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My New Life As Property
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young woman who has messed up her life is kidnapped 
and taken up into the mountains to serve as a slave to 
her kidnapper and his family and some of the neighbors. 
(MFmm/F, Ff-bi, nc, exh, beast)

***

I had thought that things couldn't get any worse. Maybe 
I'm stupid after all. The evidence all seemed to point 
to that conclusion. I had lost my job and been unable 
to find another. I had lost my apartment and was now 
living in my very unreliable car. That meant that I 
didn't have an address and that made the chances of 
finding another job just about zero. 

I was down to my last eighteen dollars. Well, I had 
just bought ten dollars worth of gas, so now I was down 
to eight dollars. I had no one to turn to for help. I 
was on the other side of the country from anyone that I 
was related to or had been friends with and might try 
to beg a handout from. 

I had just blown my college degree by getting caught 
trying to "borrow" a few hundred dollars from my last 
job without permission in the hopes of getting by until 
my next paycheck. I had been living too far above my 
means for too long and it had seemed to catch up with 
me all at once. 

I had gotten this job right out of college and thought 
that I was going to make my mark on the world. Now, two 
years later, my whole world was collapsing around me. 
It seemed like I never got a free minute to just relax 
and think of some way out of the mess I had gotten 
myself into. Everything seemed to be happening all at 
once.

My sleazy boss had offered me a way out. When he called 
me into his office and showed me the evidence that I 
had taken three hundred dollars I had pleaded with him 
for a chance to pay it back. I swore that it had just 
been a loan, that I had been desperate and I had every 
intention of paying it back. 

That was when he offered me a way out. All I had to do 
was be his little sex puppet for a couple of weeks. 
Just until I paid the company back from my next 
paycheck. I had been so pissed that I had slapped him 
and then I kneed him in the groin. For some reason he 
didn't want me after that. 

He turned purple and started to call the police. So I 
ran for it. It seemed like my only option now was to 
change my name and move to a foreign country. God I had 
screwed up big time this time!

As I came out from paying for my gas at the convenience 
store, thinking about how things couldn't get any 
worse, suddenly they got worse.

I opened my car door and sat down and before I even 
realized what was going on, a large man slid in after 
me and pushed me to the middle of the seat. I opened my 
mouth to scream and he placed a knife that looked as 
big as a sword under my breast and said, "Go ahead, 
make a fucking noise. I dare you bitch!"

I shut my mouth and stared at him, too afraid to move 
or make a sound at first. He was watching me, waiting 
to see what I was going to do. He had an arrogant look 
on his face that was nearly as infuriating as the huge 
knife that was pressed against my breast. As bad as 
things were in my life right now, I still didn't want 
to die. I could only whisper, "Please, don't hurt me."

He grinned at me. It was a grin that said, "Aha! You 
blinked! I got you now!" 

He did, indeed, have me. I was terrified, and I wasn't 
going to do anything to give him an excuse to use that 
knife. I was only twenty-three. No matter how badly I 
had fucked up my life, I didn't want to die. I kept 
trying to avoid looking at that huge knife and 
imagining what damage it would do to my body, and what 
it would feel like if it was forced into my breast, 
ending my life. I was so scared that I would have wet 
myself if I had not just gone to the bathroom.

He saw that I wasn't going to do anything stupid. 
Unless you count doing whatever he said so that I might 
stay alive. He held out his hand and after a moment it 
occurred to me what he wanted. I reached into my purse 
and handed him the car keys. 

I started to beg him. I told him that everything that I 
owned was in this car and that he could have it all if 
he just let me go.

He grinned all the more and said, "I got it all anyway 
you stupid cunt. Why the hell would I let you go?" Then 
he pointed at the parking sticker in the corner of my 
windshield and asked, "This red sticker, what is it? 
Where is it from?"

I told him that it was the parking sticker from the 
university that I had gone to. 

He asked me if I had graduated and I nodded.

My captor seemed satisfied with my answers and he 
reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of 
handcuffs and put one of the cuffs around my left wrist 
and the other end he attached to the headrest behind my 
head. There was no way that I was going to jump out 
now.

He started the car and drove off slowly, as if he 
hadn't a care in the world. As he drove through town 
and up into the hills, I just stared out of the window. 
I had started to beg him one more time to let me go but 
he snarled at me to shut my mouth and I gave up after 
that. 

I sat there, crying in fear and crying at the mess I 
had made of my life. My parents had paid a small 
fortune to send me to college and now I was either 
going to be raped and buried in a shallow grave in the 
mountains, or I was going to be raped and returned to a 
life that I had turned into a total shambles. There was 
no way I was going to be able to get any kind of a job 
now. Not after what had happened at my last one.

As we got out of town and started up into the foothills 
I sat staring out of my window. I could see his 
reflection in my window. He kept glancing at me as he 
drove. I saw his arm reaching out and I knew it was 
coming when I felt his hand close around my left breast 
and squeeze it roughly. 

I normally wear a bra anytime I leave the house, but 
not on a trip. If I am going to be spending the day in 
a car I don't wear a bra. I may not have had any idea 
how I was going to get home on eighteen dollars, but I 
knew that I would be spending most of the next few days 
in my car, if not the next few weeks. 

So there was just one thin jersey t-shirt between this 
dirty old man's hand and my breast. He explored it, 
hefted it, squeezed it, and then he toyed with my 
nipple for a few minutes as he drove down the road.

"I like a slut that doesn't wear a bra," he said. 

I didn't see any point in explaining to him. If he did 
understand he wouldn't care.

"Pull that t-shirt up over your tits," he ordered. "I 
want to see them."

I started to tell him to go to hell. Fortunately, 
before I spoke I noticed that he was balling his hand 
up into a fist and I knew that if I didn't do as he 
ordered I would get hurt, and then I would obey. So I 
reached down with my free hand and lifted my t-shirt up 
over my breasts. 

He didn't touch them at first. But he spent so much 
time looking at them that I thought he was going to run 
off the road. Finally, though, he turned his gaze back 
to the narrow road and his hand came back up to explore 
my breast again.

It really pissed me off that my nipple kept getting 
hard when he touched me. I knew that it was just a 
physiological reaction. Not an indication that being 
groped by this ugly old man was turning me on. I was 
pretty sure that he would misinterpret it though.

I guess he wasn't that old. He looked like he worked 
outside a lot. His skin was tough looking. He appeared 
to be strong and in good shape. He had short, black, 
wiry hair and he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. It 
was hard to judge, but I would estimate that he was in 
his late thirties. 

I would guess that he was a carpenter, or a farmer, or 
something, someone who worked outside and worked hard. 
His hands were very rough.

He hadn't spoken enough that I could judge how 
intelligent he was. It had been obvious that he was not 
very well educated. I would guess that he had not been 
to high school, probably not all the way through 
elementary school. 

But he was in charge of me and he was obviously capable 
of violence. He seemed to have a low opinion of women. 
At least he was treating me as if I were prey, a 
plaything, put on earth for his pleasure.

As he guided my car along the narrow country roads, 
driving higher and higher into the mountains, I was 
getting more and more scared. It just seemed like the 
farther that we got from town, from what I knew as 
civilization, the lower the chances were of me getting 
out of this alive. 

Just before dark, he turned off onto a series of dirt 
roads that seemed little traveled and led way up into 
the mountains. We drove miles without seeing more than 
an old hay barn off in a field beside the road. We 
didn't pass a single car going the other way during 
this entire part of the drive.

The last dirt track we turned onto wasn't much more 
than a logging trail. It was deeply rutted and 
obviously did not receive much traffic. It was only 
just wide enough to accommodate my car and there was a 
thick canopy of branches over us the entire time. 

It was about three hours from the main road to where we 
were now. I realized that even if I could escape from 
this man, I could never make my way back to the main 
road. I was totally lost. I would end up wandering 
through the woods and getting eaten by a bear or 
something. I wasn't getting back out of here unless he 
took me out.

We finally drove out into a meadow and I saw two houses 
and a barn and a lot of pens and corrals and several 
smaller outbuildings. The houses were lit up and I saw 
people moving around. 

I didn't know what to think now. I expected that it 
would be just me and my abductor in the woods, maybe at 
a shanty off in the forest somewhere. I certainly 
didn't expect this. 

My surprise increased when he drove up in front of the 
nearest house and a woman and it looked like a half a 
dozen kids came rushing out. They gave me a cursory 
glance but for the most part ignored me and greeted my 
captor warmly. 

At first anyway, but soon the kids, especially the 
teenage boys were gawking at me, with my shirt still 
pulled up over my breasts. I was too afraid to pull it 
down without permission.

They were asking him who I was and where he got me and 
I even heard the older boys asking if they could fuck 
me! It was as if daddy had brought home a puppy and 
they were all excited and asking if they could play 
with it!

I looked at the woman, obviously his wife. She was just 
a female version of him. She was in her late thirties, 
skin that had dried and toughened from years of working 
in the sun, slender, lanky even, and she looked very 
tired.

The kids, there were only five, not six, were three 
boys and two girls and they ranged from about sixteen 
down to the youngest girl who looked to be about nine 
or ten. The two oldest boys had opened my door and were 
checking me out closely. The oldest even reached in and 
grabbed my breast with all of the finesse that his 
father had shown.

The oldest girl, I guessed that she was the second 
oldest, came closer and looked in and said, "Damn, she 
is pretty, nice tits too!"

The father tossed the handcuff keys to his eldest son 
and told him to bring me inside. Then he and his wife 
went into the house.

I was not immediately released though. First the kids, 
even the oldest girl, examined my breasts thoroughly 
while I sat in my seat staring blankly off into space. 
After each had gotten a turn, the boy leaned into the 
car and unfastened the cuff that was attached to my 
headrest. It felt great to finally be able to lower my 
arm. 

I was pulled from the car and I didn't resist when my 
hands were cuffed behind my back. The boy was only 
about sixteen, but he was large and strong. His size 
didn't matter. I had already resolved to go along with 
whatever horrible things these hillbillies would 
require of me. Resistance was futile.

Once he had me cuffed the oldest boy and the oldest 
girl looked me over more closely. The boy put his hands 
down into my loose shorts and grabbed a handful of my 
ass and chuckled before telling his sister that my ass 
was even nicer than hers.

I could only stand there, thoroughly humiliated, while 
five children examined me like a new pet. I wondered 
now if that was what I was.

At last the oldest girl said, "We better get her inside 
before pa comes back out here."

The boy grinned and pinched my nipple and pulled me 
along by that sensitive body part, up the steps, across 
the porch and through the open door into the house. As 
we stepped inside I was somehow not in the least 
surprised to see that the lighting was all from 
lanterns and candles. They had no electricity and I had 
seen an outhouse as well. I had stepped back into the 
past. 

The man who had abducted me was sitting at a table in 
the kitchen and his wife was making him something to 
eat. They looked up and saw me being led along by my 
nipple and then went back to their conversation. I 
followed along until I was brought to a stop beside my 
abductor in the kitchen. I noticed that the kitchen was 
not totally without modern amenities. There was a hand 
pump over the kitchen sink.

The woman came over and looked me over more closely 
now. I stood with my head down as she walked around me. 
She finished up back in front of me and hefted one of 
my breasts and said to her husband, "You really haven't 
fucked her yet? I'm surprised you could wait. She's a 
hot little piece of ass." 

Then she turned to the oldest boy and said, "Jed, get 
these clothes off of her. She won't need those 
anymore."

The oldest girl said, "Don't tear them up Jed, I want 
them."

The boy took my cuffs off, but as he removed them he 
said, "You can go ahead and make a run for it tonight 
if you want. I gotta warn you though. The dogs would 
probably tear you to bits before you got ten feet."

Then he lifted my top off and tossed it to his sister. 
He squatted down then and slid my shorts off and I 
stepped out of them. He handed my shorts to his sister 
and the two of them commented on how pretty my panties 
were before he slid them down and his sister grabbed 
them out of his hand as he sniffed the crotch.

There were several comments about my closely trimmed 
line of pubic hair. That was all there was, extending 
in a thin line up from my vagina for about one and a 
half inches. They were apparently not familiar with the 
concept of trimming pubic hair to accommodate a tiny 
bikini.

The woman prepared a plate for her husband and he ate 
while the kids continued to explore my body. Even the 
youngest girl took part in my degradation. Fingers 
pulled the cheeks of my butt apart and pushed at my 
anal orifice while in the front my vagina was spread 
open and fingers forced themselves into my dry opening.

As horrible as my treatment at the hands of those five 
children was, I was more preoccupied with the smells 
coming from my abductors dinner plate. I suddenly 
realized that I had eaten nothing today. I was saving 
what little money I had for gas.

The man ate his dinner quickly and loudly, I listened 
with disgust to every chew. But as horrible as his 
table manners were, it was still the smell of the food 
that occupied my attention.

The man finished gulping down his food and glanced up 
at me. Then he put his plate down on the floor and told 
me that if I wanted anything to eat I had five minutes 
to finish up his plate.

I glanced down and saw a few scraps of meat on the pork 
chop bones and a few forkfuls of potatoes. I looked 
around at the family, all of them watching, anxious to 
see me humiliate myself this way. I hated that I had 
come to this, but I was too hungry to let pride get in 
my way. 

I dropped to my knees and picked up the bones and 
eagerly gnawed at the scraps of meat that remained on 
them. Then I used my fingers to scoop up the potatoes 
that remained. The entire time I ate there were hands 
exploring my rear and reaching between my thighs to 
play with my vagina.

As I was finishing up my few scraps of food I heard the 
oldest boy ask, "Pa, when can I fuck her?"

"Be patient boy, I'm going to try her out first," his 
father answered.

I had finished sucking all of the juices I could from 
the pork chop bones and licking the plate to get the 
last bits of potatoes. Now I was listening as these 
people planned the order in which they would rape me 
and I was aghast. 

My stomach had only been teased by the few bites of 
food I had scrounged from my abductor's plate. I was 
still more concerned with my empty stomach than my 
impending rape. I had already resigned myself to the 
idea that I was going to be raped, though the 
circumstances were becoming more bizarre by the moment.

"Pa" stood up and went back into the main room. I was 
pushed along after him. I looked around and saw that it 
was a multi-purpose room. It was a sleeping area for 
the children at night, and during the day I assumed it 
would be used as a living room.

As I walked into the room Pa was undressing, right 
there in front of everyone! When he was naked he turned 
around to face me and I saw the amazing piece of meat 
hanging between his skinny legs. I was nowhere near 
being a virgin. I had lost my virginity in my junior 
year of high school and I had been with nine men and 
boys since then. I had been talked into two one night 
stands in that time, the others had all been men with 
whom I had been having a relationship. I don't think 
that sex with nine men in eight years is being too 
promiscuous. Well, maybe a little.

None of the men I had been intimate with were built 
anything like this mountain man standing before me now. 
His dick was fat and long and still soft. It looked 
like it was at least eight inches long already, and 
suddenly I was terrified all over again.

He looked at me for a moment and then he sat down on 
one of the beds that were scattered around the living 
room. He pointed to the floor between his legs and 
someone shoved me from behind. I fell forward and 
dropped to my knees at his feet.

When I was within reach he grabbed a handful of my hair 
and lifted my face up and said, "Listen up, cunt. You 
don't want to fuck this up. I want you to start by 
licking my balls real good. Then you can take my cock 
in your hands and lick it all over. When I tell you to 
I want you to take it in your mouth and suck it. I 
better not feel a tooth or I will pull them right out 
of your skull in the morning. Being a city woman, I 
don't suppose you are worth a shit at sucking cock, but 
you will learn. Now get busy, and take your time. Your 
goal in life right now is to please me."

He laid back on the bed he was sitting on and with his 
entire family watching I began to try to carry out his 
instructions. I had, of course, sucked men off before. 
Right up to the point of ejaculation, at which point I 
pulled my mouth away and finished them with my hand. I 
had never had to deal with an organ anywhere near the 
size of this one, and I had never had an audience 
before. The thing that scared me most though, was that 
I had never had a man ejaculate in my mouth before. 

I was staring at his crotch, still in awe of that huge 
penis, when I was nudged from behind and I leaned 
forward and buried my face between his legs. I suppose 
he had bathed recently, but it had been a long, hot day 
and the smell of his body odor took my breath away at 
first. I forced myself to breathe through my mouth 
while I licked at his large, hairy balls. I licked them 
all over, covering them in my saliva. I even took his 
balls into my mouth one at a time and massaged them 
gently with my tongue.

I gradually moved higher and took his big dick in my 
fingers and held it gingerly while I licked it from the 
base, working my way up to the head. It had grown 
measurably while I was licking his balls and was now at 
least an inch longer and becoming very stiff.

I licked the shaft all around and eventually I reached 
the tip and began licking the slick lubrication that 
had begun to flow from his large cock. As I worked my 
tongue around his cock I was terrified. I couldn't 
imagine that I could put enough of this huge thing into 
my mouth to satisfy him. But more than that, I didn't 
think it possible that I could take it into my mouth 
without scraping my teeth on it. My fingers were 
wrapped around it, and they came nowhere near reaching 
all of the way around it. I was terrified because I had 
no doubt that this Neanderthal would keep his word to 
pull my teeth out if they came into contact with his 
cock.

I was about to find out. He said, "Okay cunt, that's 
enough foreplay. Start sucking, and don't forget what I 
told you. You'd best not spill any of it when I cum 
either. You piss me off I'll have you out there 
practicing on the damned dogs until you get it right."

I placed my lips around the large head of his cock and 
slowly, carefully began to push my lips down his shaft 
until I started to gag. I probably only had the head of 
his cock and at the very most two inches of the shaft 
in my mouth. 

When I paused and gagged the man's wife and kids who 
were gathered around watching closely all laughed at 
me. They knew that I was going to fail. Surely no human 
female could satisfy this massive organ with their 
mouth!

I pulled back and carefully worked my way back down 
again, taking fractionally more of his shaft into my 
mouth. I had all of those horrible threats hanging over 
my head and I was terrified, but surely he couldn't 
expect more of me than I was doing. 

He sat up and looked at me, a look of pure disgust on 
his face. He drew his hand back as if to slap me and I 
rose up off of him and backed away quickly. There were 
tears in my eyes and I was terrified. I was terrified 
of having my teeth pulled out and terrified of being 
forced to suck off a dog and terrified that I was going 
to die and just as terrified that I was going to have 
to live like this for the rest of my life.

"Fucking city women!" he exclaimed. Then he turned to 
his oldest daughter and said, "Becky, show this stupid 
cunt how to suck a cock."

The young girl stepped forward, looking at me with the 
same look that was on her father's face, and bent down 
over his cock and held it straight up and effortlessly 
slid her lips all the way down to the base of his fat 
cock. 

I stared in amazement. I had never seen anything like 
that in my entire life. That small girl took at least 
nine inches of hard fat cock down her throat with less 
effort that I expended to swallow a mouthful of water!

She held that huge thing in her throat for a long 
moment and looked over at me. Then she pulled back and 
did it again. After her brief demonstration she backed 
out of the way and the whole family was watching me, 
waiting for me to do it.

I looked at her, I looked at that giant cock, finally I 
looked at his face and I said, "But that isn't 
possible! I can't do that!"

I was about to learn how wrong I was.

The man stood up and picked me up by my hair and tossed 
me onto the bed. Then he turned me over onto my back 
and ordered his kids to hold me down. Instantly the 
four oldest grabbed my arms and legs. The youngest girl 
sat on my stomach and I was stretched across the bed 
sideways with my head hanging down over the side, 
helpless.

He dropped to his knees by my head and repeated his 
warnings. I had no doubt that he meant every one of 
them. 

He placed the head of his cock against my lips and I 
opened my mouth as wide as I could. He leaned over me 
and began sliding his cock into my mouth, slowly and 
gently at first. That didn't last long. He quickly 
reached that place at the entrance to my throat that 
started me gagging again. He totally ignored my 
reaction. I was crying loudly and gasping for breath 
and to make things worse, someone was pinching my 
nipples and pulling on them as though they wanted to 
tear them off. I screamed in pain and suddenly he 
thrust his cock right down into my throat. 

I fought to get away, but the kids were holding me 
tight. The pain was horrible, but even through the pain 
all that I could think about was, "watch your teeth!"

He held his cock buried in my throat until I quit 
thrashing around and then he pulled it out slowly. When 
it had cleared my throat I gasped for breath and in a 
calm, reasonable voice he said, "Once you start doing 
this on your own you can control your breathing better, 
just a little extra incentive."

As he spoke he began driving his cock down into my 
throat again. I still fought, I couldn't control 
myself. It hurt too damn much. But I made sure that my 
teeth never touched him. It went on and on and soon he 
was going faster and I realized that I had stopped 
gagging and I concentrated on breathing between 
strokes. It was still torture, but I stopped thrashing 
around and concentrated on struggling to breathe and I 
could tell he was going to cum soon. 

He called is daughter over and she let go of my arm and 
stood beside him and suddenly he stopped with only the 
tip of his cock in my mouth and his daughter finished 
him with her small hand, beating him off furiously and 
filling my mouth with an unbelievable amount of cum. 

I started to gag again, but I remembered his threat. I 
had no doubt that if I didn't swallow every drop he 
would make me practice on the dog. I forced myself to 
calm down and swallow an incredible volume of bitter 
cum. 

After I swallowed it all he stood there with the head 
of his cock still in my mouth and as his cock went soft 
more cum drained out of the large hole in the end. He 
finally pulled out and said, "I'll cut you some slack 
because you're a stupid city cunt and don't know what 
the fuck you're doing. But you better figure out how to 
do that on your own, because I ain't going to keep 
doing all your work for you."

He ordered his kids to release me and I lay across the 
bed panting and sobbing. He turned to his son and said, 
"Jed, go ahead and lie down and let's see if she 
learned anything."

I was pushed off of the bed and Jed sat down and laid 
back and I crawled between his legs and looked at what 
I had to deal with. Although he was only a teenager, 
his young cock was already seven inches long and before 
long it was going to be just as fat as his father's 
was.

I leaned down and began licking his balls, just like I 
had been instructed to do for is father. I licked them 
all over and sucked on his balls and then I took his 
hard cock in my hand and licked it all over. When I 
thought I had licked it enough to satisfy him I began 
to sink my lips down over his throbbing shaft and after 
what I had been through with his father it seemed much 
easier this time. Not easy, but easier. I struggled to 
keep from gagging and after several tries I managed to 
take him into my already raw throat. 

I heard a murmur from the rest of the family, but I was 
in so much distress that I didn't really pay them any 
attention. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the 
cock in my throat. I managed to get into a rhythm and 
before very long I could tell that he was getting 
close. I was so grateful when he started to cum and he 
grabbed my head and held it tight to his stomach. I was 
grateful because it was over for now, but more than 
that because his cum shot right down my throat and I 
didn't taste a thing. I was also grateful that his cock 
was smaller and I could breathe with it in my throat.

I held his cock in my mouth until it became soft and he 
pushed me away and stood up. I didn't get any rest 
though. There were two more boys and they were waiting 
their turn. The next oldest boy, I guess he was about 
fourteen, started to take his brother's place on the 
bed in front of me when their father stood up and said, 
"Boys, your pa had a long hard day. I'm tired and want 
to go to bed now. You kids can play with the new bitch 
all night. Let me try out that fresh cunt and then you 
can do whatever you want with her."

I was once more pulled to my feet by the hair on my 
head and tossed roughly onto the bed. My abductor 
leaned down and roughly jammed two fingers into my 
pussy and then he pulled them out and looked at them. 
He shook his head and said, "Dry as a fucking bone. One 
of you kids crawl up there between her legs and get her 
ready."

The fourteen year old that had just been deprived of a 
blowjob was closest and he dove between my legs before 
I even realized what was happening. He easily muscled 
my legs apart and after staring down at me for a minute 
he dropped down and performed the most violent oral sex 
I had ever experienced. He was incredibly rough. He bit 
me and licked at my pussy and shoved his tongue into 
me. I normally love to have a man's mouth working at my 
pussy, but this was very unpleasant. 

He wasn't there for long. In less than a minute his 
father pulled him away and crawled on top of me. He 
supported himself on his arms and looked down at me and 
said, "Alright cunt, grab my cock and put it where it 
goes. You can't suck a cock worth a shit. Let's see if 
you can fuck worth a damn."

I reached between us and grasped his long, hard cock. 
It was lying on my stomach and throbbing and I was sure 
that it would never fit in me. It was twice as large as 
any other cock that I had ever experienced. I knew that 
I was too tense and that was only going to make it 
worse. I couldn't help it. I was scared and I had every 
right to be.

I lined the head of his cock up with my vagina and 
rubbed it around a little to get the head wet with his 
son's saliva. Then I struggled to line it up and get it 
started. He was holding back and I wanted to get the 
head in before he started. Finally, with great 
difficulty, I wedged it into my opening and it slipped 
in about an inch. 

As soon as he felt that his cock was lodged inside of 
me he began to slowly apply pressure. I had never had 
anything anywhere near that large inside of me before 
and the difference was noticeable. It was, in fact, 
very uncomfortable. It didn't actually hurt. There was 
just a sensation of pressure, a lot of pressure. The 
walls of my vagina were expanding like never before. It 
seemed to be making it hard to breathe.

He pushed steadily into me. I had begun to lubricate, 
finally, and he was moving in without a lot of 
resistance. I was lying there with my eyes closed and 
panting like I was about to have a baby.

I heard someone chuckle and I opened my eyes. Becky was 
right there, her face inches from mine. She grinned and 
said, "Christ girl, you are such a baby. If you just 
relax your fucking cunt muscles it'll feel pretty 
damned good."

I already knew that, I just couldn't convince my body 
of it. I couldn't help wondering, if this hillbilly 
asshole has all of these females out here that he is 
having sex with, what the hell did he need me for?!

I felt his stomach finally come into contact with mine, 
and his large, heavy ball sack dangling down and 
swinging roughly against my thighs as he finally 
reached bottom and came to a brief stop.

He spoke to his wife and kids then. He said, "Damn, 
this cunt is almost as tight as Becky's was the first 
time I fucked her. This is some damned fine pussy. You 
boys are going to love this."

Then he started fucking me violently. It hurt at first, 
it hurt a lot. I was grunting and groaning and moaning 
with every stroke. But to my dismay, after a while it 
started to get to me. I didn't want it to. I fought it. 
But that huge cock was doing things and touching places 
that had never been touched before and I couldn't help 
it. 

I stayed still as long as I could. Every time I opened 
my eyes I saw Becky's face only inches from my own and 
staring. I suddenly realized what she was doing. She 
knew that I was going to get aroused. She was watching 
for signs of it.

And she saw those signs. She grinned and announced to 
everyone that I was starting to get turned on. It 
seemed to really amuse her. The little bitch!

Soon I was moaning even louder and I found myself 
powerless to restrain myself as my hips began to thrust 
up to meet his powerful strokes. I felt it coming and 
there was nothing I could do about it.

Just before I went over the edge I felt Becky slip her 
hand between her father and me and slide it down and 
start playing with my clit. That was the last straw. I 
started cumming harder than I can ever remember cumming 
before. 

The old man yelled about how tight my pussy was and how 
it was grabbing his cock and then he tensed up and I 
felt it throbbing inside of me and I knew that he was 
flooding my pussy with cum.

He finally stopped and I was ashamed when I realized 
that my arms and legs were wrapped around his body and 
I was holding him tightly and still thrusting my hips 
up to meet his now still cock.

I groaned again, in embarrassment this time, and I 
relaxed and released him. I was too ashamed to look at 
anyone. I lay there with my eyes closed and waited for 
him to get off.

He finally pulled out of me and stood up. I felt his 
hands in my hair and when I opened my eyes and looked 
up he said, "When a man fucks you, you have two jobs. 
Your first job is to make it good for him. Your second 
job is to clean him up afterwards. Now open your 
fucking mouth, bitch."

I don't think I even knew what was going to happen. 
Suddenly he leaned forward at the hips and I found 
myself sucking on his soft, slimy cock before I even 
realized what he meant by clean him up.

I started to get sick. But one look at his face was all 
it took to get me to bring my stomach under control. It 
was still a struggle to put his cock in my mouth. Even 
soft it was long and fat. He watched me struggle with 
it for a few minutes. Then he backed away and said, 
"Okay, you kids can play with her for a while. But let 
her get a little sleep tonight. She had a long day, and 
she is going to have another one tomorrow."

He turned around and put his arm around his wife and 
they went off to bed. As soon as they were gone I was 
turned over and pulled up on my hands and knees. The 
fourteen year old, Jeremy, sat down at my head and 
pulled my face closer and I opened my mouth 
automatically and started sucking. His cock was much 
smaller, more like the cocks that I was used to. It was 
probably around six inches long and of a normal 
diameter. It was soon going in and out of my throat 
almost effortlessly. 

While I was working on the young boys cock I felt the 
movement behind me and the sixteen year old was 
climbing up behind me. He spread my ass and looked down 
and said, "Fuck, pa really messed this bitch up. Becky, 
get your ass down here and clean this fucking mess up."

I felt the bed move and Becky slid under me without 
protest and I felt her tongue begin to lick all around 
my crotch. I was shocked that she would willingly 
submit to that. But I soon realized that she was more 
than willing. It was obvious that she was, in fact, 
eager. She ate me better than any man that I had ever 
dated. As hard as I fought against it, her efforts were 
quickly having an effect.

I was groaning around the cock in my mouth and the 
sound I made when Jed pulled her away was 
disappointment. It had felt nice, not to mention 
soothing on my still sore pussy.

She moved back down beside me and began to play with my 
breasts while Jed moved back and began to slide his 
hard cock into me. It went in easily, of course. I had 
just been warmed up by that pony sized cock that his 
father walked around with.

From the time that I had been taken from the gas 
station I had feared the rape that I knew was coming. I 
never in my wildest imaginings considered the 
possibility of being raped by an entire family. The 
situation I now found myself in was so far outside of 
anything I could ever have imagined that I didn't even 
know how to react to it. As I sucked one teenage cock 
and was taken from behind by another, and a teenage 
girl toyed with my breasts, I found myself becoming 
aroused again. 

It was like my mind had shut down and my body was 
reacting to whatever stimuli it received, 
automatically. All of my normal barriers had suddenly 
ceased to exist. I was naked in the home of this 
hillbilly family and obeying every order now without 
first filtering it through my own inhibitions, my own 
moral standards, or my own sexual desires. The things 
that I felt, the things that I knew to be true in my 
world no longer applied.

I was just a toy now, a fuck toy for this family that 
had stepped out of the pages of "Deliverance."

My torment lasted for several hours. I was used by all 
three boys several times. Even the youngest, Caleb, who 
I learned was thirteen. I was also forced to have sex 
with Becky, my first bisexual experience. They even 
made me lick the youngest girl's pussy. Sarah was only 
eleven, but already sexually active. I guess this 
strange family had found something to do to make up for 
not having a television.

Every time one of the boys fucked me I had to suck his 
cock clean afterwards. After every fuck one of the 
girls, usually Becky, but a couple of times it was 
Sarah, was made to clean me with their tongue. 

There was an obvious hierarchy here. I had seen signs 
of it with the mother too. Apparently every male had 
dominance over every female, their rank determined by 
their age. Then the females were ranked, also by age. 
Except for me of course, I was at the bottom of the 
pecking order, I was property. The youngest son, the 
thirteen year old, was able to give orders to the 
fifteen year old daughter, and even the mother, or at 
least that had been my impression. 

When the boys were finally satisfied, the two girls 
went to one of the beds and lay down, the two youngest 
boys went to another, and the oldest started to get 
into bed with me. I was a mess and I begged to be 
allowed to go to the bathroom. I hadn't used the 
bathroom since stopping for gas early yesterday 
afternoon. I didn't know what time it was now, but I 
knew that it was early in the morning. I was exhausted, 
but I had to pee so badly. I didn't dare try to sleep 
like this.

In response to my request Jed said, "You hear that, the 
new cunt wants to use the bathroom!" There was derisive 
laughter from all the kids and I found myself being 
pulled to my feet and a chamber pot pulled over and set 
at me feet. 

I had never seen one before, but I knew what it was. 
The same was true of an outhouse of course, but I 
preferred to urinate in private, so I asked if someone 
would escort me outside to the outhouse.

Jed said, "You can use the pot or not, it's up to you. 
Make up your fucking mind and get in bed. You have worn 
us all out, and you are going to have a busy day come 
morning."

I knew that I couldn't wait much longer, so with all of 
them watching I squatted down over the pot and 
struggled to pee into it. As badly as I had to go, I 
had a hard time getting started with all of these eyes 
watching me in amusement. Once the stream started it 
poured out of me loudly, adding to my embarrassment, 
and to the amusement of the kids. It went on and on and 
finally tapered off and after a last few spurts it was 
over. I realized that I had nothing to wipe with and I 
asked for some toilet paper. 

Jeremy came closer and wiped my moist pussy with his 
fingers and then shoved his fingers into my mouth. I 
gagged, even though I didn't taste anything but the 
dirt on his fingers. The idea of what he was forcing me 
to do was just so disgusting. 

They all laughed at me again, it seemed that nearly 
everything that I did either amused or aroused them.

I was told to put the pot under the foot of the bed and 
lay down. I did as I was told, lying as close to the 
edge of Jed's bed as possible. But he pulled me close 
and draped his arm and his leg over me and with his 
hand on my breast he fell asleep almost instantly.

Eventually I was the only one left awake in the room. I 
lay there pondering what was left of my life and 
wondering if this was rock bottom. I was starting to 
wonder if I wouldn't be better off dead after all. When 
I had first been abducted I had thought that I would do 
anything to survive. Now I wasn't sure it would be 
worth it if this was going to be the rest of my life.

I woke up to find all of the kids getting up and 
putting their clothes on. Their father was staring down 
at me and shaking his head. It was obvious that he had 
a very low opinion of me. 

"Get your fucking ass out of bed," he said. "This ain't 
the god damned Ritz. We ain't got room service here. 
Hell, you are room service here!" 

Everyone but me thought that was funny.

I got up and started to look around for my clothes, but 
then I remembered that they had been given to Becky. 
The boys all headed outside to do their chores. I 
looked out and saw that it was still dark. I had no 
idea what time it was. I was put to work immediately. I 
had to help Becky empty the chamber pots and clean them 
out. 

I had forgotten all about the dogs and as soon as we 
stepped outside I had two large, vicious dogs on either 
side of me, growling and looking like they had every 
intention of tearing me limb from limb. Becky yelled at 
them and they backed off a little, but they followed 
closely, sniffing at me and growling the entire time 
that I was outside. I emptied the pot that I was 
carrying in the outhouse and then washed it out under 
an outside pump. I used a strong soap that was sitting 
on a nearby board and washed my hands afterwards. While 
Becky was rinsing out the pot she was carrying I was 
allowed to use the outhouse. 

I don't know if you have ever been in an actual 
outhouse. If you haven't I have to tell you, nothing 
you have heard about them can prepare you for the 
smell. I tried to hold my breath long enough to finish 
my business, but I am not that good an athlete. It 
isn't just the smell either. There were flies 
everywhere. I was so disgusted that by the time I came 
out I was crying. I was crying so hard that I could 
hardly see and bumped right into one of the dogs. He 
was waiting for me right outside the door. 

The dog growled and snapped at me. He just missed 
tearing a chunk out of my thigh. I froze and waited for 
Becky to yell at him, but she was standing there, 
twenty feet away and grinning as she watched the dog 
sniff at me and I stood there shivering in terror.

She walked closer and I whispered, "Please, call him 
off."

She chuckled and said, "He smells your fear. He smells 
your pussy too. Look at him sniffing around your cunt. 
He'd like to fuck you. He knows that he could fuck you 
if I wasn't here. He could knock you to the ground and 
mount you just like a bitch dog in heat. He's got a big 
cock too. Not as big as pa, but pretty damned big. I 
bet you never fucked a dog, have you?"

"Oh god no," I whispered. "Please, call him off."

The dog was sniffing at my pussy and I tried to push 
his nose away. He snapped at me and I pulled my hand 
back. When I tried to back up he bared his teeth and 
growled loudly and I froze again. 

Just then there was a yell from the barn. "Becky! You 
don't have time for that shit right now. Get on with 
your chores before I take a chunk of firewood to your 
fucking ass!"

"Yes pa!" she yelled back. Then she gave me a dirty 
look like it was my fault she got yelled at.

She kicked at the dog and he moved away about ten feet 
and sat there growling at me as I followed Becky to the 
woodpile. She loaded my arms up with firewood and I 
tried to hold the rough wood away from my bare breasts 
as I struggled to carry it to the kitchen. 

Once inside I dropped the wood in the wood box in the 
kitchen and they kept me busy after that, fetching and 
stirring and setting the table. I almost forgot that I 
was naked. Almost, but not quite.

Pa and the boys came in just as I was helping put the 
breakfast on the table. There was a dish heaped high 
with scrambled eggs and another with a mountain of 
bacon and sausage and a pile of hot, buttered toast. 
There was hot coffee and milk for the younger kids. The 
smells were making my mouth water, but I had only been 
given enough plates for the seven of them. 

I stood to the side and watched with my mouth watering 
and my stomach growling as the family pigged out on 
that wonderful breakfast. They totally ignored me as I 
stood out of the way against one wall. They talked 
about chores and what I assumed was typical farm talk. 
They joked with each other and teased each other, just 
like normal people! 

I was crying by the time they finished their meal. I 
didn't care about being naked or being raped, I just 
wanted some of that food. I watched them as they passed 
the plates around until it was all gone and I couldn't 
stop the tears from dripping down my cheeks. 

When they had all eaten their fill the boys got up from 
the table and went back outside. Pa instructed Becky to 
scrape the leftovers into one of the dirty plates and 
when she had done that he took it from her and placed 
it on the floor beside his chair. Then he snapped his 
fingers and said, "Here cunt, here's your breakfast."

I looked at the pieces of half eaten sausage and bacon 
and the scraps of scrambled eggs that had been scraped 
from their plates and I realized that pride was not 
even a consideration. I fell to my knees and started to 
scoop up what little food was left but he stopped me. 

"I didn't say that you could use your hands, cunt. Get 
down there and eat like the bitch you are," he ordered.

I cried a little harder, but I didn't hesitate. I put 
my head down in the plate and started eating every 
scrap of left over food. As I gobbled it up Becky said, 
"Boy, the dogs are going to be pissed at her!"

I heard the boys coming back into the house as I was 
eating. I glanced up and saw them coming into the house 
with my belongings. They set everything out in the 
living room and then came in to watch me eat.

As I bent down to eat my breakfast, I felt the old 
man's hand on my ass, caressing the cheek and slipping 
down between my thighs and rubbing my pussy. But I 
ignored that. I was starved and all I could think about 
was the food in front of me.

I finished it up and even licked the plate clean. Then 
I was ordered to stand and Becky showed me how to wash 
dishes, using hot water from the wood stove. After she 
got me started the whole family sat around the table 
and watched me work, commenting from time to time about 
some part of my body or how much fun they had had 
fucking me last night or how much practice I was going 
to need before I became a decent cocksucker.

Becky volunteered that I had taken right to eating 
pussy. I had even been able to please young Sarah.

After I had finished the dishes we all moved into the 
living room and they went through my possessions. 
Everything I owned had been in my car and they examined 
every item. My clothes were split up between Becky and 
her mother, though most of them went to Becky. Her 
mother disapproved of most of my things. 

The mother took most of my jewelry, though I didn't 
have much of value so it was not a big loss. They 
ignored my pierced earrings, since they didn't have 
pierced ears.

They got a big kick out of my vibrator and made me 
demonstrate it. It was humiliating, having to put on a 
show like that, all the more so because I couldn't help 
having an orgasm with that thing buzzing away over my 
clit. The other two girls had to try it out and when 
she saw how much they enjoyed it, even their mother 
tried it out. Once she had tried it out she decided to 
keep my vibrator for herself.

My books were stacked on the kitchen table and pa went 
through them, slowly, moving his lips as he struggled 
to read the titles. Finally he turned to me and said, 
"You are here for several reasons. The first reason is 
that when I saw you down in the city I decided that I 
wanted to fuck you, and I knew my boys would get a kick 
out of you. Besides, I suppose Becky could use a little 
more sleep at night." The boys all laughed when he said 
that.

"The second reason is to do chores. You are going to be 
taught how to do most everything my wife and my 
daughters do and you will be doing those things from 
now on."

"The main reason that you are here is to teach my kids 
and the McKay kids across the way how to read and write 
and figure. I ain't going to have them grow up like me. 
So from now on, you do what every one of us tells you 
to do, that includes all of the fucking and the 
sucking. There will probably be a lot of that until the 
kids get used to having a fresh cunt in the house."

"You do your chores the way you're taught, and you pay 
attention when my wife is cooking, because as soon as 
you can you are going to be doing that too. When all of 
the chores are done, you will be at that table teaching 
all eight kids how to read. I had best be satisfied 
with your progress. My kids ain't stupid, and they 
ain't lazy. They shouldn't have any trouble picking up 
on it."

I realized that this was a life sentence. For the rest 
of my life they expected me to be their household 
slave, sex slave, and schoolmarm. I was never going to 
be allowed to leave here!

I was too dumbfounded to speak. It never even occurred 
to me to beg for my freedom at first. Not until the 
conversation had moved on and he was admonishing all 
five of his kids that he would expect them to listen to 
me when I was teaching them and not let the sex 
interfere with their learning.

Jed stood up and, after promising to study hard, asked 
if he could fuck me while they were waiting for the 
McKays to come over. 

Pa looked at me and said, "Do you have any questions?"

I thought for a moment and asked, "Am I never going to 
be allowed to leave here?"

He grinned and said, "No, probably not. Now get over 
there and tend to Jed."

I had tears running down my cheeks again as I walked 
over to the sofa that had been our bed last night. Jed 
stood up and pulled his pants off and ignored the fact 
that his entire family was watching as he pushed me 
down onto the sofa and knelt between my legs. He 
grabbed my legs and pulled my ass to the edge of the 
seat and knelt down and forced his cock into my dry 
slit.

He began to fuck me roughly and as he did his younger 
brother Jeremy came over and stood at my head and 
forced his cock into my mouth. I sat there in despair 
as I realized that this was my life from now on. 

It took a long time for my pussy to start to lubricate 
and it was a long, painful fuck. Jed had fucked me, or 
forced me to suck his cock four times last night, and 
he lasted a very long time as he raped me this morning. 

Jeremy came first and after I swallowed his cum he 
stepped aside. As the youngest boy, Caleb moved over to 
take his place I noticed the look of pride and 
amusement on the faces of their parents. 

Jed and Caleb were still plowing their dicks into me 
five minutes later when I heard a noise and realized 
that we had company. The boys didn't even look up. I 
listened as the boy's parents called a greeting out to 
the McKays and invited them in. I heard footsteps and 
assorted gross comments as Jed finally sped up and shot 
his cum into my pussy. Then he waited for Caleb to cum 
in my mouth so that he could pull out and get cleaned 
up.

Caleb took a while. I guess he was distracted by all of 
the company. He finally shot a small load of cum into 
my mouth and moved back. Jed stood up then and made me 
suck him clean. As soon as he stepped away the McKay 
family gathered around to check me out. It was 
humiliating all over again, being examined like some 
kind of property.

As they looked at me I saw that the elder McKays, the 
parents, were about the same age as the adults in this 
house. I didn't know either of their names yet. They 
had two sons and a daughter, and all five of them were 
gathered around checking me out.

Mr. McKay turned to Jed and asked, "Is she a good fuck 
Jed?"

Jed grinned and said, "Shit yeah! We fucked her most of 
the night, and her cunt is still as tight as Becky's!"

Mr. McKay turned to my captor and asked, "John, do you 
mind if I knock off a little bit of that shit? She does 
look like a good fuck."

John! My abductor's name is John. At least now I have 
something besides pa to call him. Not that I would dare 
to use his name to his face. I have a feeling I would 
regret that.

John said, "Any time, Daryl. That's about all she's 
good for. The stupid cunt can't suck cock worth a shit. 
Not yet anyway. We're working on it though."

Everyone was watching in amusement as Daryl ordered me 
to my knees in front of him and as I moved into 
position he slid the straps of his overalls down and 
let them slide down to his knees. The only other thing 
that he was wearing was a holey t-shirt. 

He didn't say anything else, but I knew what was 
expected of me and I leaned forward and began to lick 
his balls just like John had taught me. While I was 
licking his balls, and then sucking his cock, his sons 
were on either side of me playing with my tits and my 
ass and my pussy. 

After I had sucked him for a few minutes Daryl stepped 
back and ordered me to turn around and bend over. He 
dropped down behind me and started fucking me brutally 
from behind. After a minute or two he started slapping 
my ass, and I don't mean love taps. It hurt like hell 
and he started yelling at me to show a little 
enthusiasm. I didn't know what he wanted from me and he 
just kept beating me harder and harder until he gripped 
the cheeks of my ass so hard with his fingers that I 
screamed and I felt him cumming in my brutalized pussy.

As soon as he pulled out I turned around and sucked him 
clean. As I cleaned the cretin with my mouth I was 
sobbing loudly. My ass and my pussy both felt like they 
were on fire. After I had licked and sucked him clean 
he stood up and his two boys turned me over on my back 
and the oldest jumped on me roughly and started raping 
me just like his father had. Except that instead of 
beating my ass he grabbed a handful of my hair and 
pulled it roughly. 

Meanwhile he lay there, resting most of his weight on 
me, and quietly talked to me. "Come on cunt, don't just 
lay there. Let's see a little life. Lift that sweet ass 
of yours off the floor. Come on, I want to feel you 
fucking me back. That's a girl. Move that cunt up and 
down my dick. Show me how much you want my hot cum in 
that worthless cunt. That's a good girl. Now open your 
fucking mouth."

As soon as I opened my mouth he bent down and spit. 
Right in my mouth! I had never even heard of such a 
thing and I shut my mouth and turned my head. But he 
wasn't having any of that. He pulled my hair so hard I 
thought he was going to pull it out of my scalp. "I 
didn't say you could fucking move, cunt! Open your 
fucking mouth, god damn it!"

I still had the last gob of his spit in my mouth. I 
didn't know what to do with it. I turned my head back 
around and opened my mouth and he spit again. Then he 
said, "Swallow it cunt. You don't want to hurt my 
feelings do you?"

I swallowed, gagging at the idea of what I was being 
forced to do. I finally managed to sob out, "Why? Why 
are you doing this to me?"

"Because you are just a worthless cunt, and you need to 
learn that," he responded. "And because it turns me the 
fuck on. Spitting in your mouth and seeing how bad it 
messes with your mind is almost as much fun as fucking 
your smelly cunt. Now open your fucking mouth."

I opened my mouth and waited but he said, "Open your 
eyes, too, cunt. I want to look in your eyes when I 
spit in your mouth."

I opened my eyes and our gaze met. I watched that 
arrogant young asshole as he took so much obvious 
pleasure in spitting on me, in my mouth, while he 
fucked me brutally. He did it over and over until he 
shot my pussy full of yet another load of cum. Then he 
stood up and waited for me to realize that he was 
waiting for me to sit up and clean him. 

I remembered just in time. He was getting ready to kick 
me when I finally sat up and took his cock into my 
mouth and cleaned him while he stared down in 
amusement.

When he was clean he grabbed my hair and pulled me to 
my feet. He forced me to squat in front of everyone and 
use my fingers to scoop up the cum that was dripping 
out of me and they all laughed as I was forced to put 
it in my mouth and swallow it.

They were all watching and making gross comments about 
me as I performed. When I was done scraping up the 
loads of cum that were draining out of me and eating it 
he turned to John and asked, "You make her do it with 
the dogs yet? I bet those dogs are going to tear her 
shit up!"

Jed responded, "Nope, not yet. She just got here and 
there's been one or the other of us on her just about 
since she got here. Don't worry. We'll make sure you're 
around when we do. We wouldn't want you to miss the 
show."

I looked over at John in horror. I was praying that 
they were joking, just trying to terrify me. If that 
was their goal it was working. 

The oldest McKay boy, whose name I later learned was 
Leonard, everyone called him Leo, finally left me alone 
and his younger brother, Kyle, pushed me back down on 
the floor on my back. He dropped on top of me like a 
sack of dead weight and knocked the breath right out of 
me. As I struggled to breathe he stabbed at me with his 
hard cock and after several attempts he found the 
entrance to my body and his cock shot into me in one 
vicious thrust. 

He fucked just like his older brother, except he wasn't 
spitting at me. He just stabbed at my pussy with short, 
brutal strokes, almost like he was trying to hurt me on 
purpose. I grunted and moaned in pain with each stroke, 
but thankfully he was very excited and he didn't last 
long.

He came inside me and then he rested on top of me for a 
minute or two before he finally got up and I struggled 
to sit up and clean him. The two McKay boys were about 
the same ages as Jed and Becky, sixteen and fifteen. 
But they were both large and muscular, and I had every 
reason to believe that they had a very mean streak in 
them. They had both hurt me, just for the fun of 
hurting me. They were pretty scary. No, they were very 
scary. 

I finished cleaning Leo and sat there on the floor with 
my head down and cried quietly. The adults were talking 
among themselves and so were most of the kids. 

The McKay daughter, Hazel, who appeared to be about 
thirteen came over and squatted down in front of me. 
She watched me cry as if I were doing it for her 
amusement. Finally she said, "If that little bit of 
fucking makes you cry like this, you're going to have a 
hard time here girl. These boys like to fuck all the 
time, and they like it rough. When they ain't fucking, 
they like finding other shit to do with you. You better 
toughen up or you ain't going to make it." She paused 
then for a moment and asked, "You any good at eating 
pussy?"

I looked at her through my tears and I couldn't even 
imagine how these children must have been raised. There 
must never be any cops coming around here. They would 
all be in jail. It occurred to me that the government 
probably didn't even know that they existed. The kids 
weren't in school, they apparently didn't have jobs, 
they didn't get any utilities, and their houses were 
hidden deep in the woods and protected by a pack of 
vicious dogs. 

I finally answered quietly, "I don't know. I never did 
it before last night."

I saw her look around and see that everyone was 
preoccupied and she turned back to me and pushed me 
back down on the floor. She moved over my head and 
lifted her dress up to her waist and sat right down on 
my face. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her 
pussy listlessly. I didn't refuse, but the very idea of 
licking a pussy was disgusting to me. But then, so was 
everything else that had happened to me since I got 
here.

She watched me for a moment and then she reached under 
her ass and grabbed one of my nipples and started 
squeezing so hard I almost screamed into her pussy. 

She looked down at me and said, "If you can't do any 
better than that, I'll have to find something else 
amusing to do with your mouth, bitch."

I looked up at her in astonishment. She is a fucking 
thirteen year old. What is wrong with these fucking 
people?! I started to try to please her with my tongue 
then. I thought about the things that I liked when I 
was getting eaten out and I tried to do them to her. 

She started feeling good and she stepped off of me and 
lay down and ordered me to finish her off. I got up on 
my knees and crawled between her legs and ate her out 
as well as I could.

She eventually had an orgasm and then she pushed me 
away. She sat up and looked up to see that everyone was 
watching us. She grinned and said, "She needs a lot of 
work. She sure is one lazy cunt. But I bet the guys are 
going to have fun training her."

She stood up then and John said, "Okay, that's enough 
fun and games for now. You kids get up to the table and 
pay attention. When it comes to anything else, the cunt 
has to do what you say, but when it comes to learning, 
you kids got to do what she says. She is going to teach 
you all how to read and write and do your numbers." 
Then he turned to me and asked, "Ain't you cunt?"

I nodded and said, "Yes sir." What else could I do?

"Well get the fuck up and get to work, damn it!" he 
exclaimed.

I stood up and walked over to the large kitchen table 
and I was at a loss. I had never had any desire to be a 
teacher and I didn't have a clue where to start. I 
looked at the kids and said, "You are going to need 
pencils and paper to work on."

Becky stood up and went to a drawer and pulled out some 
blank paper and a handful of pencils and passed them 
out. I stood at the head of the table then and started 
teaching these kids, half of whom were old enough to be 
in or starting high school, their ABCs.

The adults watched for a few minutes. Once I got 
started the men went out and started doing whatever men 
do on farms. Mrs. McKay stayed around and talked 
quietly with John's wife for a while. Finally she left 
and John's wife, whose name I finally learned was Liz, 
got up and started gathering clothes to do laundry.

We got a break at lunch. Well, the kids got a break. 
Liz came back into the kitchen and showed me how to 
make lunch on their wood stove. I was not that much of 
a cook on a modern range. Cooking on a wood stove, as 
it turns out, was an art form in itself. She explained 
the basics and I struggled to prepare lunch for seven. 
I had never fed more than two people at any one time. 
Hell, most of my meals were fast food, or delivery from 
the nearest pizza place or Chinese restaurant. I had 
never really learned how to cook. 

So of course I screwed up the meal pretty badly. They 
ended up giving everything I had tried to cook to the 
dogs and then Liz came back and showed me again how to 
cook their lunch.

As I worked, now under her close supervision, the room 
was completely silent. I looked over at the table and 
saw John and the children sitting there quietly. When I 
saw the expression on John's face I knew that I had 
fucked up big time. He was furious. But he just watched 
in silence as I prepared a second meal and then served 
them and stood back against the wall and watched them 
eat.

He finished his lunch and stood up and said, "You 
wasted a hell of a lot of food you stupid cunt, and a 
lot of my time." 

Then he shook his head and went back outside and went 
to work. I saw the kids all breathe a sigh of relief 
when he left. I started to clean the table off. There 
weren't even any scraps for me this time. As I reached 
around and picked up Becky's plate she said, "I ain't 
never seen him so pissed he couldn't even swear. I 
wouldn't want to be you tonight."

I cleaned off the table and did the dishes using the 
hot water on the stove. I was so scared right now that 
I wasn't even upset about missing another meal. I was 
shaking so bad that I almost dropped a plate, twice. 
Liz was watching me closely and said, "You are in 
enough trouble right now. You had best not break one of 
those plates."

I was so scared now that I was having trouble 
breathing.

I finally managed to get the dishes washed and I went 
back to teaching the kids how to read. Not one of them 
had already known the alphabet. I didn't ask, but I had 
the impression that they had never seen a book or a 
magazine in their entire life.

I wrote out the alphabet as neatly as I could on two 
blank sheets of paper and gave the kids on each side of 
the table one of them. Then I led them through the ABCs 
and as they said each letter aloud I showed them what 
it looked like.

This went on all afternoon, lots and lots of 
repetition. I left them to work on that when Liz came 
and got me and instructed me on making supper. This 
time she supervised me closely and when John came in 
from working the farm I was in the process of putting 
the food on the table.

I stood back against the wall again and watched the 
family eat. I had eaten only the table scraps from 
breakfast since I had been kidnapped yesterday 
afternoon and I was starved. It didn't help that dinner 
smelled so good. Unfortunately, feeding me was 
apparently not high on their list of priorities.

I was ignored except when I was sent to fetch someone a 
drink of water or to bring a serving platter from one 
end of the table to the other. Whenever I got close 
enough to one of the boys I was usually groped rudely, 
but I learned to ignore that and obey.

I was still terrified about the mess I had made at 
lunch time. It had been made abundantly clear that I 
would be punished this evening and I was so nervous 
that I was feeling sick.

When they had all eaten their fill there was almost no 
food left. Jed gathered the few scraps that were left 
and piled them on one plate and just as I thought I was 
going to be fed he turned and took the plate outside 
and set it down for the dogs.

They made quick work of it, snarling and snapping at 
each other as they struggled for a few scraps. Then he 
brought the plate back in and set it on the table. I 
started picking up the plates and everyone ignored me 
as I did the dishes again. I was starting to get faint 
from hunger, but I was too afraid to speak to John.

I washed the dishes in silence and then John sent Caleb 
to the McKay's house across the way and told him to 
invite them over for punishment.

I started crying again. It wasn't fair. I didn't know 
how to cook. If he wanted a cook he should have 
kidnapped a fucking cook! And even if I could cook, who 
the hell cooks on a wood stove in this century?!

It was fifteen minutes before the McKay family showed 
up. John was sitting out on the porch when they 
arrived. Liz and I were alone in the house and we stood 
in the kitchen, Liz supervising everything that I did.

She seemed awfully tense, but I didn't know why. She 
hadn't seemed to be very sympathetic to my plight since 
I arrived. In fact, she had seemed to be just as amused 
by my suffering as everyone else. I was about to find 
out why.

John called out from the porch, "Elizabeth! You and 
cunt get your asses out here."

Liz closed her eyes and took a deep breath, stealing 
herself for what was to come. Then she walked out, with 
me following close behind. Both families had gathered 
and were sitting on the porch now, except for Jed and 
Jeremy who were just coming back from the barn carrying 
a bench between them.

John looked at Liz and said, "Do you know why I am 
going to punish you?"

Liz was looking down at her feet when she quietly 
answered, "Yes sir. I didn't keep a close enough eye on 
that stupid cunt and she ruined an entire meal."

John nodded and said, "Get ready."

Liz walked down the steps and over to the bench. As she 
walked she was unbuttoning her dress and when she got 
to the bench she took it off and handed it to Jeremy. 

Jed looked at John and I watched as John held up his 
hand with his thumb pointing down. Liz lay down on the 
bench on her stomach and Jed fastened her arms and her 
legs to the legs of the bench with straps that were 
already affixed to the bench.

Then the boys both went over and leaned on the nearby 
fence.

John got up and walked over to where Liz was strapped 
down and when he was beside the bench he pulled his 
thick leather belt from around his waist. He wrapped 
the buckle end around his hand a couple of times and 
then he drew back and whipped Liz on the ass with all 
of his might. 

She screamed in agony and then gulped loudly and waited 
for the next blow. I plugged my ears and turned around 
but Becky noticed what I was doing and she slapped my 
face and said, "You fucking bitch! This is your fault. 
You better fucking watch. And put your fucking hands 
down!"

I turned back around and watched as the second blow 
landed on her back and she screamed again. John paused 
between each blow, drawing out the torture, making her 
suffer nearly as much from the anticipation as from the 
actual whipping. He struck her over and over, in a 
different place each time. The blows rained down on her 
back, her shoulders, her butt and her legs. Her entire 
back was bright red and covered in welts when he 
finally stopped. 

He left her there for a few minutes and then he nodded 
to Jed. Jed stepped forward and removed the straps 
holding is mother down. He seemed totally unmoved by 
his mother's pain. More than that, I noticed that he 
had a hardon! He had gotten turned on watching his 
mother being whipped!

Jed and Jeremy helped their mother up and she turned to 
John and through her tears I heard her apologize. Then 
she was guided back to the porch by Jeremy. 

John called out again, "Cunt! Get your lazy ass over 
here!"

My legs turned to rubber and I was sure that I couldn't 
walk. I groaned, I tried to plead, but no sound came 
out. Becky was standing beside me and she whispered, 
"Go ahead you stupid cunt. Make him wait. That won't 
bother him at all."

I took a deep breath and started to walk towards him. I 
nearly fell as I made my way down the steps. I don't 
believe I had been this scared when he had first 
kidnapped me.

I finally stood beside the bench and just as I was 
about to lay down on it I saw Jed look at John and he 
held his hand out again, with his thumb up this time. 
Now I found out the significance of this. I was forced 
down on the bench on my back. The most sensitive areas 
of my body were all facing up now.

I tried to plead with him. I tried to explain that I 
didn't know how to cook. I begged him to forgive me. He 
didn't even look at me.

When my arms and legs were secured, Jed stood back and 
leaned against the fence again. But I wasn't watching 
him. I had my eyes locked on John. He still looked 
furious.

"Do you know why you are being punished?" he asked.

"No!" I said, as loudly as I could. "I never said I 
could cook. I never saw a wood burning stove before in 
my life! It isn't fair!"

He looked at me and said quietly, "There is no excuse 
for ruining food. We work hard up here to put food on 
the table. It is a constant struggle. When you saw that 
you were in trouble you should have asked for help. It 
isn't entirely your fault. Liz should have been 
watching you closer. But there is no excuse for what 
you did and you need to learn that the lessons up here 
are harsh. 

He took a step back then and then he drew back and 
slammed his belt down on my stomach with all of his 
might. I screamed at the top of my lungs and then 
sobbed loudly, nearly hysterical after only one blow. 
But it was about to get a lot worse. 

The next blow slammed into my breasts and I passed out. 
I woke up a moment later when Jeremy threw water in my 
face. As soon as I was awake I began begging him to 
please stop. 

He answered with another blow to my tender breasts. I 
screamed until my throat was raw. The blows rained down 
on my chest, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs and 
finally my pubic area. I don't know how many there 
were. More than he had given Liz. By the time he 
finished I couldn't scream anymore. My throat was so 
raw I couldn't even plead with him any longer.

I have no idea how long it lasted. I have no idea how 
many times I was struck by that thick, leather belt. I 
was only semi-conscious when it was finally it was 
over. I waited for someone to untie me and let me up. 
Unfortunately, I was about to learn that my anguish had 
just begun. The whipping wasn't even the worst part of 
my punishment!

Becky brought me over a drink of water and held it up 
to my lips. I gulped it down eagerly. When it was gone 
she backed away and the boys lined up and they all took 
turns fucking me. 

When all five boys had finished fucking me the bench 
was lowered a couple of inches and everyone but Caleb 
went back up on the porch. Caleb walked over to the dog 
pens and let them out. 

The dogs flew out of their pens and headed for me as 
fast as they could run. They sniffed around and smelled 
the five loads of cum running down my legs and they got 
all excited. They started licking at my pussy and my 
thighs and snapping at each other, fighting with each 
other to get at me. I was sure that I was going to get 
bitten, torn limb from limb. That isn't what I should 
have been worried about.

Soon the dominant male won out and began licking my 
pussy. The others circled around excitedly, some of 
them darting in to lick my face which had traces of 
sperm on it from when I had to clean the boy's cocks 
after they fucked me.

I suddenly realized what was going to happen and I 
screamed at them to get away. The dogs ignored my 
screams and I saw that they all had small, pink, fleshy 
appendages beginning to protrude from the hairy sheaths 
under their bellies now. I had probably seen a dog 
getting a hardon before in my life. I don't remember it 
though. I wouldn't have paid much attention to it. In 
fact, I am pretty sure that I would have looked away. I 
was paying attention now. They were surprisingly small, 
not at all threatening. That didn't alter the fact that 
I wanted nothing to do with them. The whole idea of sex 
with an animal was disgusting beyond belief.

I tried begging again. I promised them anything if they 
would save me from this pack of dogs that was about to 
rape me. I was wasting my breath. It was obvious that 
they were enjoying the show much too much to interfere. 
I finally gave up and lay back and sobbed quietly as 
the first of the large hounds moved up over me and 
began stabbing at me blindly with his small cock, 
trying to locate my slit. 

I tried twisting away, but I could only escape him for 
so long. Eventually he made a thrusting motion and his 
cock slammed into me. I soon found out that that what I 
had assumed was the dog's small erection had been 
extremely deceptive. I screamed when his cock first 
entered me. It was scary and disgusting and he was not 
gentle. 

I was shocked though, when as soon as his cock entered 
me it started growing rapidly. What I had thought was a 
skinny two or three inch cock suddenly ballooned into 
an uncomfortably large sex organ which was pounding 
rapidly into my already tender pussy. His cock swelled 
from almost unnoticeable to what felt like a fat, seven 
or eight inch cock in only about thirty seconds! It was 
horrible!

As he pounded his large cock into me he worked his body 
up a little higher over me and his forelegs clamped 
around me. As soon as he had a grip on my torso he 
thrust into me savagely several more times and I 
screamed again when I felt something that felt like it 
was about the size of a baseball suddenly force its way 
into my pussy. As soon as that happened he stopped 
thrusting and started quivering and suddenly I felt a 
large volume of very hot liquid flooding my pussy. I 
cried out again, I thought at first he was peeing in 
me!

I was begging them to get him off of me and sobbing 
hysterically. I was startled when Becky spoke in my 
ear. I opened my eyes and through my tears I saw her 
leaning down beside me and grinning evilly. She began 
talking quietly in my ear, explaining that the dog was 
cumming in me. She told me that it would last several 
minutes and she explained about his knot that was 
holding his cum inside of me. She said that he might be 
stuck on me for as much as a half an hour or even 
longer while his cum poured into me.

Becky walked away after explaining what was happening 
and she rejoined her family and the McKays on the 
porch. It was horrible, more horrible than you could 
ever imagine. I opened my eyes and looked up and saw 
him over me, his face right over mine, his tongue 
lolling out and saliva dripping down on my face. 

I turned my face and closed my eyes and sobbed 
uncontrollably as that large animal hovered over me and 
continued to fill me up with his hot, disgusting cum. 
Eventually I felt it being forced out around that 
painful knot and drip down between my thighs. Most of 
it stayed inside of me though.

Eventually it was just a matter of both me and the dog 
waiting for his knot to go down and for it to be over. 
Except that it wouldn't be over. There was a whole pack 
of mangy dogs waiting impatiently to fuck me.

After a very long time the dog tried to pull out of me 
and it hurt just as much as when he drove that large 
knot into me. I screamed out in pain and the dog 
growled menacingly. He tried twice more and then he 
stopped trying to pull his cock out, but he scrambled 
off of me and twisted his body around so that he was 
facing away from me. I screamed again when he turned 
away. His knot pulled at my tender flesh and the pain 
was almost unbearable. To make it worse, I could hear 
the people on the porch laughing at me. I had been 
embarrassed beyond belief from the time that I had been 
brought here. But not anything like this! I wasn't sure 
that my mind could survive this.

It took him several painful attempts over the next 
fifteen or twenty minutes or so to pull free. Each 
effort was more painful than the last. I was so 
relieved when he finally pulled free that almost forgot 
that there were three more dogs waiting to fuck me! As 
soon as his cock came free I felt the flood of hot 
semen pour out of me and drain down my thighs and down 
between the cheeks of my ass. 

I didn't feel anything at first. I expected another dog 
to take his turn immediately. When nothing happened I 
had a sudden hope that it was over. I guess I am a 
stupid cunt.

As soon as the first dog walked away and began to clean 
himself with his tongue the struggle began again 
between the remaining three dogs. I screamed at the 
people on the porch. I begged to be let free. I pleaded 
for mercy. I should have saved my breath.

Another dog had finally come out on top and he rushed 
over to take his turn. He moved up over me and it 
started all over again. I was so miserable already. I 
hadn't eaten and I was getting weak from hunger. My 
entire front was red and covered in welts from the 
whipping with that thick leather belt. And now my pussy 
was sore and stretched from being raped by five 
teenagers and a dog. 

I didn't think I could take any more. I was sure that I 
could not. But I did. One after the other all three of 
the remaining dogs took their turns on me. I was in 
agony beyond belief when it was finally over. The last 
of the dogs had finally finished fucking me and I was 
waiting now for someone to come and let me up. 

I waited and waited and finally I lifted my head and 
looked up on the porch and I saw that the females were 
all on their knees sucking off all of the males on the 
porch. Even little Sarah had a cock in her mouth.

It was getting dark when they finally finished 
servicing the males. Still I wasn't released. The 
McKays finally walked off in the direction of their 
house and John and his family went inside, leaving me 
strapped down outside!

After a few minutes Becky came back out and held a 
glass of water up to my mouth. I gulped it down 
greedily and when it was empty she straightened up and 
said, "You're lucky they didn't make you suck the dogs 
off. If you fuck up again that's what will happen to 
you."

Then she started to walk away. I called out to her, 
"Becky! Please! Please don't leave me here like this. 
It wasn't my fault. Nobody ever taught me how to cook."

Becky came back over and looked down at me. She stared 
at me for a few minutes. I could tell from the look on 
her face that she thought that I was dumber than a red 
brick and that she had not the slightest bit of 
sympathy for me. 

She shook her head and said, "You stupid cunt, you got 
my mom whipped. Whipped bad! You are spending the night 
out here. Just be glad the dogs are out here, because 
if they weren't there are things in them woods that 
would love to find you tied up like this. And they 
wouldn't want to fuck your sorry ass! They'd fuck you 
up. They'd eat a hell of a lot more than your pussy, 
bitch."

Then she walked away. I watched her walk back into the 
house and I started crying so hard that I could hardly 
breathe. I finally got the crying under control after a 
while, after I had exhausted myself and I was too tired 
to cry any more. I thought about how fucked up my life 
had become. I had been fired for stealing, and for 
refusing the advances of my boss. Instead of fucking my 
boss I had been raped by two entire families and a pack 
of dogs. And that was in just a day and a half! God 
knows what else was going to happen to me.

I soon became aware of two things that were going to 
happen to me. As it got late it started to get cool and 
I was shivering uncontrollably. Then I had to pee, and 
all I could do was let it go, and piss all over my own 
legs. Actually, the piss felt kind of nice at first. It 
was nice and warm. But then it started getting colder 
and it made things worse. 

As if I were not miserable enough, the dogs started 
nosing around again. One of them sniffed at my piss 
covered legs and the next thing I knew he was lifting 
his leg and pissing on me too!

I yelled at him, but he ignored me. One of the others 
came sniffing around again and I looked up and saw that 
it was the alpha male. He was the dog that had raped me 
first during the first round of rapes. He sniffed at me 
and smelled my urine and the urine from the dog and he 
lifted his leg and he pissed on me. But then he turned 
around and sniffed again and the next thing I knew he 
was climbing back on top of me and in a minute, after a 
few false starts, he was lying on my stomach and 
fucking me again.

I was beyond crying now. I just turned my head and 
closed my eyes and waited for it to end. It went on and 
on. I felt that huge lump forced into my pussy again 
and then he lay on top of me and shivered as my pussy 
filled up with cum again. Actually, once he stopped 
thrusting, the baseball sized knot in my pussy hurt, 
but it was kind of nice having the dog on top of me. 
The body heat felt pretty good.

I was going to get a lot more of that body heat. He had 
attracted the attention of the other dogs and the whole 
thing started all over again. One after the other they 
all raped me again. With each one I had that moment of 
comfort as they lay on me filling me with cum and 
sharing their body heat with me. But when they had all 
had their turns and went away to get some sleep I felt 
that river of cum on my legs getting cold and I 
shivered in the dark and prayed for the sun to come up 
and warm me. Even if I hadn't been so cold though, I 
was much too scared to get any sleep that night.

The dogs each had one more turn at me during the night, 
but there was one more nasty surprise in store for me 
before the new day started. That nasty, cruel little 
McKay boy, Leo, the one who got his jollies spitting in 
my mouth had another surprise for me. 

I heard footsteps approaching just before dawn and I 
thought that I was about to be set free. I was pretty 
addled by then, but I was aware enough to realize that 
whoever was approaching was coming from up the hill, 
not from the house. I looked around and saw that it was 
Leo and I was instantly afraid. Something was not right 
about that kid. He stood out even in this crowd of 
crazy people. He approached me and walked around, 
looking at what a mess I was. He was smiling, or rather 
he was leering at me and I knew that he had something 
awful in mind.

He moved closer and reached out and took one of my 
nipples between his thumb and his finger and he said, 
"If you make a noise I will fuck you up bitch."

Then he started to squeeze and pull and I thought he 
was going to pop my nipple like a pimple! I bit my 
tongue to keep from screaming and I gasped in pain. My 
head tossed back and forth and my whole body was 
lifting up off of that bench like I was being shocked 
with 220 volts.

He watched my reaction, that odd smile never leaving 
his face. Then he stopped squeezing and said, "Hurts, 
don't it?"

I nodded. I was sobbing quietly, afraid to make a 
sound. 

He asked, "Want me to do it again?"

I shook my head violently and whispered, "No, please 
god no. I'll do anything you want if you stop that."

"Anything?" he asked. 

I knew he had something awful in mind, but I couldn't 
take that pain again. I nodded and he moved closer. He 
looked down at me and he ordered me to open my mouth. I 
hesitated but he applied pressure to my nipple again 
and I opened my mouth instantly.

He leaned down and spit in my mouth again, just like he 
had when he raped me yesterday. I just lay there, 
unable to move, and held my mouth open while he spit in 
it several more times. I have no idea what was going 
through his warped mind. I can't imagine that doing 
that would excite anyone. But I was about to find out 
that he was just getting warmed up. He had something 
much worse in mind.

He straightened out and moved closer to my head and put 
his semi-hard cock in my mouth and started fucking my 
face. He had a pretty good sized cock for a sixteen 
year old and it was pretty painful. Besides, my throat 
was still sore from all of the screaming yesterday. It 
didn't matter though. I couldn't have fought him even 
if I had been so inclined. I lay there unresisting 
until he stiffened up and buried his cock in my throat 
and shot another load of cum down my gullet. 

He stayed buried in my throat after he had cum. His 
cock started to go soft and I was just waiting for it 
to be over. I was grateful that his cock was not so 
large that I couldn't breathe with it in my throat. But 
suddenly I felt something else. Suddenly there was a 
large volume of hot liquid pouring down my throat. 

I heard that maniacal giggle and I realized that he was 
pissing right down my throat! I didn't taste it, I just 
felt it. But still I couldn't help gagging. In response 
he started pinching my nipple again and he warned me 
that I had better not lose it. So I forced myself to 
calm down and stop gagging as this horrible animal 
pissed down my throat. I felt my stomach expanding as 
it filled with his urine. He kept distracting me by 
pinching and pulling on my nipples and giggling like an 
idiot.

He finally stopped pissing, but left his cock in my 
mouth for a while longer. It was a minute or two before 
he pulled out. He stared down at me for a moment and 
then he bent down and said, "I'm going to check around 
this area when I come back here later for my schooling. 
I better not see any sign of you losing that hot 
breakfast I just fed you. Trust me cunt, you don't want 
to piss me off."

Then he said, "See you in school teach," and walked 
back up the hill to his house in the dark. 

For about the next half hour I fought the urge to throw 
up. I was terrified of that crazy kid! 

I lifted my head and saw a light on in the house 
finally. In a few minutes Jed came out and removed the 
straps and helped me up. Then he took me over to the 
trough by the pump and started using a bucket to throw 
cold water on me to rinse me off. I gasped at every 
bucketful of cold water that hit me, but I was glad to 
be rid of the river of dog cum dripping down my legs. 
He finally shook his head and said, "God you are a 
fucking mess. Here, use this rag and wipe yourself off. 
You really stink."

As he walked back towards the house I asked, "Can I use 
the outhouse when I'm done, please?"

He nodded and I hurriedly scrubbed my pussy and my legs 
and my stomach and then I ran to the outhouse and held 
my breath and puked down the hole, spewing all of that 
freak's hot piss down the hole. When my stomach was 
empty I used the damp, dirty rag to wipe my face. While 
I was there I went ahead and went to the bathroom and 
then I hurried into the house, shivering so hard that 
my teeth were chattering.

When I got inside I went to the kitchen. The kids were 
sitting on their beds naked, or in the process of 
getting dressed. I went to the kitchen and Liz was 
there starting breakfast. I went up to her and said 
quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you got a beating. But I 
never learned to cook."

She looked at me and at first I could see that she was 
still pissed at me, but then her look softened and she 
nodded and she started to tell me what to do. I spent 
the next hour fetching wood and setting the table and 
learning how to cook breakfast on a wood stove. The 
boys and John were out in the barn, feeding animals and 
doing chores. Becky and Sarah were in the kitchen 
watching me. 

When Liz stepped out of the room for a moment Becky 
asked quietly, "Did Leo come down and feed you 
breakfast?"

I didn't have to answer, she saw it in my eyes and she 
smiled.

Just as it had yesterday, the smell was driving me 
crazy, but I didn't have very much hope of getting any 
food after yesterday. As they were all sitting down to 
eat though, Liz said, "John, we need to feed this 
stupid bitch or she is going to get sick on us. She 
won't do us much good dead."

John looked around and he seemed to be back to normal. 
Normal for him was not all that great, but it beats his 
furious all to hell. He stared at me for a minute and 
then he nodded and Liz gave me a plate and pulled a 
seat up to the table beside her and I ate like a human 
being.

The kids seemed to think it was strange that she would 
look out for me after I had earned her a beating, but 
they didn't say anything.

After breakfast I cleaned up and did the dishes. I put 
out the paper and pencils and waited for the kids to 
show up.

It wasn't until the other kids showed up for our class 
that I was reminded that I was naked, and that I was 
the only one that was naked. As soon as Leo came in and 
walked up to me he jammed his hand up into my crotch 
and squeezed my pussy and asked me if I had enjoyed my 
breakfast.

I shivered at his touch, but before I could decide how 
to answer him John came over and said, "Leo, sit down 
and listen up for a while. You ain't half as smart as 
you think you are."

Leo said, "Yes sir." But as soon as John walked away he 
gave me a dirty look. I don't know why the hell he was 
blaming me!

I went back over the alphabet again and I was surprised 
at how well they did. I found out that they had each 
made their own copy of it and studied it last night 
while I was outside fucking dogs.

Once they were able to tell me what the letters were we 
started doing simple one, two and three letter words, 
sounding them out and writing them down so that they 
would remember them.

In the afternoon, after I made lunch with Liz's close 
supervision, I gave them a choice, more words or start 
on the math. They were getting tired of what we had 
been doing so we switched to math. 

The first afternoon it was just learning the numbers. 
They had never seen them written down. I sometimes felt 
like I had been dropped in on an aboriginal tribe in 
some forgotten rain forest. I kind of felt sorry for 
them. They weren't dumb. Most of them seemed pretty 
bright, and they really wanted to learn. Well, Leo was 
the exception, of course. He didn't want to be here and 
he was a real pain in the ass. The other kids were 
always giving him dirty looks and shushing him.

We worked hard at it all afternoon until Liz said, 
"Girls, time to make supper."

We picked up our papers and pencils and cleared the 
table. Before they left, Leo bent me over the kitchen 
table and fucked me from behind. After what I had 
already been through I probably shouldn't have been 
embarrassed, but I was. 

When he was done I cleaned him and then I went into the 
kitchen. As I walked over to Liz she said, "There is 
something not quite right about that boy. Someday 
somebody is going to have to deal with him." Then she 
handed me a rag and I wiped myself up. I washed my 
hands and Liz gave me my next cooking lesson. I was 
getting the hang of the wood stove now. Cooking was 
still a mystery to me though. 

Liz was never going to be confused with a gourmet chef, 
but she was a good cook and everything she made was 
delicious. Luckily for me she was a good teacher too. I 
had a lot of years of fast food to make up for, but I 
was learning.

After we ate and I cleaned up I went into the living 
room and saw Sarah working on her lesson under the 
kerosene lantern. Everyone else was out on the porch. I 
sat down beside her and asked if she wanted some help 
and she smiled at me and said, "Yes please. This is all 
so hard."

I hugged her without thinking and I saw her smile, so I 
left my arm around her and we spent the next half hour 
working on simple addition. She had learned the numbers 
and grasped the concept of addition before any of the 
older kids. I guess it must be a lot harder when you 
start off learning so late in life.

I looked up when the screen door opened and saw Jed 
waiving me outside. I told Sarah that I had to go and 
went outside. Jed, Jeremy and Caleb led me off towards 
the barn and we went inside. They left the large front 
doors open so it wouldn't be so dark and I saw the 
animals for the first time. There were several horses 
in the corral off to one side and a half a dozen cows 
in a pasture in back of the barn. There was a pen with 
some pigs in it and off to the side I heard noises and 
saw a hen house and a bunch of chickens. There was a 
lot more to this farm than I had thought. 

Unfortunately I wasn't out here to see the farm 
animals. The boys started undressing and Jed pulled me 
into a pile of prickly hay and got on top of me and 
ordered me to put his cock in my cunt. As soon as I had 
lined him up he started plunging in and out of me, but 
slowly at first, for a change. As he fucked me he 
supported himself on his arms and he looked down at me 
and said, "I was so fucking hot all night long, 
thinking about you out there fucking those god damn 
dogs. I had to fuck Becky twice last night. All day 
long I was thinking about fucking some of this dog cunt 
of yours. How many times did those dogs fuck you last 
night cunt?"

"Three," I answered. I was upset with him for bringing 
it up again. I had managed to avoid thinking about it 
most of the day. Possibly because of the way the whole 
thing ended with Leo.

Jed started speeding up and as he picked up the pace he 
said, "So you fucked a dog twelve times last night. 
Next time it's going to be more exciting. The next time 
you fuck up pa will make you suck them off. Do you want 
to know what that's like? Ask Becky. She had to do it 
once. She learned her lesson." Then he turned his head 
up to the hay loft and I noticed Becky sitting up there 
watching. He called up to her, "Didn't you Becky?"

Even from here, in the semi dark barn, I could tell 
that she was embarrassed. But she just answered 
quietly, "Yes Jed. I learned my lesson."

He lowered himself onto me then and started fucking me 
even faster. I was wriggling around, not because I was 
aroused, but because I was getting stabbed by the hay 
under me. But he didn't care why, he just liked the way 
I was moving around and soon he was cumming in my poor, 
over used pussy.

Before he got up though, he leaned closer and whispered 
in my ear, "I saw Leo this morning. I know what he 
likes to do. He did that to Becky too."

I shivered in revulsion as I thought of it again. But I 
didn't speak. 

Jed finally got up and Jeremy immediately took his 
place. At least he didn't have anything to talk about. 
He started right off fucking me fast and furious while 
Jed moved up and offered me his cock to clean. Jeremy 
was pretty horny too, I guess, because he came very 
quickly. Then he slid up over me and I sucked him 
clean. 

As soon as Jeremy moved it was Caleb's turn. I thought 
that the evening rapes were nearly done when I heard a 
noise and looked up to see Leo and Kyle coming in.

Jed and Jeremy greeted them and they all stood around 
watching Caleb take his turn. When I had finally taken 
his sperm and sucked him clean Jed ordered me to use my 
fingers to clean my cunt.

I began scooping up the three boy's cum from my pussy 
and my upper thighs and licking it off of my fingers. 
As soon as I was done it started again with Leo and 
then Kyle. 

I had been looking over Caleb's shoulder at Becky when 
Leo came in and I saw her shrink up as if to hide from 
him. She was at least as afraid of that little bastard 
as I was.

I serviced both of the McKay boys and cleaned them off 
and then I sat there waiting to see if it was over. It 
wasn't. Jed was talking to Leo and I couldn't hear what 
they were saying, but I could tell from their faces 
that I wasn't going to like it.

Jed and Leo came over and made me stand up and turn 
around and bend over. They tied my wrists to my ankles 
and Leo said, "You are such a nasty cunt. All you have 
done since you got here was fuck, fucking every body 
and every thing. It's a wonder you haven't been out 
here fucking the horses yet. I was talking to Jed and 
we think you need to have that nasty cunt cleaned up a 
little."

As he was talking he was rubbing his cock up and down 
the crack of my ass and then he positioned it at the 
entrance to my pussy and wormed it in. He wasn't fully 
hard and he had a very difficult time working it in. He 
finally managed to bury his cock in me and I felt him 
just standing there. I didn't know what was going on 
until I felt the hot liquid begin to flood my pussy. He 
was pissing in me!

I screamed and tried to pull away but he held me tight 
and slapped the hell out of my ass and I finally held 
still as he pissed into my pussy. Not all at once, but 
in short, intense spurts. His hot piss was filling me 
up and then squirting out around his cock and running 
down my legs. The boys were all gathered around 
watching and laughing as Leo entertained them with 
another of his perverse games.

It lasted for several minutes and when he finally 
finished I was a fucking mess. He reached down and 
untied the ropes around my wrists and then he turned me 
around and forced me to suck his cock clean. Then, the 
final indignity, he made me lick the piss that had 
dribbled out onto his legs. 

I licked his legs clean, stopping to gag every now and 
then, and finally he was satisfied. It was obvious that 
the others were just as disgusted as I was. Even though 
he seemed to be disgusted, Jed still was getting hard 
again. He took me over to a horse trough and gave me a 
bucket and told me to rinse off. He wanted to get a 
blowjob before we went back to the house, but not until 
I washed off some of the stink.

I used the cool water in the bucket and rinsed the piss 
and cum off of my body. I was crying quietly, not sure 
if this was worse than the other time or not. I decided 
that if I had to choose I would rather he piss in my 
pussy than my mouth, but best of all I just wish he 
would die, painfully.

When I finally went back into the barn the boys had 
cleaned up the piss with a barn shovel and Leo and Kyle 
had gone home. I headed back over to Jed, expecting to 
have to blow him again, but he said, "It's getting 
late, might as well wait until we go to bed."

Becky came down and the five of us walked back to the 
house. It was dark now and John and Liz had already 
gone to bed. Sarah was already in bed. We made the 
other two beds up and I got in bed with Jed and quickly 
sucked his cock. I was exhausted. It had been a long, 
hard day and I had not slept at all last night. I was 
looking forward to a full night of sleep tonight. I was 
sure that Jed had gotten enough sex this evening to 
last the night.

But as we lay there in the dark Becky asked quietly, 
"Jed, can I use her for a while?"

I groaned. I had come close to falling asleep 
instantly. But Jed was pushing me out of bed and I 
padded across the floor and as I neared her bed Becky 
threw back the covers and spread her legs and said, 
"Get down there and eat me out, cunt."

I dropped down between her legs and with as much energy 
as I could muster I began to eat her out. I saw Sarah 
watching and smiling, but when I finally had satisfied 
Becky I was sent back to Jed's bed. He was already 
asleep and I slipped in beside him and fell asleep on 
the edge of the bed. 

I must have really been exhausted, because when I woke 
up in the morning Jed was on top of me and fucking me 
like crazy. In fact, he was almost done when I realized 
I was being fucked! He came quickly and I waited for 
him to get up and I sucked him clean.

After he got up and got dressed I checked the chamber 
pot and it was empty, one less chore for that morning. 
I went out and got some fire wood and started getting 
breakfast ready. By the time Liz came in I had coffee 
ready and bacon and sausage cooking and I was making 
toast on the stove.

Sara came in with the fresh eggs and I had breakfast on 
the table when the boys and John came in from the barn. 
I was half way through breakfast when John said, "Seems 
like them dogs did you a lot of good. You might turn 
out to be worth a shit after all. I might oughta stake 
you out there once a week or so, just as a reminder."

Liz looked up at him and said, "John! That isn't nice. 
She's been doing real good."

John smiled and said, "Just kidding Liz. I was just 
kidding."

I had stopped breathing when he said that and finally I 
exhaled loudly. John laughed, but I saw Jed's face. He 
was disappointed. He thought it was a good idea. I was 
starting to think that he was just as big a freak as 
Leo, but without the balls to act on it.

Breakfast was over and Jed scraped the leftovers into a 
plate for the dogs. I got up and cleaned off the table 
and did the dishes and got ready for class. Leo and 
Kyle showed up and came in and sat down. Liz went out 
to the barn and as soon as she left I was bent over the 
table and Leo raped me again. It was over quickly 
though, and the others didn't follow his lead. So I 
went to the bag that Liz kept rags in and wiped myself 
off and then I started the class. 

Once I got them started the others seemed to do fine 
studying on their own. Not Leo. He wasn't catching on 
as quick, either because he wasn't that bright, or 
because I had to spend most of my time bent over his 
work with his hands crawling all over me like 
disgusting insects giving me the creeps.

Half way through the morning he pushed me down and made 
me suck him off. The others looked up and then ignored 
us. I managed to get him to cum very quickly. I noticed 
that he was running out of ejaculate, each time he came 
less and less. Maybe I was going to outlast the freaky 
little bastard after all!

Life went on like this, day after day for a long time. 
I have no idea how long. Every day was the same. There 
was no way for me to tell what day it was or even what 
month it was. The kids had progressed to the point that 
they could read at a rudimentary level. I worked with 
them every day and they progressed quickly. Even Leo 
could read a little. They could all add and subtract 
and were learning the multiplication tables.

Then one day, right after breakfast, John went up to 
the barn and came back in an old pickup truck with the 
back full of produce from his and McKay's fields. He 
stopped in front of the house and came in and handed me 
one of my old dresses. I slipped it on and for the 
first time in I have no idea how many months I was 
wearing clothing. It felt awful! It fit awful too. I 
had lost a lot of weight, and my new slender figure was 
fantastic. But my dresses were now much too loose. It 
looked like I was wearing hand-me-downs. 

John didn't care though. He pulled me outside and put 
me in the truck in the middle of the seat and we took 
off down the road driving so slow, I could have walked 
faster. I guess he was trying to keep from losing his 
produce which was piled pretty high in the back.

We hadn't gotten far before Mr. McKay reached over and 
said you don't need that on up here. He unbuttoned my 
dress and pulled the top off, baring my breasts. Then 
he reached down and pulled out his cock and I struggled 
to get down on my knees in the cramped truck cab and I 
sucked him off quickly. 

When I finished I waited for him to go soft in my mouth 
and then tell me to get up. He didn't though, not for a 
long time. I finally realized that the main reason for 
me to be down here was so that I couldn't see where I 
was. The blowjob was just a pleasant byproduct.

We never got to the main road, the paved road. We 
stayed on dirt roads all the way and ended up at a big 
farmer's market out in the middle of nowhere. We parked 
in the field between several other farmers, mostly 
older men, and I helped John and Daryl set up a big 
plywood table and put out their produce.

I was surprised at the amount of people buying 
vegetables. There were all kinds of people, city 
people, country people, and a lot of people that were 
buying for restaurants. After the initial opening rush, 
things slowed down a little and John pulled me aside 
and said, "You come with me. You had best watch what 
you say if don't want to spend the night with your 
mouth full of dog cock."

I nodded and walked around with him while he went from 
table to table talking to other men that he knew. I 
wasn't paying much attention at first. Not until I saw 
one of the men hand John some cash and then John turned 
to me and said, "You go with him. I better not get any 
complaints."

I didn't know what was going on until the man grabbed 
my arm and pulled me off into the woods behind the 
tables. He pulled me along until we came to a small 
clearing and there was a nasty old mattress in the 
middle of it. 

You don't have to hit me with a hammer to get my 
attention. I got the idea as soon as I saw the 
mattress. The old guy ordered me to strip and I 
unbuttoned my dress and pulled it off while he pulled 
his suspenders down and dropped his overalls. I watched 
as his wrinkled old cock came into view and he smiled 
at me and said, "Come on sweet thing. I ain't had my 
cock sucked in years. I hear you're pretty good at it." 

I wasn't even shocked. I realized that I was now about 
to become a prostitute. I was pissed for a second, but 
then I thought what the hell, the only difference 
between fucking him and fucking all those others back 
at the farm was that I was getting paid for it. Well, 
John was getting paid for it. I didn't love any of them 
either, so what the hell difference did it make. I 
smiled up at the old guy and said, "You want to sit 
down and get comfortable first, sir? You'll enjoy it 
more."

He looked at the nasty old mattress and said, "Yeah, 
might as well. Don't want to put too much strain on my 
heart at my age." He was a nearly bald old man, 
overweight and unshaved and in his sixties at least.


He sat down on the corner of the mattress and I knelt 
in the dirt and began sucking his cock which got hard 
quickly, despite his age. I guess he doesn't get his 
cock sucked by a lot of pretty, twenty-three year old 
women anymore.

I did my best to give him a good blowjob. I even took 
him into my throat and worked his balls with my fingers 
and he came very quickly. I held his cock in my mouth 
while it went soft and he started to thank me but I 
looked up and said, "John is going to expect you to 
take a lot longer than that, want to see if we can do 
it again?"

He looked at me with the strangest look in his eyes and 
then he leaned back on his elbows and said, "Darling, 
I'd love to do it again. I doubt if I can, but trying 
with you will be a pure joy."

I took him back in my mouth and after several minutes 
he started getting hard again. For some reason I will 
never understand, it became a point of pride with me 
and I worked that old farmer's cock for all I was worth 
and fifteen minutes later I got another thin stream of 
watery cum as my reward.

I looked up at him and he was staring at me with a look 
of wonder on his face. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. 
"Girl, you are something else. How long you been doing 
this?"

"Doing what?" I asked.

"How long you been a prostitute?" he replied.

I smiled and said, "You are my first customer."

"You're shitting me?!" he exclaimed.

I said, "No sir, this is my very first time doing it 
for money."

He shook his head and I stood up and helped him to his 
feet. He reached into his pocket and held out a ten 
dollar bill. I smiled and wrapped his hand around the 
bill and said, "No thanks, I enjoyed doing it for you. 
I don't need money anyway."

He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. He put 
his money away and put his arm around my shoulder and 
walked me back out to his fruit display. 

John had been watching his stand for him and when we 
came up to him he stood up and handed the farmer the 
money that he had made while we were in the woods. He 
asked the old guy if everything went alright and the 
farmer said, "Son, I tell you what, that was the best 
head I have ever had in my life. And I gotta tell you, 
if I was thirty years younger I'd kick your ass and 
take her home with me!"

"Now Mr. French," John said with a smile, "you know 
damned well a week with her would kill you."

"Yeah," the old man replied, "but I would die a happy 
man."

Over the next eight or nine hours I was walked around 
from booth to booth and I went into the woods with so 
many men that I lost count. Sometimes there were two or 
three men at a booth that took me back there one at a 
time. There were only a couple of times I had to go 
back with more than one man at once, both times with 
brothers. I had been trying to keep track but I got 
distracted and couldn't remember if I counted some of 
them or if I counted some of them twice, but a rough 
estimate is that I fucked or sucked more than forty men 
that day. A lot of them tried to tip me, but I figured 
that I wouldn't get to keep the money anyway, so fuck 
John. 

I found out that John was charging each man thirty 
dollars, no matter what he wanted to do back there in 
the woods. So a little elementary math tells me that he 
made just about twelve hundred dollars off of my ass 
that day.

When we got back to our stand most of the vegetables 
were gone and Mr. McKay was grinning and bragging about 
making just over four hundred dollars. Apparently that 
was almost a record for them. 

I noticed that John didn't mention how much he had made 
selling my ass.

By the time the market closed up we only had a couple 
of baskets of vegetables left. They put the table back 
in the truck and the empty baskets were piled to one 
side. Mr. McKay got in the back with me and shortly 
after we left the field I was on my back, naked, with 
Mr. McKay fucking me hard. His share of the money must 
have really got him excited. He fucked me all the way 
down the main dirt road we traveled. I was pretty sure 
that the people in the truck behind us could see his 
ass pumping up and down, but they had probably fucked 
me too, so I don't guess it mattered to them.

When we got to our turn off the rest of the traffic 
kept going. We were the only vehicle that turned off on 
this narrow dirt road. John stopped after we had gone a 
few yards down the road and he traded places with Mr. 
McKay.

He got undressed and got on top of me and said, "Put it 
in cunt, let's see if all that fucking has ruined your 
worthless ass."

He pounded into me, even more brutally than normal, and 
after a few strokes he said, "Not bad, I can't even 
tell the fucking difference. That's still some fine 
cunt you got there." Then he rested his weight on me 
and began to fuck me like he owned me. Oh wait, he 
does.

He came eventually, I had been numb for a long time now 
so it didn't matter to me how long he took. I was 
uncomfortable with his weight on top of me, but it was 
cool when he was off of me, so I was just laying there 
and faking it for him until he came.

He rolled off of me and I got down and sucked him 
clean. I had swallowed an awful lot of cum today. Aside 
from all the blowjobs for guys that weren't getting 
head from their wives, I had to keep scooping up cum 
from my pussy and eating it. I didn't have a rag to 
wipe myself off with after all those men fucked me. I 
must have swallowed close to a quart of cum today. 
There had been so much of it that after a while I 
didn't even pay any attention to the way it tasted 
anymore, or how gross it was to scoop it up and swallow 
it. It was just all in a days work.

I waited for John to tell me that I could get up after 
I cleaned his cock for him, but he never did. The whole 
rest of the trip I had his cock in my mouth and 
therefore I had my face in his lap and didn't have any 
idea where I was.

The funny thing is, after the first week or two on the 
farm I had stopped even thinking of trying to get away. 
After all of these months, if he had left me at the 
farmer's market I probably would have tried to find my 
way back to the farm! That was my home now. Hell, if it 
weren't for that freaky Leo it wouldn't be a bad life.

We got back pretty late and John and Daryl said 
goodnight and Daryl went up the hill to his house. John 
took my dress and we went inside. I carried the two 
baskets that hadn't sold and put them in the kitchen.

Most of the family was in bed, but Liz was waiting at 
the kitchen table and when she saw me, and saw that I 
looked fairly normal, she looked relieved. I guess she 
was aware of what John had in mind for me today and 
maybe she didn't like the idea of it so much.

John kissed her and they talked quietly for a while. I 
got in bed with Jed, who was either awake or woke up 
when we came in. He pushed me down and I sucked him off 
quickly, then he pulled me back up beside him and fell 
asleep with one arm and one leg over me as usual.

After the day at the farmer's market we slipped back 
into our normal routine. I became a pretty good cook 
after a while, and I guess that I was a pretty good 
teacher too. The kids all progressed quickly and they 
were all reading my small book collection by the time 
spring came. It was amusing when we got around to 
geography and world politics. These were things that 
the kids had never been exposed to and never thought 
about. They had not even been aware that they lived in 
a country or that there was more than one country in 
the world. They didn't know that there was a government 
or what a government did. When they found out about big 
cities, when they heard how many people that there were 
in the world they were astonished. It was exciting 
being able to tell them about the world that they were 
hiding from back up here on this mountain.

My life took a sudden turn for the better when Leo 
caught me coming back from the chicken coop one morning 
and, after he made me suck him off, he decided to piss 
down my throat again. He was half way through when his 
father came in looking for John. When he realized what 
Leo was doing he beat him half to death. I'm not 
kidding. He was laid up in bed for two weeks after 
that.

That put the fear of the lord into Leo. There was still 
something dark and dangerous about him. He still had 
something wrong with him. But he kept it under control. 
I still had to suck him off or let him fuck me almost 
every day, but he never hurt me again, or did any of 
that weird stuff.

This is my home now. I sometimes miss my parents and 
wish that they knew that I was alive. I miss 
electricity and indoor plumbing, especially in the 
winter. And while I have affection for the people that 
I live with, I miss love. 

But the saddest thing about my life now is Sarah. 
Sarah, it turns out, is a genius. By the time she was 
thirteen she knew everything that I could teach her. 
She is probably the most intelligent person that I have 
ever met. I never excelled at upper level math, but I 
still had the college text books and she breezed 
through them like they were kiddy books. 

If there was anyone that belonged in college it was 
this girl. It's tragic that the odds are that she will 
never leave this little valley. She will probably be 
mated with Kyle McKay and never see the inside of a 
classroom. That makes me sad.

The classes finally came to an end. The kids had 
learned all that I could teach them. My life now is a 
constant routine. Every day is the same. I do my chores 
around the house. I do the cooking and most of the 
cleaning and the laundry. I fuck anyone and everyone 
anytime they want me. Hardly a day goes by that I don't 
fuck all of the boys. I fuck the adult men a couple of 
times a week. I eat out the girls from time to time, 
not all that regularly. I only wear a dress twice a 
year, when John takes me to the farmer's market. 

I wonder sometimes what will happen when John is gone. 
My biggest fear now is that I will someday end up in 
Leo's clutches. But I get the feeling that when he is 
able he is going to leave this little valley and I have 
no doubt that he will either get his freaky ass killed 
in town, or get thrown in jail. Either way, life around 
here will be a lot safer then.

The End

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To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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