure she stays put, we need her money."
"She'll stay, Pa. Don't worry. Go on ahhh to bed."
* * * * *
As she silently closed her bag, Carrie gave one last look at her bedroom. A mattress tossed on the living room floor where she had been informed was where she was to sleep from now on.
Well, the hell with her cousins and her uncle, she thought, as she slipped the strap over her shoulder and made her way to the front door. Then through it, closing it behind her.
Carrie had absolutely no idea which way to head, but that fact didn't stop her as she stepped off the front porch into the bright light of the full moon and started walking. She didn't give a damn where she was going. She was too concerned in just getting the fuck away from there. Having had her first taste of fucking, she knew that that wasn't the reason she was leaving.
She was leaving because she was too scared to stay. It scared the shit out of her to remember how she had reacted not only to the fucking, but to the accompanying pain. If only to herself, she admitted that she liked it. Not just the fucking, but the pain too. It was one thing to be forced. A totally different thing to like the force used. To anticipate it. To want it.
That was scary as hell. Scary enough to know that if she stayed around she'd get used to it and want it even more. No, it wasn't safe to stay here. She'd get away and forget all about liking pain. It was too sick to even admit to herself.
"Ash, Pa, Gary, she's getting away!"
Carrie turned at Doug's shouted words that split the silence of the night. A second later she turned back and started to run. She dropped the bag and ran even faster.
She had almost reached the fence surrounding the McRae farm when a thousand pounds slammed into her back and drove her face first into the ground.
"Not a smart move, Carrie," Ash said as he pulled her up to her feet.
"I... ahh Ash I can't stay here."
"You're staying, Carrie. I'll make sure of that."
"I'lll aah give you the money, just let me go. Please Ash. I can't stay here. I can't."
"You're staying, Carrie, and I'll take your money, too. Now get in the house."
"The bitch tried to leave, Pa. I came out here to get a fuck and she was gone."
"Go get the strap, Douggie. It's time to teach her a lesson."
"Right, Pa. You want the big strap?"
"I sure as hell do. Need something big to get her damned attention long enough to make her stay put where she belongs. Bring her in here, Ash."
"She's coming, Pa. Aren't you, Carrie?"
"I... I'm coming, Ash."
"I kinda thought you might. You can take your clothes off here. You won't be needing them."
She didn't even bother protesting. She dropped her clothing on the living room floor and walked into the kitchen where Uncle Luke was waiting for her. She didn't even flinch at the fat strap he held in his hand. She just walked over to the table and laid over it, her ass presented for Luke's strap as Ash gave her a smile.
"You're learning, Carrie. Now hold still for Pa. Hold real still."
Luke didn't take into consideration the fact that she had had her ass whipped twice already that day. He laid into her with all the strength he could muster as he worked himself into a rage.
"You don't cook. Or clean. Or any damned thing a woman should do. You give me trouble, bitch, and I'll make you wish you'd never been born. Good women don't sneak out in the middle of the night. Good women take care of their men. You're a lazy, good for nothing whore sent here to tempt my boys. I aught a nail your hide to the wall. You mess with me again and see if I don't do just that."
And on and on he raved. And on and on he whipped her ass as Carrie kept her eyes glued to Ash. To where she knew the real threat came from as he talked to his brothers as his father whipped her ass.
"We got to keep here, Doug."
"I know that, Ash. But how? We can't watch her every damned minute. Hell look what happened when we went to bed."
"I see. And I also know why you were up to find her gone. I told you she was mine, didn't I?"
"Well, yea, but what's a fuck got to do with her being yours?"
"You ask me before you do it, is what. Got that?"
"Yea, I got it. But how we gonna make her stay?"
"You ever finish those fancy chrome rings you been working on?"
"You mean the ones I thought I'd try on the boar to keep him from rutting under the fence, or the larger ones for harnesses and such?"
"That's the ones I'm talking about. Every finish them?"
"Hell, yea. Months ago. I even worked on some rings to hold the hoist together so it won't break again."
"What kind of rings have you made?"
"Big bastards. I even coated them with chrome so they won't rust when it rains. And I made a pair of grooved pliers to fit them. Why?"
"How big are these rings of yours?"
"Oh, about three inches across and a quarter an inch thick. Why?"
"You got them to self-lock like you planned?"
"Sure. That was the easy part. But what's all the sudden interest in my rings, Ash?"
"We need a way to keep cousin Carrie here, don't we?"
"Sure but... You're gonna put rings in her? Like with the pigs noses?"
"Yep. But I sure as hell ain't going to put them in her nose."
"Then... Her tits?"
"Yep. Go get your pliers and fancy rings, Doug. Pa will be finished in a bit."
"You sure, Ash," Gary asked, as he contributed his first comment.
"I'm sure. We put rings in her tits and tie them off, she sure as hell ain't going to go no where, now is she?"
"How about those chains we use for loggin', Ash. I got a good supply of locks so we can chain her wherever we want her to stay."
"Hey, Doug, when did you get so smart? Bring the locks and chains, too. Move it. Pa's almost done whipping her ass. Get something to hold her to the living room too."
Uncle Luke made her ass flame up in heat and pain but it wasn't Luke that held the threat to her very survival. It was Ash. Ash who had somehow worked his way inside her, not her flesh. Even as he talked with his brothers he kept his eyes on her and if she so much as looked like she was ready to get away from his father's strap, he sent her a look that instantly stopped it. Stopped her from even thinking of moving. Stopped her from voicing the least complaint.
But it didn't stop her from knowing that she was doomed. She knew, of a certainty, that she could never leave Ash. Knew that from this moment on her life would be spent in doing what made Ash happy. Be it pain, or humiliation, or fucking his brothers and letting his crazy father whip her body. She knew it and deep down inside she accepted it. Reveled in it. Wanted it.
She couldn't explain it. Or understand it. But she knew it for a fact as she screamed under Uncle Luke's strap. She knew it as she watched Ash's eyes. She knew she was destined to obey him. Her cousin. Her lover. Her... master, because he was the master of her fate. He was the one who had broken her will, her pride and it was him that she would follow.
"You're a whore, like all women are. The only thing you understand it a man in your damned pussy or ass. You think just because you got a cunt, you're God's gift. Well, you ain't no gift. Around here you work or get beaten. And if the boys want to fuck you, you damned well better let them, whore."
Ash noticed that Pa was slowly winding down. His arm was beginning to shake from wielding the heavy strap. His breathing was heavy and deep and he was starting to repeat himself. Ash respected his Pa if only because he was his father, because he had known since his mother had died that he was crazy. Crazy because he knew he had killed her. And in his own strange way, Ash knew he had loved her. Knew because he had never had another woman since she had died five years ago.
Luke was damned tired. It had been years since he had whipped ass in the middle of the night. Not since Harriet had died had he even been inspired to. But Ash had explained it to him. They were to get fifty dollars a month to keep Carrie here and they needed every penny of it. Hell, the farm had always been a minimal provider. It was over worked and showing the strain, and if he was to keep his boys here, they needed it desperately.
They had to keep her here for the money, and he knew that if the boys had a fuck around they'd be more likely to stay and keep the farm going. It was all he had to give them. All he was given. All he had left in the world except his sons to carry on after him. But he was so damned tired.
Luke dropped the strap on the floor and took a deep breath. "Keep her here, Ash. Make her stay and work. I'm going to bed."
"Good night, Pa. And don't worry, I'll make sure she stays as long as we need her."
"Good boy, Ash." Luke walked away, leaving his niece laying across the table, her ass flaming from his strapping. But he didn't have to worry. Ash would keep her here for the money they needed. He closed his door behind him.
"Fix me some coffee, Carrie. I'm thirsty. Gary, go give Doug a hand, that stuff must be heavy and very awkward to move."
It was said calmly and if Carrie hadn't known better she would have thought it a normal request. But she did know better. It wasn't the coffee that was important, it was the obeying of his orders and requests. It was moving her painful body to do as he wanted her to do.
Using her hands on the table top, she pushed herself up, groaned in pain, and walked over to where the stuff was kept for coffee and began to make it as the stove heated up. All the time aware that Ash watched her closely. Very closely.
Ash did watch her as he tried to figure out just what it was about her that was so different. He had had many women in his life. Women he had fucked. Women he had beaten. But Carrie was different and he didn't know why and that had bothered him. Would until he figured out why and how.
Part of it was, he knew, was her reaction to him. He sensed that for some unknown reason, she wanted to do what he wanted. It wasn't just the sex or the pain. It went deeper. As if it were a compulsions on her part. Early when they had beat and fucked her, she had watched him. Not Gary and Doug. It was his words she listened to and obeyed.
Was that it? Was it as simple as that? He knew that she created feelings in him he had never felt before. It went beyond lust. She wanted to please him. No matter his request. And that he had never been offered before.
He also knew that she fought him and his brothers so they would treat her the way he wanted her to be treated. It was like when he held the pliers to her tit and she had placed her hands over his. She hadn't tried to pull them away. She had pressed his hands harder together as if knowing it would please him. And it had. Oh, yea, it had.
But there was something more too. Why did he patiently explain how to cook to her? How to make it easier for her? For some reason, vaguely understood by both of them, he knew he wanted her to be willing hurt.
Ma was like that, he remembered. Thousands of times she'd do something that she knew would rile Pa. Rile him enough to tie her up and strap her, then fuck the living daylights out of her. One time he had even asked her why she did it, and she had said, because, Ash, it's what he wants me to do. He needs a reason to treat me the way he really wants to.' It had taken him a while to figure it out-Ma loved Pa. It was as simple as that.
Did that mean Carrie loved him?
Was that why she did what she did to egg him on? To make it even harder for herself? Anyone in their right mind would just offer pussy, ass or mouth and be free of the accompanying pain. But not Carrie. She had struggled, swore, twisted and fought the entire time. And with every struggle, swear, twist and fight, he'd liked it more.
Hell, the reason he had been so quick to catch her was that he was on his way to her again, just like Doug was. Yea, she was different. And look at her now. It was like she was parading her body for him. She bent over and showed him her whipped ass. She reached up and showed him her whipped tits. And she scratched her cunt as if it had an itch. And he followed each of her movements and smiled.
"You like what you see, Ash?"
"I like it, Carrie. l like it a whole damned lot. How about you?"
"I... I like it, too. That's why I was running away. I like it too much."
Again he smiled. "Then you aughta just love what's coming up. Bring me the coffee, Carrie."
She didn't bother asking the obvious question, as she knew it would be explained in time anyway as she filled his cup and brought it to him. "Here you go, Ash. Enjoy it."
"I will. Just as soon as you turn around, bend over and show me your blistered ass while I drink it."
Carrie hadn't missed the lump in his pants, as for some reason that seemed to be the focal point in her life, as she obeyed him and presented her ass to him. Ash caressed her ass as he drank his coffee and thought about the next few minutes, days, weeks and maybe years. For a gal that was a virgin just that morning her pussy was sure as hell dripping wet, as he watched it dribble down the insides of her spread legs.
"Use your hands and spread your ass cheeks and pussy for me, Carrie. I want to be able to see inside you."
Grabbing flesh where ass and legs met, she pulled herself apart for his gaze. And her lust. It didn't matter that her hands caused increased pain in her whipped ass and pussy. She pulled until they would open no more as she felt Ash's fingers slide up and down her wet track.
"Like that, don't you?"
"I... ahh yeess, I liikke it, Ash."
"Like it better if it was my cock, too, wouldn't you?"
"Yyyesss aahh yesss."
"Well, tell you what, you be a good girl and do what I tell you and I'll fuck you until you tell me to stop. How's that sound?"
It wouldn't make any difference what he did to her, she thought, as he ran three fingers in and out of her pussy, then her asshole. "Yyyyesaah yeesss." As she held herself open for him and he added a fourth finger to his driving hand, shoving and jerking it inside her openings. First one, then the other as she felt herself climbing the spiral sexual ladder of lust and need.
Ash pulled his hand away from and her, and said, "Lay on the table, Carrie. Lay on your back so I can see the tits I whipped today."
Gratefully she did, as she didn't think her legs would be supporting her much longer. And she wasn't foolish enough to place her entire body on the table. No, just her upper body laid there as her legs hung down and spread as wide as she could hold them. When Ash smiled at her she smiled back, as again his fingers came to her pussy and asshole.
"Holy shiiitt, Ash, what a fucking sight to be greeted by," came from Doug as he and Gary walked in the kitchen and saw their cousin offering Ash anything he wanted to take.
"Got her all nice and tamed, have you," asked Gary as he set his bag on one of the chairs and looked at his suddenly very passive cousin on the table as Ash rammed fingers in and out of her pussy and ass.
"No. Not tamed. Never tamed. Just under control. Isn't that right, Carrie?"
"I... ahhhh yeessss," she managed to get out around her constricted throat. Constricted with lust. She was on the very verge of coming. She knew it. And so did Ash as the other two came up beside her on each side of the table.
She had seen each of them carrying large burlap bags and had heard them thump on the chairs. They both sounded very heavy, but she really couldn't give them much attention. That was focused on Ash and what he was doing to her and making her body respond to.
"Carrie and l have come to an agreement, boys. She'll do as l say," he rammed all four fingers up her pussy, "and I do what I want. Isn't that right, Carrie?"
"YYyeaasssss yessssaahhha."
"Oh, no, Carrie. Don't come yet. Don't come. Wait until I tell you to."
Gary and Doug looked on in amazement as they saw their cousin struggle not to come as their brother sank his entire damned fist up her sucking pussy and held it there.
"Get them ready, Doug. And make sure they are damned clean. She gets an infection and I'll ram your balls down your own throat instead of hers."
"Ah sure, Ash."
Doug looked around to find some kind of disinfectant. They didn't have anything as normal as rubbing alcohol, but he did spy the jug of corn liquor and used that to pour over the chrome rings he had made to hold the hoist they used to raise bales of hay into the loft.
Each ring was made of cast iron. Heavy and indestructible, that he had coated with chrome to keep from rusting in the weather. And as he held the huge rings to clean them, he couldn't help but imagine how they would look in his cousin's tits. Not her fucking nipples, but her tits. The sheer size of them made it impossible for her nipples. They'd rip them to shreds with the slightest tug.
No, these rings would be in tit flesh, way above the brown nipples.
"Lay them on her tits, Doug, so she can see them. So she can imagine them driving through her tits to make me happy as I fuck her like I promised."
Rings in her fucking tits?
She jumped when Doug laid them on her pointed tits. Jumped from the cold. Jumped from the size of them. They weren't closed, she could see that, but it was easy to ascertain their size when they would be.
Doug had laid them so she could see the opened ends. One was needle sharp, flaring up to a bump, becoming slender then again fat until it became the same diameter of the rest of the metal. The other end was hollowed and she knew that the point would go inside it. The flared base of the needles would click into place inside the hollowed ends. She saw no releasing mechanism and knew that once in her, they would never be removed.
Never. Not for the rest of her life, as Ash's hand brought her closer and closer to a climax.
"Don't you dare come, Carrie. You come and I'll put the damned rings in your pussy instead of your tits." He could feel her pussy starting to vibrate, knew that she wanted so damned much to come, and knew that she wouldn't if she could help it.
She stared at the rings lying on her tits. She felt Ash's hand churning away up her recently opened cunt. And she felt her passions rising, coming almost to the yearned for peak of ecstasy she had tasted for the first time that day. And she fought them all. Fought them to keep from coming.
She raised her eyes to Ash's, away from the promised pain of the rings, away from the sight of his hand entering and leaving her cunt, to see the determination in his eyes. Eyes that told her more than words that if she came he'd do it. He'd drive the massive rings into her pussy.
But she also knew it wasn't that threat that made her suppress her passions. No, that was actually looked forward to some time in the future at his choosing. It was her desire, her obsession, her need, to make him happy. To fulfill his desires that stopped her spiraling passions until she again had them under some control.
"Fit the ring in your pliers, Doug, and give them to me while you and Gary hold her arms over her head and I put them in her."
Carrie didn't wait for the boys to take her arms. She raised them over her head herself as she stared intently at Ash between her legs. Watched him take the weirdest looking pliers she had ever seen from Doug, as he pulled his hand out of her leaving a vast void in its place.
Watched him reach for her beaten tits. Tits that he had beaten earlier that very same day, and press his left hand into her left one. Squashing her boob, making her nipple stand up tall and proud on the end as he moved the ring holding pliers just below his fingers and began to close them around her tit.
The hollowed base pressed into the bottom of her tit as the needle pointed end came at the top of it as he held everything in place and shoved his cock up her vacated cunt.
"Now you can come, Carrie. Now, while l put the ring in your tit. NOW!"
He drove the needle end into her, squashing her tit against the opposing sides of the ring and pliers as his cock drove to her very core. She kept her eyes on his, felt the pain to her tit, the joy of his cock inside her. And came.
God, how she came as he drove cock and ring into her body. And she continued to come as he quickly slid the other ring into the pliers and drove a ring through her right tit as she fucked her. And fucked her. And fucked her.
Carrie could only feel. Feel the pain he had given her. Feel the pleasures he was giving her. Feel her body explode over and over. Each successive peak higher than the last.
"Waash away the blood Douug."
Doug looked at the jug of moonshine he still held in his hand. Looked at Ash's strained face. And dumped the entire contents on her ringed tits as they both screamed and the blood flowed over her tits, onto her chest and then to the table as they fucked away to their obvious enjoyment as he and Gary looked on.
And what pleasure could they possibly derive from looking on, you may well ask?
Read on to find out.
And remember, wherever there are lookers, you are bound to find swollen cocks.
Chapter Four
Gary dumped twenty pounds of logging chain on the table next to his panting cousin as Ash pulled out of her clinging pussy.
Carrie felt the table rumble and shake at his actions but gave them scant attention. She was too caught up in herself and Ash to pay anyone else attention as she slowly weaved her way back down the spiraling ladder she had just climbed as Ash fucked and ringed her. But as he spoke, she forced herself to listen.
"Each of you padlock a ring to a chain, then give me the keys to the locks."
Carrie watched with some trepidation as the boys each reached for her tit rings and slipped a huge padlock in each one. The locks themselves had to weight a pound each, as she saw them drag ends of chains to them and click them shut.
Her eyes followed link after link of the chains. Each link was three inches long and made of heavy gauged iron. Just the padlocks and the first links made her tits fold over in half. How much did the entire chains weight? She concluded that each weighed at least ten pounds each.
She had twenty pounds of chains attached to her tits. And two pounds of locks. And rings that had to weigh at least a half a pound each.
But that was what Ash wanted. And that was what she would accept and wear until he took them off her, or didn't.
"Stand up, Carrie. I want to see how they look on you as Doug and Gary fuck your ass."
Curling her hands around the coiled chains on her stomach, she picked them up and sat up on the edge of the table. She looked down at her tits, rings and chains. Even supporting most of the weight of the chains, her tits still headed toward the floor as she held over fifteen pounds of iron in her hands.
"Stand away from the table, Carrie, and let go of the chains."
He said it so calmly. So forcefully. And with determination.
The links slid through her fingers, pulling more and more on her tits as she watched Ash watching her. The ends clanked on the wooden floor and more chain curled up on top of them as the last links slid through her fingers as tears streamed down her face. "
"Now turn around and put your hands on the table and offer your ass to Gary and Doug. You touch the chains or locks and I'll beat your tits while they do it."
For a fleeting moment she thought about doing just that, but decided that she needed time to heal around her new rings, so Ash could use them sooner.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on the table, letting the chains and locks pull her tits toward the floor and spread her legs.
"Fuck ahh my asss boys soo Ash can fuckk me again." Her knuckles turned white as she watched the sway of the chains pulling on her tits. She spread her legs wider and arched her back. "Fuuckkk mmyy assss. Fuucck it dddeep and aaaaaaahard."
"Me first, this time," came from Doug who had planned to do just that well over two hours ago, only to find her missing. God, he thought, what a damned two hours it had been, too, as he used his hands to pry her ass cheeks apart and jammed all the way up her ass with the first stroke.
Firmly in place, he reached for her ringed tits with his hands, only to be stopped by Ash saying, "No. Her tits and pussy are mine. Only mine. You and Gary want to fuck her, you use her ass or mouth. Got it?"
Both brothers got it real clear, as Doug settled for spanking her ass as he fucked it.
"Don't come, Carrie. You only come with me and when I say so. If you come without my permission, I'll have to think about the proper punishment. And don't think they won't tell me because they will. And so will you."
She knew he spoke the truth. About his brothers telling. And her, too, as she managed not to come as Doug, then Gary, fucked her whipped ass as Ash watched them.
"Bring the U-nails, hammer and come here, Doug, and I'll show you where I want them."
Carrie watched them walk away and go into the living room. A minute later the sound of hammer striking metal rang through the house as Doug drove the U-nails into the floor where Ash had told him to. She heard Ash say something about more locks and keys as Gary silently watched her from one of the kitchen chairs.
She knew he was trying to understand how she could be standing in the middle of the room, rings in her tits supporting locks and logging chains hanging from them as she kept her hands at her sides and let them pull her tits. Of course, she knew whey she didn't use her hands to hold some of the weight. Ash had told her not to. To just stand there. And that is what she did.
She stood there, letting the weight of the rings, locks and chains pull her tits toward the floor. She could see and feel a small trickle of blood coming from each. Could feel them hurting her. But she didn't even consider using her hands to alleviate the pain that Ash wanted her to feel. Because she could also feel her pussy drooling in anticipation of Ash fucking her again. And again.
He had promised to fuck her until she cried stop. She planned for that to be a long, long time. Hell, if possible, neither of them would get a wink of sleep as they fucked had hurt her the whole night through.
Ash and Doug came back to the kitchen, where he told them, "You two go on to bed. I'll take care of Carrie."
Neither voiced a complaint. Why should they? They had already fucked her ass and it was well past midnight and they were tired, as Ash led her to the living room and told her to lay back down on her mattress.
Dragging the chains behind her, she made her way to her bed and laid on top of its surface. Laying on her back, she reached her arms over her head and opened her legs. "Fuck me Ash. Fuck me all night long. Fuck me long, hard and deep."
"I will, just as soon as I explain the rules."
"Then explain them fast, Ash. My pussy is begging to be filled by your cock. Or your hand. Or your fucking head for all I care."
He smiled and walked toward her. Taking one chain in his hand he took the end over to one of the U-nails that Doug had pounded in the floor some eight feet away, as he began to explain.
"You will be chained here each night and I will do it. I have the only keys that will undo the locks. Each night your tits will be chained to the floor. No more running away in the middle of the night. I will also chain you as loosely or as tightly as I want."
"You will lay face up or down at my request. You will give me your pussy, ass or mouth for my cock or whatever else I want to use on you. Gary and Doug can only use your ass or mouth like I told them. You are never to let them fuck your pussy. If they do, tell me and I will take care of them. Understand, Carrie?"
"I... ahh yess I understand, Ash."
He walked to the other U-nail and fastened her other chain to it and came back to her as she felt her tits pulled slightly to her sides by the weight of the locks and chains.
"If I want I can fasten them tighter and pull your tits all night long. But not tonight. Tonight they are just to keep you in place. Now, raise your pussy and beg me to fuck it."
She did precisely that. Then later, she rolled over and let the chains pull her tits as she offered her ass to him. Then back over and offer and beg for his cock up her greedy snatch again.
Before the sun came over the horizon he had fucked her eight times, spanked her whipped ass with his hand, nursed on her tits until they were literally covered with hickies and held her in his arms as she finally went to sleep in total exhaustion.
Carrie settled into life on the farm as the days became somewhat predictable.
Each morning before Ash released her from her bed, Gary and Doug would come and fuck her before breakfast. Ash might fuck her and he might not before undoing the chains from the floor and she took care of her bodily functions, then fixed breakfast for her family as they took care of their chores.
After her first morning there, Carrie never saw any of her clothing again. She didn't need any anyway because as the days progressed, one, two or all three of her cousins would come in to fuck her when they had some free time. What was the use of dressing just to take them back off? None. She went around dressed in rings and chains as they made use of her body.
Her willing body. Be it for fucking or for the installation of more pain accompanied by fucking.
Through the cook book and Ash's instructions, Carrie learned how to cook. She also learned how to scrub floors while keeping her chains out of the way. To wash all the laundry on the farm as her chains were fastened to pegs driven in the ground. To weed the garden and not trip over them as one of her cousins kept an eye on her.
But she didn't need watching at all. She was more than content to remain. She lived for fucking and pain. She wasn't happy without either of them, just as she had feared her first night there. Gary, Doug, and sometimes Uncle Luke, would whip her ass or back or stomach. But it was Ash who whipped her tits and pussy. Those were exclusively his and as time passed tits and pussy was where she craved to have her pain given to her. Even if she begged the others to hurt her there, they wouldn't not even Pa.
No one was willing to mess with Ash.
Except for Carrie, that is. And she thrived in doing just that. She laid awake at nights just thinking of how she could get Ash to hurt her more. In more demanding ways. In more humiliating ways. In more painful ways. And the answer proved easy.
She sassed him. She talked back. She gave him lip until he could take no more and he'd reach for a strap, a whip, a belt or whatever else came into reach to teach her a lesson.
"Damn it Ash, I'm getting sunburned out here. Are you ever going to finish fixing that damned roof," she asked as she yelled at him for the tenth time that morning as she stood chained to a fence as he had left her over two hours ago. But, she was not on hands and knees like ordered.
No, she stood defiantly on her feet, hands on hips daring him to do something about it.
"I told you to get your ass in the air, Carrie. Now get it there."
"Well, I don't feel like getting a sunburned ass, Ash. What do you think of that?"
"I think, Carrie," he almost smiled as he understood exactly what she was doing and why, "that I'll just have to come down and make you do it."
"Yea? You and who else? Should I call the boys and Pa to help you?"
"No," he said at the bottom of the ladder he had just climbed down, "I think I can handle you all by myself."
"Oh, yea?"
"Yea. Real sure, Carrie. Now, you going to do as told or do I have to take a strap to you?"
"Do you see my ass waving in the air, Ash?"
He did smile at that one. She made it so damned clear that he could do whatever the hell he wanted to do to her. And love each and every second of it.
"No I don't. But you know something, Carrie? It isn't your ass I'm concerned about right now."
"Oh?"
"No. I think you have an attitude problem that needs some attending to."
"Attitude? Where the fuck you hear that word before?"
"I heard it and know what it means, Carrie. Just see if I don't. If your ass isn't waving in the air catching the sun rays when I return, you'll see exactly what I mean."
With that, he walked away as Carrie caressed her tit chains and remained standing exactly where she was. I wonder what he'll think of this time, she thought, as she twirled one of her chains to pull her tit.
If he thought the ropes and straps he was bringing back would scare her, he was dead wrong. She had learned to really love a bit of bondage, too. And instead of the ropes scaring her, they made her pussy drool more than it had been doing for the past two hours as she watched Ash's body move over the barn roof as he repaired it.
When he walked up to her and reached for her wrist, she held it up for him as he tied the rope around it. Then did the same to her other one.
"You don't know what sunburn is. But you'll find out." Taking one rope he tied it to a fence rail as she calmly stood in place and let him pull her arm to the side. The other rope he tied to a nearby tree and her arms were pulled as far as they would go.
Her pussy gave a squirt of juice as more were fastened to her ankles and she was roped into place in the middle of the yard.
"Is this suppose to scare me, Ash? Because if it is, you're failing."
"No. This is just the beginning, Carrie. l want to see if the bottoms of your tits will burn too."
Again he walked away. This time to the hoist above the barn loft and pulled the rope from it down and came back to her and picked up the ends of her tit chains and tied the rope to them.
Carrie instantly understood how the hell the bottoms of her tits were going to be exposed to the sun's burning rays as he pulled her tits, chains and all, up toward the top of the barn by the hoist rope.
He pulled so far she stretched forward. That helped him take up the slack. Arched forward as far as she could with her arms and legs tied off, Carrie saw her tits being more than stretched. She could actually see daylight between the rings and her healed flesh, they were pulled so much. She could also see her nipples were hard as rocks.
"Have I got your attention yet, Carrie?"
"Youuuaaa you got ittt Assshh and then some," she managed around the pain in her stretched tits.
"Good. Now, to illustrate how venerable you are."
Taking up one of the straps he had brought with him, he slammed it into her tied off tit. Smashing her nipple back into the metal rings.
"Like I said, Carrie. You have an attitude problem that needs correcting."
The fat strap smashed her other tit as her body easily read the new pain to her pulled and stretched tits. Again and again it landed on her ring pulled tits until she thought the fucking rings would rip through her skin.
But Ash knew exactly what he was doing. His intention was to beat her tits, not pull the rings out of her. And he did just that, turning them redder than any sun ever had as Carrie screamed and twisted in front of him. But she had no place to go. Her one and only option was to kneel on the ground and that would entail pulling the rings right out of her.
He turned the tops, sides and bottoms of her tits not only red, but black and blue also before he changed target areas and brought the strap up to her exposed, leaking pussy with a good deal of strength as she jumped as far as her bounds would allow.
He beat her pussy. She screamed in pain/pleasure and the cycle was repeated. And repeated and repeated until she thought that her legs would give out beneath her for the sheer volume of climaxes she had experienced during the instruction of her attitude problem.
But as Ash dropped the strap and grabbed her ass cheeks and drove his cock up her whipped cunt, she didn't have to worry any more about her legs supporting. Ash took care of that problem, just as he took care of all her problems.
He fucked her. God, how he fucked her there in the middle of the yard while bound and stretched out by the ropes, chains and rings connected to her body as she came with each and every stroke of his cock.
He almost pulled her legs out of their socket when he lifted her at his climax. But she didn't care. She was too busy coming herself to notice such an insignificant thing as pain to her legs.
He finally withdrew from her, and said, "I'll send the boys around to whip and fuck your ass, Carrie. I'm sure you'll like that, too, as you roast in the sun all damn day."
Sure enough Gary and Doug arrived after a while as Ash climbed back up the ladder and continued to work on the barn roof as his brothers used two straps to whip her ass. Then two cocks to fuck it.
"Hey, Gary, come back in an hour and do it again. Doug, you come back in two. Carrie will be here all damned day for fun and games."
They eagerly agreed to his time schedule as he climbed back down the ladder and took up the strap himself and again whipped her ringed tits and opened pussy before fucking it.
Five minutes after he again climbed the ladder, Gary was back and whipping and fucking her ass.
Followed by Doug.
Followed by Ash.
Followed by Gary.
Followed by Doug, and Gary, and Ash. Doug, Gary and Ash. By the time the sun finally set she had been through six rotations of all her cousins. Her entire body was sunburned, whipped and exhausted.
And of course dinner wasn't ready for Pa, so he whipped her ass too.
She was one very content and hurting young lady as she slept that night chained to the floor as usual. That night chained on her stomach. Hell, she thought, it didn't make any difference which way she laid. She hurt all the fuck all over.
She went to sleep with a smile on her fact.
Chapter Five
"I'm pregnant, Ash. I thought you should know," she informed him one night at the dinner table with Pa and his brothers sitting around him as she placed his plate in front of him.
"I thought I might be last month. Now I'm sure." And she let her words hang in the air.
"Who's is it?" came from Pa as he looked at his sons. He knew it had to be one of them. Carrie hadn't left the farm since her arrival two months before.
"It has to be Ash's, Pa. Gary and Doug only fuck my ass and mouth. And of course you don't fuck me at all. It's Ash's."
"Well no damned grandson of mine is gonna be born a bastard. That's for damned sure. Take her into town tomorrow, Ash, and marry her all legal like. You hear me?"
"I hear you, Pa." But he wasn't looking at his father. No, his eyes were on Carrie. "You sure?"
"As sure as I am that you are the father. I've always been as regular as clock work. I could tell you the fucking hour I'd start. I've missed two periods, Ash. There is no doubt about it. You're going be a Papa yourself in about seven months or so."
"OK. We'll go into town tomorrow like Pa said. We'll get married. But nothing else will change. Got that, Carrie. Nothing."
She smiled at that as there was no way she wanted things to change. She had gotten used to having three good studs at her beck and call and didn't want to give any of them up. Of course, Ash was her major man. But Gary and Doug could sure as hell plow her ass and mouth. Besides, there were times that Ash was just plain tired and a gal needed to have her needs taken care of, didn't she.
"She's all mine tonight, boys. Find something else for entertainment. I got me a bride to tend to."
"No problem, Ash. Keep her to yourself today and tomorrow," came from Gary who knew the way the wind was blowing. He wasn't sure if Ash loved her, but if he didn't it was as close as he would ever come to doing so with anyone.
"Right. Take two days." Doug reluctantly agreed with Gary as he wondered what he'd do in the mean time for relief. Maybe he'd look up Mary Sue again. Yea, that's what he'd do. She hadn't complained when he beat and fucked her last year.
*****
"I can't feel no baby, Carrie," Ash told her later as he had his hand up cunt as she squirmed around his hand.
"Iiit'sss too small yettt tooo feeelll youuu aasshole."
"Asshole, am I? Well I'll show you a use for an asshole. Roll over."
Ash didn't bother extracting his hand from her cunt as she did as he said. No, he kept it in her as she rolled over, got on her knees and offered her him asshole to ram his hand up. It wasn't the first time, as she eagerly obeyed.
Besides, that was her intent all along. Ash paid too damned little attention to her ass in her opinion unless she brought his attention to like she just had. Gary and Doug were fine. But it was Ash she wanted in her, no matter how or in what opening. But she began to have second thoughts on that as he didn't remove his hand from her cunt as he drove the other one up her ass until she was wearing both of his hands.
"If Iaa had more hands I'dd get them in you too. One down your throat and two more to whip you at the sameaaa time, Carrie."
God, what a thought, she thought, as he reamed both opening to the fullest extent. Ash with four, five, six hands at her disposal. Maybe he could manage a few more cocks too.
"FFffuccckk mmmmeeee Aaasshhhh fucckkk mee."
He took her at her word and rammed his hands in and out of her until he was sweating like a stuffed pig and pulled them out. He pulled her around and stuffed his cock down her throat as his hands went to her tit rings and pulled them in time to his thrusts until he exploded down her talented throat.
"Stand up, Carrie. It's time for some real fun. Your style. Painful. You're going to be one damned sore bride tomorrow. Get up."
Carrie stood, letting her chains hang from her tits as she looked at the man that tomorrow would be her husband. Her first cousin, husband at that. We just won't tell the judge or whoever, she thought. They frowned on those close of relations. In the two weeks she had known she was pregnant she had come to terms with that fact. Hoping that her children wouldn't be deformed because of it but more than willing to accept it if they were.
It was a small price to pay to stay with Ash.
They had retreated to the barn so it was an easy matter for Ash to reach for one of the ropes that hung down from the center beam to raise thing to and from the lofts. He noticed the sly smile on Carrie's face as he wrapped it around her waist, tying it off tight.
What surprised Carrie was the fact that he had tied it so the end knot was at her navel, not her back, as she watched him continue without voicing a word or offering any type of objection as he moved her body to his satisfaction.
He next tied her hands behind her back, the walked away to retrieve yet more ropes. Bringing them back, he knelt at her feet and wrapped each ankle in a substantial length of rope. Then, without a word of advice or warning, her pulled her legs out from under her and she was hanging face up by the rope around her waist as he tied each leg to a support post.
When finished her legs were as widely spread as possible, her back already aching from the unnatural position, and the ever present chains from her tit rings were pulling her tits to her sides as her hands waved just above the straw covered floor of the central section of the barn.
Quite an unusual position, she thought, as she continued to watch Ash make his preparations. She was sure that no other bride had such a pre-wedding night, and smiled at that thought.
Ash, too, was determined that the night before their wedding would be memorial, as he scoured the barn for implements to make it happen.
Dragging over a seventy pound bale of hay, he placed under her. Then taking the ends of the rope hanging from her wrists, tied it to the hay, pulling her more toward the floor and making the strain to her arched back even more.
He at least got the satisfaction of hearing her groan at that action. He pulled even more until one end of the bale of hay was off the floor as her hands turned blue. But other than her one groan, she remained silent as she challenged him to do his damnest.
Propping the other end of the hay on a convenient bucket, he reached under it and took hold of her tit chains. Undoing one of the locks that were always on the ends of her tit chains, he opened it and fastened the two chains together underneath the bale of hay.
"I'm willing to bet this gets a reaction out of you, Carrie," he told her, as he kicked the bucket aside with his foot and the seventy pound bale of hay was totally supported by her wrists and tits.
Carrie had no option in making his prediction come true as her tits were savagely pulled to the sides of her body by the weight of the hay, as she screamed out her misery. But even then she didn't ask, beg or plead with him to remove the bale from her supporting body as her cunt had the audacity to tumble into a very satisfying climax as her tits threatened to become dislodged from her chest.
After both had finished, Carrie with her climax and Ash watching her go through it, they both marveled at the sight, and for Carrie the feeling, of seeing and feeling tits under armpits instead of on the front of her chest. Ash was so enthralled that he couldn't resist sucking the one on his side into his mouth as Carrie instantly informed him of her pleasures, as she screamed out, "Yyyyessssa hhhhhhh yesssss," as his mouth encased her nipple all the way to the ring and sucked like he expected to get milk out of it.
There was no way she could give him milk, but she sure as hell gave him her avid approval the best way she knew. She came for him. She loved coming for him. Never came with anyone else. Her pussy flooded and her bountiful fluids plopped on the straw coveted floor as he continued for several, long, ecstatic minutes as she came the entire time he sucked her nipple.
Ash had long ago learned all of Carrie's secrets. He knew how to make her body explode in lustful passions. Knew how to make her withhold them from happening. Knew how much she was willing to do to make him happy. Knew how much pain she could withstand before screaming. He knew that the worst thing he could do to her was to ignore her. He knew how much she could stand before it became too much. And he was determined to use all of that knowledge that night.
Releasing her tit, he stood back and surveyed her strung up body. Her entire weight, plus the bale of hay, was supported by the rope around her waist. Her widely spread legs was an offering he would take up shortly. The bale of hay supported by her tied wrists and tits, all made for a very enchanting vision of sexual servitude. A servitude he planned on testing.
Keeping his eyes on her, he walked over to one of the nearby stalls that years ago was used to house horses and took down a dust covered bridle. Using his pocket knife, he cut the long reins, ran them through his fingers to brush off the accumulated dust, and walked back to the woman hanging in the middle of the barn with two stands of quarter inch thick, six foot long, and two inches wide hunks of leather pain.
Rolling one length of leather into a coil, he placed it on her arched up stomach. "You let that fall off you and I'll stop. But for as long as it stays, I'll whip you. I'll whip your pulled tits, your tucked-under ass and your opened cunt. You let it fall and I walk away leaving just like you are until it's time to go into town. Understand the rules of the game, Carrie?"
They both knew she wanted the pain. They both knew she would do her damnest to keep the coiled leather strap on her stomach for as long as she could regardless of how much pain he gave her tied up body. Regardless of where he hit her. Regardless of how many times he made her body shatter into climatic orgasms. And they both knew that regardless of how long the coil remained, Ash would fuck her. Fuck her long and as hard as he could.
Turning her head as much as she could, Carrie watched Ash prepare the leather strap. Running it through his fingers time and time again as if trying to decide just where and how hard to make the first blow. She saw that he had come to a decision as his eyes drilled into her rock hard nipple that was facing him at the side of her body.
He brought his arm back. Paused for a second. Then snapped it forward. The black leather streak whistling through the air until it stopped when coming into contact with her hard capped tit.
Her tit was partial numb from its pulled and distorted alignment on her body, so the sound of leather striking flesh was the first sensory thing Carrie was aware of. Sight was next, as she saw what normally would be the inside of her nipple but was now the top, turn from pale brown to vivid purple the instant the leather withdrew. Ash was again pulling back the leather before her body registered the liquid, fiery pain that enveloped her pulled nipple and she screamed as much as her thrown back throat would allow.
Her scream was cut short as the next blow landed in the precise same place. Her tit was recording too much pain to assemblate as she hung there silently, barely breathing, as a third was added to the previous two and again her body began to function in the time honored way.
She screamed.
She came.
Came so violently that it was almost as painful as what her ravaged tit was experiencing. She continued to come as Ash decorated her entire tit with liquid fire as vaguely her senses registered the fact that the coiled leather resting on her stomach had slid to the side where it became wedged between her pulled flesh and the supporting rope. She could feel it press into her side and knew, and thanked whatever gods may be, that it was very firmly held in place and would not be leaving her until the rope from around her waist was removed.
That threat removed permanently allowed her to solely concentrate on what Ash was making her experience. And God did she ever, as he rotated around her body.
When her left tit was a blaze of pain and color, Ash straightened the kicked over bucket and stood on it as his cock filled her opened cunt until completion. His needs taken care of temporarily, he walked to her other side and treated her right tit to the same savage/exhilarating experience. Then back to the bucket and her ass until it too was filled with his spurting man juice.
Then it was pussy time.
Taking up the strap again, Ash started a journey from left knee cap to right. Of course her pussy was in the very center of his chosen route as he watched it all turn to a vivid, colorful mass of over stimulated tissue. When again his cock was fully extended he climbed back up on the bucket and fucked the pussy he had just whipped.
Knowing he was good for only two more, Ash reassessed how to proceed and decided that his next target would be one with more challenge.
Her tucked under ass. The ass he knew she thought he ignored too much. But he did not ignore it that night. Working from both sides and from between her opened legs he let the strap snap into every square inch that was exposed. He only missed the very both of each ass cheek where they were pressed into the backs of her legs. Then he was back on the bucket and fucking the ass he had just turned to flaming red, black, blue and purple.
For the final act, Ash decided on something different.
Taking the much used bucket, he again placed it under one end of the bale of hay. They both noticed the instant lessening of pressure to her ringed tits, Ash with a smile, Carrie with a scream as the blood rushed back to fill the compressed tissues.
Giving her a few minutes to relish that awakening pain, he reached under the bale and unlocked her tit chains, leaving them and her tits entirely free from the bale of hay.
Then, in an unprecedented move, Ash removed the locks from her breast rings for the first time since they had been installed there and let the chains drop to the straw covered floor as Carrie's tits stood free, proud and fully upon her arched chest for the first time. He was very pleased to see that her youthful breasts were more than eager to resume a more natural alignment to her body. The combined weight of the rings, locks and chains had not distorted her breasts permanently.
That fact pleased him immensely, as his growing cock attested to, and he reached for the coiled leather strap atop her stomach and pulled it free.
Looking down he saw the perfect alignment of cock and mouth the same instance that Carrie did as she took it eagerly into her and he uncurled the coiled leather. As if practiced for hours, they became a perfectly matched team. Every time Carrie swallowed his cock down her throat, Ash would use the strap on any part of her hanging body he could reach.
His cock grew fatter and elongated as Carrie's stomach, upper thighs, the sides of her hips and her pleading pussy received splashes of brilliant colors until neither of them could stop the natural course of events. They came. And came and came as Ash's arm finally lost its strength and his cock its cream and he pulled away.
Ash conceded that he was totally drained and was awed that Carrie still showed signs of willing to continue. How, he didn't know. But decided to reward it as he again walked to her spread legs, only this time his mouth and tongue came into play as he sucked, nipped, swirled, dipped and pulled three more climaxes out of her.
After her final seizure, Ash used the remaining strength he had to free her from all bounds. And for the first time since they had met, they spent the night in each other's arms.
Chapter Six
Pa's yelling, "Where the hell is breakfast," awoke the sleeping pair in the barn the following morning. "Get your damned ass in the kitchen, bitch, and get some food on the table."
Rolling over to look at the irate man that was her uncle, Carrie thought, well so much for a wedding morning, as he stomped out of the barn. Her second thought was that something was vastly different.
That thought nagged at her. What was different? What had changed?
Looking around the answer instantly hit her.
Ash was sleeping beside her! It was his warmth lying beside her. But just as she was about to reach out and touch him, something else came into focus.
Her tits were not chained!
She was free.
And she instantly acted upon that freedom.
Easing herself away from Ash's warmth, she got out of the blankets and stood up. Looking all around the barn, she saw the opened door, the beckoning sunlight coming in it, and her tit chains lying on the straw covered barn floor. Giving Ash a look to see if he was still asleep, she walked silently away.
What Carrie didn't know was that Ash was more than awake, had been for over an hour as he laid there watching her sleep beside him. Watched her curl into his arms, curl into his warmth. He had watched her, trying to understand what she meant to him. And as the sun poked through an opening of the barn roof, he came to the conclusion that he loved her.
He didn't know when or how it had happened. But he loved her. Loved her so much it was scary. What would he ever do if she left him?
He didn't know the answer to that question but he did know he wouldn't like it if she did. And then Pa came screaming in demanding breakfast.
Suddenly he had to know. Would Carrie leave him? Everything was there for her to leave-no chains and an open door.
He held his breath as she eased herself away from him. He saw her look around. See the open door and freedom. She stood up and walked away as his heart pounded in his chest. She was leaving him. She was walking toward the door and freedom.
He knew in that instance that he couldn't force her to stay. If she walked out that door, he would do nothing to stop her. He almost groaned at each of her five steps away from him. But then she stopped. And knelt down. What was she doing?
Carrie knelt at her chains. Picking them up, holding them against her chest. She knew they were the physical embodiment of her enslavement. But they were more than that. They were her link to Ash. Ash, whom she loved. Ash who made her body do things no one else could. Ash who was to be her husband this very day.
Holding her chains in one hand she looked until she saw the locks and the key lying on the straw. She smiled and picked them up and stood.
Turning back to Ash asleep on the blankets, she walked to him carrying the chains, locks and key cradled in her arms as one day she would carry the child she grew inside her, and knelt beside his sleeping form. She silently lowered the chains to the floor and slid one of the locks through its end link and attached it to her left ring. Then the other.
If there was one day in her life when she wanted to feel totally bound to Ash, it was her wedding day. Taking the free ends of the chains, she placed them in his out flung hand.
Yes, that's the way it should be, she thought. She was bound to Ash. More than by any chains. She was bound by love.
Ash kept his eyes closed. He had to. Or the tears would show and that wouldn't do for the woman kneeling beside him, as he suddenly understood the final ingredient. Not only did he love her. She loved him! And that love did not include her man crying. No, her love needed him to be firm, strong and demanding. And he would give her that love.
"Ash. Ash, it's time to wake up. Pa's hungry."
"Hummm?" he managed around his clogged throat.
"It' time for breakfast, Ash. Come on and get up. It's time to take me to the kitchen."
Take her? Oh God, yes. He'd take her. Take her for the rest of his natural life and maybe beyond.
He wrapped his hand around the chains she had placed there and pulled. Hard.
Carrie crashed onto his chest with a groan that was half pain and half passion. God, did she ever love being next to him.
"Pa can just wait for his damned breakfast. Get your pussy on my cock, Carrie, and fuck me. Fuck me on our wedding day."
He pulled her chains with every stroke of his cock up her cunt until they exploded as only those who know each other so fully can.
Pa got his breakfast. But it sure as hell was not at the normal time. It was a good hour late and Ash and Carrie just couldn't find it in their hearts to be sad about it, either.
* * * * *
With breakfast finally over, Carrie made her way into the living room and gasped.
Her clothes were back. She hadn't seen any of them since her first day at the farm. Where had they been, she wondered, as she walked to them. Then she laughed. She hadn't even thought that she would need clothing to go into town to get married. But of course, being dressed only in chains and colorful marks was not the socially acceptable way to be, no matter the fact that she had even forgotten how clothes felt on her body.
It's amazing, she thought, how one can get used to things. Especially when given no choice in the matter, as she reached for one of her old favorite dresses and held it up to her. Pressing it to her body, she noticed that the cloth did nothing to conceal the metal rings in her breasts.
How was she going to hide them under clothing?
Did she even want to? Turning, she presented her problem to Ash. She didn't say a word, but the rings poking through the material spoke eloquently for themselves.
"I see your problem. They are quite noticeable, aren't they? What all do you have there? Maybe we can hide them somehow." He knew for certain she would not even entertain the idea of removing them. Not after she had placed herself back in bondage to him in the barn earlier.
The two of them rummaged around her suitcases, but no matter what she held up to her, the rings were still evident.
"We could always make me fat. How would you feel marrying a fat bride? Or better yet, a very pregnant one. That would sure as hell stop a lot of foolish questions."
Ash smiled. "Better a fat bride than no bride. A bit of padding should cover the rings, and we can always take the chains off."
"NO! Ah I mean, ahha I'd rather not. If you don't mind, that is."
Ash understood. Better than she thought he did. After all, he had not been asleep when she had placed them back on herself. "Fine. You can be carrying twenty pound of chains in your pregnant belly."
After that, it almost became a game as Gary, Doug and even Pa joined in helping Carrie dress for her wedding to Ash. They stripped a pillowcase off of one of Pa's pillows. Stuffed it with the abundant supply of Carrie's unwanted clothing, as Ash tied it around her waist.
None missed the fact that he also tied her two chains between the ropes and her chest, pulling the shit out of her ringed tits in the process. But as all had learned to expect from her, Carrie did not voice the slightest complaint as her tits were almost folded in half by Ash's actions.
Wearing chains, ropes and a stuffed pillowcase, they all tried helping her get into the dress Ash had selected. The blue, draping dress had at first seem quit extensive, but when they went to pull it over her enlarged abdomen none of them could help but laugh.
"Well, they sure as hell ain't gonna ask why you two are getting married," came for the usually quiet Pa as they all saw her stomach bulge out in front of her.
"That's part of the plan, Pa. Damned few questions. At least no one knows Carrie is my cousin. If they did, the biggest belly in the world wouldn't make any difference."
The others present were suddenly aware of the whole situation as never before. Ash and Carrie being first cousins would make for not only questions, but what about the baby itself? Was she carrying a monster in her? Pa, in one of his saner moments, thought it would be an easy thing to kill it if it was deformed, and silently didn't bother to voice his opinion. Because if there was one thing he knew Ash treasured, it was family. Deformed or not.
"Shoes," he said instead. "She'll have to have shoes, too. Where the hell did you put them Gary? Never mind. Get them. Now. We got us a wedding to go to."
Ten minutes later all five of them piled into the untrustworthy pickup and were heading into town. Doug drove, as only he and Carrie had a license, as Carrie and Ash sat in the cab. Gary and Pa road agreeably in the back, as they chugged their way to town.
"Who will marry us, Ash?"
"Judge Williamson. A preacher would want us to wait and I don't want to. We'll do it today, Carrie. Besides, the Judge owes me a few favors. He'll do it. And gladly."
She wondered what kind of favor a judge could owe Ash, but didn't bother asking. If he'd do it, that's all Carrie cared about.
Ash, on the other hand, had no doubts about Harry doing the wedding. Not when he remembered the night he caught him fucking the preacher's daughter out in the woods. No, Harry would gladly do the service.
Doug parked the truck in front of the Judge's house and they all climbed out and walked to the door. Ash smiled at Mrs. Williamson, who looked nothing like Sally Jo, the preacher's daughter, and quickly explained their presence.
Well, do come in. All of you. Harry's in the garden."
She left to retrieve her husband for the auspicious occasion of a McRae getting married, thinking she'd never live to see the day. With self- importance, she drug the judge, dirt and all, back into the house and into the waiting room where the McRae's were gathered.
"Well, Ash. I hear congratulations are in order. And this," he paused as he took in the extorted size of Carrie's stomach, "ah must be the bride. Jumped the gun a bit, didn't you, Ash? Well, better late than never, I always say. Come on it. I'll get the papers and the baby will have its father's name all legal and aboveboard."
He ushered them into another room that was obviously used for ceremonies. "Now then, what's your name, missy?"
"Carrie Ann Mitchell."
"Place of birth and date?"
"Charlestown. April 22."
"And the year?"
Carrie looked up at Ash.
"She's seventeen, Harry. But I'm sure that under the circumstances, it can be overlooked. How about you? Think it matters?"
Harry knew Ash's thoughts and he wasn't about to let him say Sally's name. Not with his wife present. "No. I think we can overlook it. Well, we have enough witnesses, so let's do it."
Do it, they did. Ten minutes later Carrie and Ash were man and wife. Ash paid the standard fee and they all climbed back in the truck for the ride back to the farm.
"Stop by the bank first, Doug. I need to get some money."
"What the hell for, Ash?"
"It's my wedding day, shithead. And brides expect certain things on their wedding day."
Doug didn't ask any more questions as he pulled up in front of the bank and Ash went in, leaving the rest of them speculating at his intentions. They watched people come and go, some almost running, and waited for a good half hour before Ash came back out. He was smiling and got back in.
"Now drive over to Mable's. We're picking up something there."
"Sure, Ash," and Doug drove to the local diner. Three people rushed out and dumped several boxes in the back with Pa and Gary, said congratulations, and again they were driving away. No matter the question asked, Ash refused to answer it, as they drove back to the farm.
"You and Gary set things up while I have some time alone with my wife."
"It's my wedding day. I'm allowed to act as strange as I want. And once you open the boxes, you'll know what I mean by setting it up. I think in front of the barn will be fine. Come on Mrs. McRae, let's get you out of those damned clothes and into some good old fashioned flesh."
Carrie was more than eager to follow Ash and do whatever he wanted. Especially when it came to getting out of the clothes. God damned, did they ever feel confining as hell after months of not wearing any. There was also the fact that her tits were aching like the dickens with being folded over and pulled by the ropes around her to hold the bag in place.
"Place your hands on your head, Carrie, and don't move them. No matter what."
"Sure Ash." She raised her hands, felt her tits pull even more, and placed them on her head as she saw Ash reach into his pocket and pull his knife out. If he thought she was afraid of that he was dead wrong. She feared nothing from Ash, expect his withdraw.
So she didn't even flinch when he reached toward her with the knife. He tried to look threatening, but she didn't buy it for a moment, as he lowered it and began cutting her clothes off her body.
The knife went up one sleeve. Then the other. Straight down the center of the front and he ripped the top away. Wedging it between material and the lump in front of her body, he sliced it all the way to the hem and it fell to the floor. She didn't regret its removal in the least, as he began to saw through the ropes holding the pillowcase to her.
The final strand gave with a pop and the pillow case fell at her feet as the enclosed chains began to unravel and head in the same direction as they again did their time honored job of pulling the shit out of her tits. But she had long become accustomed to twenty pounds of chains hanging from her breasts and hardly moved at all.
"Proud of yourself, aren't you?"
"Yep. I sure am. I go you didn't I?"
"That you did, Carrie. But tell me, what are you going to do with me now that you got me?"
"That, Ash, is the easiest question in the world to answer," she said as she lowered her arms. Bringing her hands to the hanging chains she followed them down a ways then picked them up. Placing them in his hands, she wrapped her around his neck and reached up to kiss him. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, Ash. I'll never leave you, no matter what you do to me. The only way we'll separate is by death or if you leave the farm. And I know you'll never leave it, so it will be death."
"Are you sure, Carrie? Are you really sure?"
"I've been sure for a long time and this morning I made my final decision. You're stuck with Ashely McRae, whether or not you want to be. You're stuck with me."
"Well," he responded as he wrapped his arms around her while still holding the chains she had given him, "I guess we're stuck with each other because I sure as hell ain't leaving. You or the farm."
"Good. But there is something I think you should know."
"What's that?"
"I'm ah disgustingly rich, Ash. I've got more money that I can ever spend. Do you mind?"
"Nope. I even spent some of it today."
"You did? On what?"
"Here," taking her arms from around his neck, he held them in front of him. Again he reached into his pocket. A second later Carrie had another ring. A wedding ring.
"Oh, Ash. It's beautiful. But how... "
"I sent someone over while I was in the bank. You like it?"
"I love it, but not as much a I love you. It's perfect."
"Does it fit OK?"
"Perfect. But what's all that stuff in the back of the truck?"
"It's a picnic. I called Mable's and had her throw together the makings so my wife wouldn't have to cook on her wedding day. How's that sound to you?"
"Wonder. Just wonderful. Let's go eat it. I'm starved."
"Just one minute, Mrs. McRae."
"Yes, Mr. McRae?"
He didn't bother answering verbally, but he sure did physically as he pulled her back into his arms. Carrie felt the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock pressing into her and knew that the picnic would be unavoidably detained as they had more serious business to attend to.
Pa and the boys had eaten all of the chicken and most of the other meats before the newly wed couple.
Chapter Seven
The picnic was a delight and Pa didn't even object when the two of them walked away by themselves to the barn, where Ash had informed all that they planned to spend the night. Undisturbed.
No one dared to enter as the two of them spent their wedding night alone. But they had enough. They had each other. And whatever Ash could think of to do to her willing body.
In Carrie's opinion, he was extremely successful in that endeavor. She had the memory of his six fucks to cherish, along with a variety of new marks on her flesh to denote just how successful he had been.
Her only complaint was when he finally led her into the house, he again chained her to her bed in the living room. She had so hoped to spend the night with him. But as he too curled up on the mattress on the floor, she forgot all about complaining. She curled up beside him, pulled his head to her breasts, and they went to sleep.
A hand making a cracking, painful contact with her oh so aching ass woke her up. That and Doug saying, "Ass up, cousin. It's fucking time again. Your two days with just Ash are over. Now get it up. High."
Somehow along the way she had forgotten all about Doug and Gary, but as she obediently raised her ass for his cock, she quickly remembered. With a smile, as Ash slide under her body and began to suck on her tits. The combined actions of Doug and Ash almost made her come until Ash said, "Don't come for him, Carrie. They're still all mine. Don't come."
Forcing her rising passions to recede she succeeded as Doug filled her ass, only to be replaced by Gary as she again had to struggle not to come as Ash sank teeth into her hanging tits and Gary drilled her ass deep. But she managed. She was on the edge when Gary pulled out, but she hadn't come.
But when Ash said, "Now!" bit down on her tit, she let go and came with ease. And as he alternated between hanging tits, she knelt there and continued to come until he finally pulled away, gave her raised ass a smack, and said, "Fix some food, woman. A man could starve to death around here waiting for you to get up and fix it."
He unchained her tits from the floor and it was another day at the McRae farm.
Two weeks later Carrie was again weeding the garden, her chains attached to pegs in the ground when Doug walked up and informed her that she had a visitor. He went off to find Ash, who had her key, and left her standing there wondering who in the hell did she know that would come to the farm.
"Hey, Ash," Doug said when he found his brother behind the barn working on their broken down tractor, "Carrie's got a visitor."
"A what?"
"A visitor. Said he was her folk's lawyer."
"Shit!"
He knew it had to happen some time, but he sure wasn't ready for it now. He had read all the legal papers sent to the farm, just as he did all the other mail, and knew what the man could do if he wanted to. He could take Carrie away from him. Along with her money that was deposited each week in his account at the bank.
At first, the money was his only concern. Carrie took second place. But their importance had changed places. He'd gladly give up the money and keep Carrie. But what the hell could he do? There was no way in hell he could stay with them the entire time.
All he could do was trust Carrie.
"Go in the back, Doug, and get that dress out of my closet and give it to Carrie. Tell her who is here and to go inside. I'll meet her there."
"I'll need the key, too, Ash."
Ash dug into his pocket and gave Doug the key as he wondered how the hell to handle the lawyer as Doug took off at a run, heading to the back of the house where he had left Carrie in the garden, as he slowly walked to the front to meet her parent's lawyer.
"Mr. Stevens, isn't it," Ash asked as he extended his hand in greeting.
"Yes, ahh, Jim Stevens," he shook Ash's hand, "and you are?"
"I'm Ashley McRae. Carrie's ahh cousin. Won't you come in. Carrie is just out back. She'll be in in a bit."
"Thank you."
Silence reigned as they entered the door and made their way to the kitchen where the nervous Ash poured them cups of coffee.
"So, what brings you out here, Mr. Stevens?"
Jim Stevens was not impressed by what he had seen, the farm, Carrie's cousins and the almost stark poverty. "As you know, I'm Carrie's lawyer and I told her, when she insisted on coming here, that I'd come visit her in three months. It is three months to the day and I'm here."
"So I see. But why?"
"To make sure she is OK, naturally."
"Why the hell wouldn't she be?"
"Mr. McRae... there is no way to put this, except truthfully. Carrie is a young lady used to the best things in life. And quite frankly, I can not see her getting that here. I am her parent's trustee and as such, it is my duty to see to her welfare."
"Carrie has no complaints. She's happy."
"I'm afraid that I can not take your word for that, Mr. McRae."
"Then will you take mine, Mr. Stevens," Carrie asked as she entered the kitchen and heard his last few words.
"Carrie!" He stood, reached out his arms as if to embrace her, but stopped as his eyes widened. Doug had removed the chains, but not the rings which like on her wedding day, could not easily be hidden.
"What it God's name is going on here?" He turned to Ash with murder in his eyes.
"What is going on is none of your damned business, Mr. Stevens," that coming from Carrie. "How dare you come in here and start accusing people! I'll have you know, that I am here of my own free will. And I will damned well stay under the same conditions. Do I make myself clear?"
"But... "
"No. No buts. No ifs. No nothings. Now," calming somewhat, "was there anything in particular that you wished to discuss with me, Mr. Stevens?"
"But... "
"You are repeating yourself. How trite. If you have no business, may I suggest you leave before my husband drives his fist in your face?"
"Your... husband?'
"Yes, my husband. Ash and I were married last month. Quite legally, I might add."
"But... "
"You are still repeating yourself. If you have a point, would you please get to it. This is a working farm, not a resort, you know."
"But you can't have married him. You're only seventeen. And... "
"I did marry him. Next point? You do have one don't you?"
Jim Stevens sat down in the chair as if felled. All of that money. All of it, leaving his possession. He was so sure that a few months in this dump and the spoiled Carrie Mitchell would beg to go back to her home. Where, he naturally, would control her money. But that was no longer viable.
The man across from his had that power now. Who the hell would have thought they'd marry so damned soon. Christ, they even married thinking they were first cousins, for Christ sake.
"Now, Mr. Stevens, if you are rational and wish to discuss my estate, I will be more than pleased to hear about. I assume I do still have an estate."
"You ahh yes, of course you do."
"Then please get to the point. I know my parents made provisions for my wedding. What where they?"
"May we speak privately Miss... ahh Mrs. McRae?"
"Ash?" she asked her husband.
Ash smiled. He had always thought that Doug had stretched the truth about how she treated others, but he doubted it no more. Nor did he doubt that Carrie would remain. And, if he wasn't mistaken, her money would soon be transferred to their bank.
"By all means, Mr. Stevens. Have your private talk with my wife." Turning to her, he added, "If you need anything, I'll be right outside."
"Thank. But I don't foresee any problems."
They waited for Ash to leave before she again asked about her estate.
Jim Stevens knew when to say quite. He didn't have a leg to stand on. Not only was there no mention of the age she could marry, they weren't even first cousins. Carrie had been adopted, which he finally got around to telling her.
"Your parents didn't want you to know that you were adopted until you were eighteen, or married. By that time, I assume, they thought that it wouldn't make any difference to you. But I do assure you, they did plan on informing you."
She had to think that one over a bit.
No, she couldn't see that it made a lot of difference. Except that she no longer had to worry about her children, and that was a relief.
"I'm sure they would have, Mr. Stevens. And I do thank you for telling me. As you might guess, I did have some worries on that matter. Thank you."
"As for your estate, it is still quite sound. Several bonds and investments have matured and it is now well over four million. I ahh assume that now that you are married, you will want your husband to handle it. Is that correct?"
"Yes, and no."
"I beg your pardon?"
"What I would like, Mr. Stevens, is to split it. Three million to go to the custody of my husband."
"And the remainder?"
"Put in a trust fund for my children. I will notify you of their births as they occur. And, if, at the age of... sixteen or more they decide to leave, they can claim their share. It is to be equally divided between them. In sixteen years each should have well over a million at their disposal. Any problems with that arrangement, Mr. Stevens?"
"No. No legal problems at all, but if I may ask. Why?"
"It is simple. I am here of my own free choice. They may not be. I know the power of money, and the freedom it allows, even though I do not choose to use it, my children may."
She paused before going on. "As you have obviously noticed this is a somewhat, shall we say, unusual family. And not everyone would choose to remain, even if I have. I plan on loving my children, all of them, and wish to insure their happiness.
Now," she looked at him, daring him to disagree, "if there is nothing else, I have a garden to weed. I'm sure you can forward whatever paperwork is required here and I will sign what needs signing to set up the trust fund for my children. Good day, Mr. Stevens. I hope you have a pleasant trip back to the city. Oh, and by the way. You may also sell my property and turn those funds over to my husband."
Somewhat eased that he'd have control over the trust fund, he made his congratulations and took his leave, promising to have the papers to her as soon as possible.
They walked out together and as he drove away. Carrie and Ash stood side by side, arms around each other.
"Did he give you any problems, Carrie?"
"No. None at all." Turning to wrap her arms around his neck, she said, "But I do have some news."
"Oh?"
"I am no longer disgustingly rich."
"You aren't?" He could see the teasing look on her face and smiled at her.
"No. Afraid not."
"Oh, well. Easy come, easy go."
"How right you are. It came from me, and goes to you. YOU are now disgustingly rich. And Mr. McRae, since you now control well over three million dollars, I think it is time that you bought your wife a few things."
"Oh?" He couldn't help but laugh. "And what might that be, Mrs. McRae?"
"Indoor plumbing. A new, dependable truck. A new stove that doesn't take twenty minutes to get started. And a new mattress that doesn't have lumps. After all, I have enough of my own lumps to contend with, I don't need them supplied. Well, Mr. McRae?"
"Bitch, bitch, bitch."
"I certainly can be. So?"
"Oh, all right. But no damned telephones or televisions."
"Agreed. There isn't any one I want to call. And, we provide our own entertainment much better than any TV ever could.
"We do, huh?"
"We sure as hell do. Speaking of... "
"Ah, do I hear my wife being arguing?"
"You sure as hell do. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well, I guess I'll just have to beat some sense in her."
"Oooh, she's scared to death." Stepping out of her dress, she handed it to him. "See. She shivered right out of her clothes."
"Sassy bitch."
"You know it. You also know how to cure it. The barn you said?"
"The barn, Mrs. McRae. Definitely the barn."
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the good news." She said as they turned toward the barn.
"What news is that?"
"We aren't really first cousins."
"Huh?"
"I was adopted."
"Well, now, that does call for some celebrating, doesn't it?"
"It sure as hell does."
Ten minutes later Carrie found herself hanging from both hands and her left leg. Which naturally left her crotch wide open. And it was that that Ash was tending to with his misty leather straps.
The sound of leather striking flesh and Carrie's screams filled the barn as he again set a path from one knee to the other. But for some reason he had difficulty in the middle of his course, as again and again the ends of the strap got wet.
Even after months, Ash didn't know how she could stand so much pain. Not only what he was doing, but what he and his family had done to her since day one. Only that morning Doug had whipped her ass to ribbons, then fucked it. Gary had followed just after lunch and had done the same. And here he was whipping the shit out of her cunt.
He might not ever understand her, but he sure as hell loved her and what she did for him. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he knew that soon he'd be fucking the pussy he was whipping. And Carrie would love every minute of both. Hell, she'd probably ask for seconds. And damned if he wouldn't give it to her.
And as he remembered her conversation with her lawyer, as he had listened to it, he couldn't help but wonder how she could be so different. But he knew that should anything happen to him, she'd be more than capable of taking care of herself. And his family, too, as he brought the whip to her cunt yet again. And again.
Chapter Eight
"What the hell?", came from the suddenly awaken Ash at the noise coming from outside.
"What's going on, Ash?"
"I don't know, but if Doug doesn't stop it damned quick, he'll get my foot up his ass."
"It sounds like he has a woman, Ash. Maybe you'd better go see what's going on."
"Damn it to hell." He said as he reached for his pants and left Carrie on their new mattress and walked out the door to see what the hell his baby brother was up to.
"Would you shut the fuck up," came from Doug as he struggled with what was obviously a woman.
"My thoughts exactly. What the hell is going on, Doug? And who the hell is that?"
Even in only the moonlight, Ash could see Doug struggling with a woman. A woman who was almost totally naked and fighting like hell to remain in the truck Doug was determined to get her out of.
"Ash, damn it, give me hand."
"Doing what?"
"Getting her inside. Damn it to hell. Stop that, bitch," as she scratched his face when he bent over to pick her up.
Ash laughed. It really was quite a sight seeing his brother wrestling with the woman. God, was she ever a fighter, he thought, as she gave Doug a good right hook as he tried to get her over his shoulder.
"Ash, damn it, don't just stand there, help me."
"It looks like an even fight to me. Jesus, what your balls, Doug," he said as she raised her leg.
"Damn it to hell, bitch, you almost unmanned me."
"Thaatt you bastarddd was my intent. Let me go. No. Get your damned handssa off me."
Doug was struggling but Ash knew he'd win over the gal and decided that Carrie would enjoy seeing this. Going back inside, he said, "Seems like Doug wants a gal of his own. Care to watch the show?"
"Damned right."
Carrie had heard all that had been said and was standing at the end of her chains trying to see when Ash came in. As soon as he unlocked her chains from the floor, both of them went out and stood on the front porch to watch.
Doug had the woman out of the car and over his shoulder, but he wasn't making any headway as she had a very strong grip on the window frame of the truck as they played a game of tug-of-war in the moonlight.
She loved it, and couldn't help aiding the mysterious gal in Doug's arms. "Let go of the window and grab his pants and pull up. Give him one hell of a damned wedggie."
"Damn it to hell, Carrie, would you keep your damned advise to yourself. I'm having enough trouble as it is."
"Oh, hell, Doug, you outweigh her and are twice as strong. She can use all the help she can get."
"Ash, would you do something with your damned wife before I do?"
"Sure thing, Douggie," he answered as he turned and gave Carrie a kiss.
"God damn it all. Ouch. God, bitch, retract your claws."
Carrie saw that the woman had taken her advise and let go of the truck, that or Doug had finally pulled her way. But that left her hands free and she used them to scratch at Doug wherever she could reach, which included his face and as she pulled his shirt up in the back, his back.
Carrie and Ash both laughed when she finally did what Carrie had told her. Taking a firm grip on the back of Doug's pants she pulled up with a savage jerk. The material dug into his balls and his legs gave out as the two of them resumed their fight on the ground.
The woman landed on top and didn't waste a second in swinging her fists. Two real good ones landed on Doug's jaw before he captured them in one hand and used the other one to reach for an exposed tit and pinch it hard. Even Carrie cringed as he twisted her flesh and the woman screamed.
"Oh, my Godddd... " she said as the woman finally looked that the porch containing the woman who had given her the advise about the pants and saw Carrie for the first time. A Carrie complete with breast rings and chains hanging from them, thus giving the struggling Doug a chance to return her jabs.
He connected solidly with her jaw and she kind of just wilted on top of him.
"That's cheating, Doug," Carrie informed him as the gal laid still for the first time. "Damn it, Doug, fight fair."
"Fair? What the hell do you know about fair? That bitch," he said as he shoved her off him, "has been fighting me the whole damned night. She's scratched my face, kicked my balls and almost made me wreck the new truck around a friggin damned tree."
"Well, what the hell do you expect? You aren't exactly treating her with kid gloves."
"Kid... damn it, Ash, will you give me a hand and get your damned wife out of here?"
"Nope."
What?"
"I said, nope. I happen to agree with my wife, and you'd better watch your tongue around her, too."
"Watch my... God, damn it, Ash. I've been fighting for my damned life and you get all huffy if I grip about your wife?"
"Well, she is my wife. Speaking of which, who the hell is that?"
Doug looked down at the ground then sheepishly looked up at his brother. "Well, hell, Ash, you got your own woman, and I wanted one, too. What the hell is wrong with that?"
"Nothing. If the gal is willing."
"Willing? What the hell are you talking about? Carrie sure as hell wasn't willing in the beginning, either. And this one will learn, too. Just like she did. Damn it, Ash, I want some damned pussy, too. And some tits, by God, and she'll provide both," as he pointed to the unconscious gal on the ground at his feet.
"Who is she?"
"Hell, how the hell would I know?"
"Then where the hell did you get her?"
"Well... her car broke down and I... "
"You kidnapped her? You fucking kidnapped her?"
"Well... sort of."
"Sort of hell! Damn it, Doug, don't you know they can arrest you for kidnapping? Why the hell did you bring her here?"
"Why the hell not? It's where I live, ain't it?"
"Ya. You and Gary, Pa, Carrie and I. You shithead. Why the hell didn't you just fuck her if that's what you wanted? Why the hell bring her here?"
"Because she's staying. Just like Carrie. But this one's mine, Ash. Mine. Got that? Mine."
"I hear you, Douggie. But now that you've got her just what the hell are you going to do with her?"
"Keep her. Just like you keep Carrie."
"Ash, I think he's serious. Why don't you get her inside and I'll see how bad she is as you try to talk some sense into Doug."
"Right."
The brothers carried the woman into the house, lying her on Ash and Carrie's mattress on the living room floor as Carrie got water and cloth to tend her, as Ash and Doug carried on a shouting match on the front porch.
"Mmmuumm... ahhh damn ittt," came from the woman, as she came up swinging.
"Stop. Stop, I won't hurt you." Carrie tried to get her to lay back down.
"You? And... " her eyes fixed on Carrie's breasts and she could say no more.
"That's OK. Just relax. I won't hurt you, and Ash is trying to talk some sense in Doug. Here, hold this against your chin. You're going to have one hell of bruise."
"A bruise... but you," and again she couldn't speak as she pointed at Carrie's tits.
"Oh, don't let that bother you. I wear these by choice." Carrie could see that she didn't believe her as she looked at her body.
Carrie had to admit that she got an eyeful. Each of the boys had had at her that day, even Pa had whipped her ass. Oh, yes, the woman had quite a bit to see. From neck to knees, Carrie was covered with marks. And she was sure that seeing rings in her tits, connected to long, heavy chains, didn't help matter, either.
"Cchh... choice?"
"Yes. Choice. How are you feeling now?"
"I... ahha a bit battered but not as much as you are."
"Don't worry about me. Can you sit up? Good. Where did Doug find you? He said something about your car breaking down."
"I... ahh yes. I ah it broke and he stopped to help, I thought. Then the next thing I know, he grabbing me and tossing me into his truck as he's trying to rip off my damned clothes."
"Well, I... that's Doug for you. He's always been a bit impatient."
"Impatient? What the hell is going on here? Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Doug's sister-in-law, Carrie. And you are?"
"I... ahh Sam ahh Samanthia Jenkins. Jesus, I don't believe we're sitting here exchanging names"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Jesus, would you look at yourself?"
Just for the hell of it, Carrie looked down at her body. She couldn't help smiling. "You jealous?"
"Jealous? You've been whipped and you've got fucking rings in your tits. With chains attached to them."
"Yes I do. And I ask again, are you jealous?"
"Jealous? Lady, I think you're as crazy as your damned brother-in-law."
"No. Sorry, but neither one of us are crazy. Only Pa is. But you haven't even met him yet."
"Pa? You mean there's more of you nuts around here?"
"Just Pa and Gary. And Ash and Doug, of course."
"Oh, of course." She said sarcastically. "And just what the hell are all of you nuts planning to do with me?"
"Well, unfortunately, Doug wants to keep you."
"Keep me? What the hell for? Why?"
"To fuck, of course. And I guess to rough up a bit, too."
"Fuck? Rough up? God, you're as crazy as he is."
"No, you have to understand Doug. He's not a bad boy. He just wants a woman of his own, instead of sharing me with Ash, Gary and Pa, too."
"Share? Share what?"
"Fucking and whipping. Except for Pa, that is. He only whips me."
"Are you for real?"
"Sure as hell am. Now, you just lay back there and I'll go see if Ash has talked any sense into Doug."
Carrie didn't even bother to turn around at Samanthia's, "Oh, my God," because she knew it was the sight of her back that had caused it. She had more important things to do than calm hysterical woman. She had a family to protect.
"No, damn it, Ash, I want some damn pussy and I got it. And damn it I aim to keep it, too. You ain't the only damned one that likes to fuck pussy and play with tits. I do too!"
"I'm not arguing that, Doug. What I am trying to do is to get you to look at this as it is. You can't go around and kidnap any damned woman that just happens to take your fancy."
"Why the hell not? You did."
"But this is different. Carrie came here. You kidnapped her."
"I don't give a damn, Ash. She's mine and I aim to keep her. And if I ain't welcome here, I'll go some damned place else and take her with me."
"And where the hell would you go? Tell me that."
"How the hell do I know? This is my home, too."
"Ash," he turned at Carrie's voice, "I think he's serious. Couldn't she stay?"
"Stay... "
"No, let me finish. Doug is a basically good boy, and I'm sure if Samanthia got to know him, well, she just might like to stay. He could court her."
"Doug, listen to me. No, listen. You've scared her half out of her wits with your grabbing and tearing her clothes and all. All I'm trying to say is, if you take it a bit easier, she just might like you. Hell, you're a good looking guy. You got some money now, women like that. And I know for a fact that you're a good fucker, so why not kind of ease her into things."
"Ash, where the hell did she come up such a hair-brain idea like that?"
"Doug, do you know why I'm staying here?"
"Hell, yea. You're chained and can't get away."
"No, you're wrong there, Doug. Let me tell you a story," Ash said as the two of them walked away.
As Ash told of how Carrie had rechained herself, Carrie went back inside to Samanthia.
"Can I ask you something personal, Samanthia?"
"I... ah sure, why the hell not."
"Forget what Doug did to you, try to set that aside for the moment. Do you find him attractive?"
"Attractive?"
"Yes, attractive. I can tell you, he sure has the hots for you. He insists that you stay, and I thought that if you found him, well, you know, attractive you might stay on your own."
"My own? You are crazy."
"No. But he is my brother-in-law and I'd like to see him happy. He's a good fucker, too, if that makes any difference to you."
"A good... you're serious, aren't you?"
"Dead serious. Can you give him a chance? He's really not so bad. Oh, he might want to tan your hide now and then, but basically he does that to impress his brothers and Pa."
"Impress! I can't believe this. A woman, who I might add is beaten from head to toe, is standing there asking me to look the same fucking way to make her damned brother-in-law happy!"
"He is a damned good fucker. Interested?"
Samanthia laid back on the mattress, on the fucking floor none the less, and laughed. This house is filled with nuts!
Including me, she thought, as she gave serious thought to accepting Carrie's invitation. Come to think of it, Doug was a good looking guy. And she sure as hell didn't miss the massive bulge in his pants, either. She was still laughing when she asked, "That good?"
"Damned good fucker. Interested?"
"Sure. But not much rough stuff, OK?"
"I'm sure you can handle him. Just don't let him get you tied up. He does get carried away then."
"I don't fucking believe this," Samanthia said as she again laid back on the mattress and laughed until she had tears in her eyes. "That good?"
"Well, to be honest, I've only had him fuck my ass and mouth. But he real good at that. In fact it is because of that that he kidnapped you in the first place."
"Why's that?"
"Because Ash won't let the others fuck me in the pussy. Or touch my tits. I think Doug is very hungry for pussy and tits, and if you like that combination, you'll have a blast with him."
Sam laughed. "Hell, there must be a God after all. You just named my two favorites. Oh, hell, send Doug in here and we'll see just how damned good his is."
"I'll be right back. Just as soon as I find them."
Chapter Nine
Carrie found Doug and Ash in the barn, just where she suspected.
They were still auguring.
"Excuse me."
"What the fuck do you want now, Carrie? Haven't you butted in enough all ready?"
"Really, Doug, you'd think you'd be more appreciative when I came out here to tell you that Samanthia is willing to give you a try."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Ash, make him shut his mouth for a change, will you?"
"All right. All fucking right. I'm listening. And it had better be good."
"I think you'll approve. Now, here are the rules. No bondage and no straps. You can fuck her pussy and work her tits to your heart's desire. But no real rough stuff unless she agrees."
"What?"
"I said Samanthia has agreed to fuck you. In her pussy. And you can play with her tits. But no real rough stuff unless she agrees. I told her you were a real good fucker and she's interested. Are you?"
"Fuck her pussy? Hell, yea, I'm interested. That's all I wanted in the first place. Well, that and some tit, too."
"Good. Then the two of you are in agreement. So? What are you waiting for? Go fuck some pussy and play with some tits. She said she really likes that."
Doug didn't bother saying a word.
He was too busy running to the house.
"You know something, Mrs. McRae?"
"What's that, Mr. McRae?"
"I think we just lost our damned bed for the night."
"I guess we have at that. But if I recall right, didn't we have some grand times here in the barn?"
"I do seem to recall something like that, too. Thinking about reenacting old times?"
"Nope. I'm thinking about inventing new ones."
Doug heard their laughter coming from the barn as he stepped up on the porch, but didn't pay it any attention. He was too worried about himself.
What if he couldn't live up to Carrie's damned description of him being a good fucker?
Well, by God, he would live up to it!
"You going to stand out there all night, or come in and fuck me like Carrie said you could?"
Doug stepped through the door and almost dropped his drawers. Jesus, she couldn't be real, he thought.
The woman that had just fought him tooth and nail was lying naked on Ash's bed. And what a naked vision she was, too. Her legs were spread, just as he had dreamed they would be, and her big tits pointed straight up, as she held out her hand to him.
"You ain't mad at me?"
"I'll answer that question, after you fuck me. If you're half as good as Carrie lead me to believe, I'll gladly forgive you. Again and again. Why don't you lay down here and introduce yourself to my tits. They do so like attention. They even like it a bit on the rough side. I understand you like that, too."
"Damned right, bitch."
"My name is Samanthia. Please remember that. Samanthia or Sam. Not bitch. Got it?"
"Ah, sure ahhhh Sam. Sure."
"Why don't you slip out of those pants and come suck some tit? This one," as she caressed her left one until the nipple stood tall and pointing at him, "is real anxious for some hot, sucking mouth."
"Well, hell, I got the mouth that was made to suck it."
"So far all I do is hear. How about some feel?"
"Damned right."
Doug unzipped his pants, stepped out of them, dove onto the mattress next to her and took her tit in his mouth all in one continuous move. God, was he ever starved for some tit. Pussy, too, but that would come later. After some serious sucking, munching and tasting.
"Muummmm ohhh yea. Suck that tit. Pull it allla the way down your fuckin' throattta... "
No a bad idea, he thought, as he swallowed as much as he could and his hands took possession of the other one. Damned good tits, he thought. Damned good.
Samanthia had, let us say, been anything but sure about her haphazard agreement with Carrie. Until, that is, Doug's mouth arrived. God, did she ever love tit action. It seemed that now days all guys did was slam'bam-thank-you-mam. No foreplay. No touching. No sucking. Just fuck in, fuck out and leave.
Doug, on the other hand, was treating her tits to a taste of heaven as her pussy warmed up in anticipation of his later arrival. She didn't even mind the little nips that he took because he quickly swabbed away any lingering pain he had caused. And then there was the fact that her tits could stand a bit of pain. Nothing like Carrie had received. But they sure as hell were up to deep sucking, nibbling and a touch of hicky. Which was precisely what they were getting as she reached her hand down to see if he felt as big as he had looked.
"Dammnna they groww ahh em bigg aaround here don'taah they?"
"Yeaahh that's it... ahh get him aa all niceaa and harrdd and I'll aa fuck yaaa... in a bit."
Doug couldn't get enough of her tits. Big, full, made for sucking and munching. They filled his mouth. They filled his hands. But he was determined not to let any of them good untouched, unsucked, untasted or unmarked. God, it had been ages since he'd had tits in his mouth and hands and he sure as hell wasn't in any damned rush to leave. Not even when Sam started tugging on his cock so damned hard he thought she was trying to damn pull it off.
As Doug worshiped her breasts like she'd never had done before, Sam wanted to find out some answers before she got herself into a situation she couldn't handle. At first she just pulled firmly on his cock. Then firmer still and he made no objection. And when she gave it a heal hefty tug and still he made no move to stop her, nor did he stop his tit action, Samanthia began to relax a bit.
No one who was a devoted sadist would stand for such treatment, and as she went back to milder, yet still firm strokes, she knew that Carrie hadn't lied. Doug would whip the shit out of her if she allowed, but if she drew a line, he'd stay on his side of it.
She relaxed and let her feeling take over instead of her brain, and the second she did they started soaring real quick. Doug hadn't for a second let up on her tits. They tingled. They throbbed. They inflated with blood and lust as he sucked, nipped and reshaped them over and over. By the time he lowered one hand to her cunt, it was soaking wet, dripping on the mattress and begging for some attention of its own.
"Daaaammnn... fucking hoott pusssyy." Just what he needed. Sliding down her body, stopping at ribs, navel and hip bones, he made his way to her opened legs. Her sparse hair didn't hide her gleaming slit. He licked his lips in anticipation, then dove right in, treating it the same as he had her tits.
Samanthia almost jump out of her skin. Never! Never had her cunt been treated in such a manner. Doug sucked so damned hard she could actually feel her cunt lips stretching, her clit elongating and her juices being pulled from her damned womb. And she loved every blessed second of it as gave him complete control of her cunt.
A second later she was coming. Coming like never before as Doug drank and drank, sucked and sucked. And still she came.
"Ffffuuuukkkkaa fuckkk meeeee... ahhh noooww."
Doug ignored her screamed request and went back for more. Like a starving, thirsty man in the desert, he just the hell couldn't get enough. A good ass fuck or a terrific blow job was always great. But give him tits and pussies any damned day of the week. And the one before him was so damned giving of its nectar he just couldn't, didn't want to, stop.
So, he didn't.
Samanthia had come so damned many times it felt like her damned cunt was cramping. It felt good, but damn it all to hell, it needed filling. And it needed it now!
Reaching her hands down, she grabbed two ears and pulled. And pulled. She allowed the short stop at her tits, a few bites of her neck, and then they were mouth to mouth, crotch to crotch. They were fucking at both ends.
Cock and tongues matched movements as hands traveled sweaty flesh and all four grabbed, pinched and pulled what they came in contact with as tongues dueled and hairs slammed together as if they were trying to kill each other. But that wasn't their aim at all.
Their aim was to consume the other. And they both succeeded beyond anything they had imagined before. Pussy sucked. Cock spurted. Mouths sucked. Tongues intertwined. And they both shook so damned hard if they hadn't been so tightly joined they would have separate.
They didn't even consider the possibility of separating. They were glued together and both were quite satisfied with the arrangement. They didn't even part as they both slowly sank into oblivion as the final shuttering waves coursed through them and they went to sleep.
* * * * *
Samanthia was rudely awaken by the application of a hand to her ass. A damned hard hitting hand, it was, too. But before she could utter the slightest protest, she felt her hips being jerked up and her knees had no more than settled under her than her ass was painfully and fully filled.
Turning her head around to see who the hell was fucking her ass, Samanthia saw a stranger. He looked familiar, but she'd never seen him before in her whole entire life.
So why the hell was he fucking her ass?
As she was trying to drag her arm from underneath her, she encountered warm flesh and turned to look at that, too.
Doug. It was Doug that had one hand wrapped around her hair, the other on her tit. And it all came back to her. Last night. The stalled car. Her fight. Carrie. And the best damned night of fucking in her life.
Reaching out her hand, she grabbed a hunk of Doug's flesh and pinched. Pinched damned hard. "Wake up, damn you," she yelled in his ear and he turned over.
"Whhat... "
"What? For Christ sake, someone is fucking my damned assaa."
Doug opened his eyes, saw Sam. And Gary fucking her. "You fucking her ass, Gary?"
"I ahh sure as hell aahah am."
"Fine. But stay out of her pussy."
"Sure thing, Doug. Ahh damn."
"What?" came from Samanthia. "Who ahhh the hell made you God and theahha damn... owner of my asss," she asked of Doug as she dug her nails into him.
"Oh quit your bitching. It's just Gary."
As Samanthia was saying, "Whahttttt!" Doug was sliding underneath her and filling her pussy with his cock.
She instantly stopped all bitching as both wholes were filled to the brim as Doug pushed her up to get at her hanging tits.
That was it.
She was a gonner.
A gonner that was coming. Wedged between two pumping hunks that were determined to fuck her to death, Samanthia relaxed and let it happen. Doug easily supported her weight as the brothers plowed her duel fields as she went from climax to climax the entire time.
They both shot together and all rational thought vanished. When next she was coherent, she heard them talking.
"Nice ass. Where'd you find her?"
"Her car stalled, so I brought her home. She's mine. Got that? Mine. My tits. My pussy."
"Take it easy, Douggie. I know the family rules."
"What damned rules?"
"Fuck ass and mouth unless it's yours. I think I'll get me a gal, too. But tell me, she into the pain shit, too?"
"I... well kinda. Not like Carrie, but she'll take a bit. She really likes pounding cock though. Why?"
"Curious. I haven't decided if I want a real pain lover or not. I think I'll think on it a bit longer. Hell, I can always beat the shit out of Carrie. Ash don't mind that. Just as long as I don't touch pussy or tits."
"Tits and pussy are great. Maybe you should get your own gal after all."
"Like I said, I'll think on it. Where's Carrie anyway? I'm hungry."
"In the barn with Ash, I guess."
"Oh, shit. Another late breakfast."
Samanthia closed her eyes. Damned weird family, she thought as she tried to go back to sleep. It had been "one hell of a night. And busy morning, too, so far. I wonder what the rest of the day will be like, as she curled her arm under her head.
Chapter Ten
"Where the hell is breakfast," vanished all thoughts Samanthia might have had about going back to sleep, as yet another strange voice shouted the rafters down.
Rolling over to see the cause of the new invasion of her much needed sleep, Sam saw what could only be Pa McRae. But she had no more than come to that conclusion than he was heading straight for her. And he had his damned belt in his hand, swinging it back as he approached.
"Get your damned ass in the kitchen and make some food, woman," he said as he swung the belt, hitting her ass as she tried to crawl away.
"Pa, that ain't Carrie."
"I don't give a shit who it is. It's female and females cook food," he said as he followed her around the room and swung his belt at her retreating ass.
"Pa, stop that. I'm here," Carrie said as her and Ash walked through the door and saw what was going on. "Doug, damn it to hell, help her."
"Why? Don't look like Pa's doing much harm."
"Damn you aouuhhaaaa Doug, call him offaa ahhhao, he's crazzzy. Damn it ollldddd man stoppp ittt."
"Sam, can you cook," Carrie asked as she stepped between Pa and Samanthia and offered Pa her ass to strap so Sam could get away from him.
"Hell, ya, I can cook... whattt?"
"Then go get it started ahhh while I take care of Pa ahh for you. Go."
Samanthia couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Carrie, who was much more marked than she had been just last night, was calmly leaning over a chair as Pa McRae laid into her ass with his damned belt creating yet more marks, as she told her to fix food. Well, hell, she thought, if she can do that for me, I sure as hell can cook for her.
Getting her feet under her, Sam made her way into the kitchen as she continued to watch Pa and Carrie. No doubt about it, she thought, they're both nut cases. As Sam grabbed pots and pans and began to fill them with food she counted, Pa wielded the belt, Carrie took each stroke, and the boys looked on as if nothing in the world was going on.
"Stop it! Leave her alone. The food is cooking for Christ's sake."
Pa finally came to a halt, wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath. "You boys get washed for breakfast."
Samanthia watched as the four of them walked out. "You ahh you all right, Carrie?"
"Oh, sure. Don't think nothing of Pa. He's nuttier than a fruitcake. Here, let me give you a hand."
*****
The gals fed Pa and the boys. Breakfast over, the men left for their chores as Carrie and Sam cleaned up the kitchen and got better acquainted.
"So?"
"So what, Carrie?"
"So was Doug a good fuck?"
Sam laughed, but seeing the serious look on Carrie's face, and remembering just how good he had been, she answered, "Damned good."
"Great. So, you planning on staying for a while?"
"I... oh hell, why not. But I ain't sleeping on no damned floors."
"Fair enough. I'll take to Ash and see if you and Doug can have his room. He doesn't use it anymore. He sleeps with me in the living room."
"Every night?"
"Oh, no. Some nights we like to fool around in the barn like last night."
"Carrie... I ahh, don't take this wrong, but are you nuts?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then why in the hell do you put up with it for?"
"You mean the pain bit?"
"Yea, damn it, the pain bit."
"Because Ash likes it. Here pull up a chair and I'll tell you how it all started."
Several hours later Carrie's story was completed, lunch was well on its way to being ready, and Sam was trying to absorb all she had heard.
"But you're rich."
"So? What's that got to do with anything?"
"You could have anything you wanted."
"But I have what I want. I have Ash. And Gary, Doug and Pa, too. What more could a gal ask for?"
"How about some unblemished flesh?"
"Sam, look at your own tits. Do they look unmarked? Hell, no. They're covered with hickies and bite marks. You have a hand print on your ass, along with a few red strips from Pa's belt. And I sure as hell don't hear you complaining."
"But... that's different."
"How? Oh, granted, you may not want a strap or whip taken to you, but I sure as hell don't hear you complaining either. Different people like different things. I happen to like pain. And so do you, even if it is lighter. And you'll have to look damn hard to find guys who can fuck like the McRae's can. Right?"
"Well, ahh you do have a point there."
"And?"
"Oh, all right. A bit of rough stuff isn't all bad if accompanied with some good fucking. Satisfied?"
"I sure as hell am. What about you?"
Sam paused. Then smiled and laughed. "I sure as hell am, too. Gary isn't half bad either."
"Ah, like a sandwich, huh?"
"I thought I'd jump out of my damn skin when they both fucked me this morning. Is that normal?"
"As normal as breathing around here. So, interested in staying on for a while?"
"I... oh, hell yes, I'm interested. As long as I don't end up looking like you."
"That's easy to avoid. Just don't let them tie you up. They do tend to get carried away when a gal's all tied up and defenseless. But," Carrie added with a leer, "they do fuck like hell when they tie you up, too. Just in case you're interested."
Doug was so dammed happy to have pussy and tits at his disposal, it took him five days to get around to tying up Sam.
Sam had easily settled into life on the rural farm. She helped Carrie with the food, laundry and cleaning, in between fucking.
Doug fucked her pussy at least three times a day. Gary had her ass at least once a day. And Ash had even managed to fuck her ass once, as Carrie was wedding the garden one day. Then, of course, there was Pa who didn't seem to notice which gal was which and laid his strap into which ever one he happened across when the mood struck.
Sam was feeling very content, and very fucked when Doug managed to tie her. Of course, he had had it all planned.
Sam was helping Carrie with the laundry when one of the clothes lines snapped, and as Carrie was chained to a peg in the ground, naturally, she was the one who went in search of one of the boys to fix it as Carrie held the clothes off the ground.
Ash knew what Doug was planning, as he had told him. So when Sam came and told him what had happened, he told her to get Doug who was in the barn. As Ash was walking to the clothesline, he heard Sam's scream as she entered the barn.
Doug wasn't wasting any time, he thought, as he helped Carrie fix the line. They both smiled at each other when they heard the noises coming from the barn.
"What's he doing to her, anyway, Ash?"
"I gave him a hand stringing up some rope in the barn. All he had to do was catch her. Want to play peeping torn?"
"Hell, yes." And the two of them made their way to one of the smaller doors of the barn and silently made their way to the center.
Sam had been totally surprised when Doug grabbed her as soon as she entered the barn. He had heard her talking with Ash, heard Ash tell her where he was, and had it all prepared when she opened the door.
Before her eyes could adjust to the dimmer interior, he had her wrists tied with End of the rope. And before she could do much struggling, he had her hanging from the overhead hook as her feet swayed above the straw covered floor.
"Let me doown thiss instance, Doug McRae, ahhh."
"Nope, Sam. That's not the way it works around here. So just shut the fuck up and enjoy what's about to happen."
"I willaa not shut fuckkkaaa uppp. Damn it, Doug, these ropes hurt."
"Ah, hell, Sam, I haven't even gotten a good start yet."
At that moment, Doug made the mistake of getting within range of Sam's feet, and she got him good. Right between the legs. Hell, if she'd been two inches to the left, she'd have smashed the shit out of his nuts. As it was, he would have one hell of a bruised thigh.
For the next five minutes Ash and Carrie were entertained by the action in front of them as Sam tried to kick his balls and Doug avoided her feet as he tried to catch them and tie them off to the sides. But he did finally manage to get her feet tied.
Then it was on to cutting off her clothes as she twisted and jerked as Doug tried not to cut her as the knife cut the material.
Finally the only covering she had was what the ropes covered on both wrists and ankles. Carrie had to admit, at least to herself, that Sam was quite a sight.
Hands tied over her head. Legs spread wide and tied off to stalls of the barn, leaving her cunt an open invitation. For the first time, Carrie had a very good idea of how she had looked on many an occasion. Damned inviting, she concluded, as she saw Sam's dripping cunt on display.
No wonder Ash and the boys insisted on doing it!
Hell, she was even getting excited by watching. Of course, some of her feelings could have come from the attention Ash was giving her body, too. But still it was exciting to watch.
Doug had her stretched out like a side of beef ready for butchering. The only things she could move was her head and hips. And when Doug finally picked up the strap and hit her ass, she sure as hell moved it as she screamed at him.
"Ddaaammn iiitt ahhhh Doug, I aaaaa ain't Carrie."
"Hell, no. You're mine, Sam. Mine. Carrie belongs to Ash. You belong to me." Thus saying he hit her ass again. And again. Not as hard as he hit Carrie's ass, but with enough force to leave lines on her flesh when the strap pulled away.
Sam knew that she would find herself in this predicament sooner or later, and had in fact, resigned herself to it. And as Doug laid into her again and again, she had to admit to herself that it wasn't as bad as she had imagined. Naturally, it hurt like the dickens. But there was also the fact that she could see Doug's cock pressing into his jeans. And that impressed the hell out of her.
So did the fact that her cunt was dripping like hell, too.
Since the first night with Doug, he had not been a gentle lover and she had grown to like his roughness to an extent, especially when he fucked her and she knew he was going to fuck her. His hard cock was more than enough evidence to come to that conclusion. And it really wasn't all that bad.
Oh, sure, her ass warmed up real fast. But so did her cunt. Faster in fact, as she couldn't keep her eyes off his cock pressing against his jeans as he stood to her side to whip her ass. But none of that stopped her from screaming.
Screaming because she knew Doug expected her to scream. And because it was kind of fun to yell at him as he strapped her ass, making it hotter with each stroke. But her cunt was heating up much faster. So fast that she was soon begging him to fuck it. Fuck it damned hard, in fact.
Doug couldn't resist her begging, and why should he, he thought, as he dropped the strap and drove his cock up her opened pussy and clamped his mouth on her tits. Sam was his. His pussy. His tits.
Chapter Eleven
Gary did things different when he went in search of a gal of his own. Whipping ass was okay in his opinion, but then there were two gals for that, Carrie couldn't get enough of it and Sam was game on a smaller scale.
So when he went out looking, he was looking for something else. And he found it in Caroline.
He had known Caroline since school days, had always found her attractive but out of reach. Carrie's money took care of that problem and Gary's charm took care of the rest of it.
He actually courted her. An unheard of thing for a McRae to do, but he had his wants too.
New duds, a spit and polish and they were off to movies, shopping malls where he dropped a bundle, and to other town functions. The fifth date saw them fucking and Gary was wondering how to explain his unorthodox family to her.
He needn't have worried.
Arriving on a rainy afternoon at the farm, they made a dash to the house and ran in the front door to be greeted by everyone.
Doug was fucking Sam's cunt as she laid on the floor. Sam was licking Carrie's cunt as she held in place above her. Carrie was sucking Ash's cock down her throat. And Pa was laying a strap or two to Carrie's back and ass to keep things moving.
"Jesus H. Christ!" came out of Caroline's mouth as she took in the sights and sounds before her, but no one even paused at her exclamation. "What the hell is going on here, Gary?"
"Well, ah just the family having some fun. Care to join in?"
"Join in?" Turning back to the scene in front of her, she said, "Hell, why not?" And with that she began to quickly strip out of her clothes, dropping them on the floor, as she asked, "What role do you play?"
"What role do you want me to play?"
"Fucker... and ah maybe a bit of the rough stuff. Not much, but a bit. But first the fuck. Come on. Let's go to it."
A minute later Gary and Caroline was on the floor next to the other four as Pa hovered over head with his strap.
Sam couldn't see the new arrivals, her face was buried in Game's cunt. Carrie could see them, but couldn't speak because of Ash's cock down her throat. But Gary's two brothers and his Pa were quick to show their approval of the new arrivals.
"She for sharing?" Doug asked as he plowed deeper in Sam's cunt as his hands dug into her tits.
"Get her ass up and I'll strap it for you," was Pa's offer.
"She like gals too," was Ash's question.
Gary didn't bother to answer any of them as he concentrated on fucking Caroline as she kept her eyes glued to the others in the room. Carrie's rings drew her eyes, as did the numerous marks on her body. She even saw that Sam had a few to show, but not as bad. But what was blatantly obvious was the fact that all the other occupants in the room were having a blast, no matter what they looked like.
Then it was time to stop thinking at all. Gary's cock was working its usual magic with her body as his hands worked her tits like so much silly putty and she was coming right along with the other gals on the floor.
* * * * *
"Now it's time for a real McRae welcome," came from Ash after they had all caught their breath.
"Meaning?" Caroline asked, not the least bit afraid as she suddenly found herself surrounded by McRae men. Each supporting a raging cock.
"Meaning," Gary informed her with a smile, "you have three openings and miscellaneous other parts. Doug, Ash and I will take care of the openings and Pa'll take his choice of the remaining parts. Game?"
"All at once?"
"Don't worry about it, Caroline. You'll have a ball," were Carrie's encouraging words as Sam smiled and agreed.
"Well, if you insist. What do I do?"
"Why don't you just lay down there on the mattress and we'll get things rolling," Gary offered as he laid down beside her and began to kiss and suck her tits.
"Mummm ahhh yesssssss."
"You want heads or tails, Doug?"
"I'll take heads for a change. OK by you, Ash?"
"Sure." And they too got down on the mattress and began roaming their hands over Caroline's body. Of course they refrained from touching either her tits or her pussy. Those, after all, belonged to Gary, according to the rules of the family.
Caroline soon forgot all about what was coming her way as her body was sent into orbit by the McRae men. It seemed like there were hundreds of hands and a score of cocks at her disposal. And she was bound and determined to make full use of all of them. This was not something she was willing to forgo. -
Her blood was pumping in her veins so fast she thought they just might burst, and she didn't give a damn if they did. There were hands on her legs, her back, tits, arms. Her hands encountered cocks all around her. She heard a cracking sound and felt her ass tingle but didn't give it any thought as Gary sank his cock up her soaking cunt and rolled her over so she was on top of him.
Her ass was no more in the air than she felt the unmistakable kiss of Pa's strap, followed by hands holding her hips in place as another cock worked it way up her eager asshole.
"Aahahhaaaaaaaaaaagggyyeesss."
The next thing she knew, Gary was lifting her upper body by the expedient means of placing his hands on her tits as his elbows pressed into the floor. With her body arched up so much she almost complained. But that was quickly stopped by yet another cock.
She was triple plugged. Six hands roamed her flesh. Three cocks drilled away. And she didn't give a damn when she felt Pa's strap land on whatever parts of her he could reach. It was a damn small price to pay for what she was feeling.
And then things changed even more.
Gary shifted his hands a bit and both of her tits were encased in warm sucking mouths.
