Top rated and latest rape/incest sex story: Farm Girl – Four
by Dark Dreamer
“What have you got to say for yourself girl?” he demanded. I just looked at him fearfully.
“My boys find you half naked with those whop scum. You’re underage and should be at school.” he snapped.
“Why aren’t you?”
“I… I… uh didn’t go today.” I stammered.
“Don’t tell me what I already know girl!” he glared. “What where you don half naked with them Spinozzos?”
“Nothing.” I muttered, looking down at the floor. My arms were still handcuffed in front of me and I tried to position my hands so they were in front of my pussy. I knew the panties were so thin he could see my muff otherwise, and maybe my dark slit too.
His hand reached forward and gripped my thick blonde hair, pulling my head up.
“You’re a dirty little girl! Do you know that!? You’re an evil sinful girl!” he shouted. “Lying to your elders! Cheating on school! Parading your dirty sluttish body around in front of good Christian people!”
He shook my head and then threw me backwards.
“The problem with you girl is you weren’t taught proper Christian behaviour by your parents. I always said spare the rod spoil the child… and you are a prime example of that, for sure, for sure!”
“What you need is a good whuping, thats what!” He grabbed my arm and shoved me roughly against his desk, undoing his belt and sliding it out of the loops of his pants.
“Bend over that desk girl, I’m gonna show you what sinning brings dirty little girls!” he said.
I looked at his belt in shock and disbelief. I had more than a passing acquaintance with belts from my father, who wasn’t the kind to spare the rod and spoil the child, but he hadn’t used one on me in years.
Instead of obeying him, I backed fearfully towards the door. He strode after me, grabbing me as I turned futilely to run.
“Let me alone! Don’t you touch me!” I shouted as he dragged me back over to the desk. He ignored my protests, ranting about sinful disobedient children. He pushed me down across the desk and held me there with one arm as he brought the belt up.
I was still struggling against his arm when the belt cracked down across my upthrust ass cheeks. The thin nylon panties didn’t protect me at all as a shock of pain blasted through me.
I screamed as the belt cracked down on my ass again and again. I wriggled against his arm until he gripped my hair and pushed my face against the desktop. I yelled and cursed him, using all the foul language I had heard the farmworkers use over the years, mixing the curses with tears of anguish and yelps of pain.
“Let go of me you Jesus fucking bastard~~ Cocksucker! Asshole! Leave me alone you Goddamned sonofabitch!! He stopped the beating and let me up as he stepped back. I saw a look of shock on his face.
“BLASPHEMY!!” he screamed. His eyes bulged out and his face contorted in rage as he looked furiously at me.
“HOW DARE YOU!!!” he yelled.
“FILTHY EVIL VILE THING!!” he ranted. “EVIL! YOU CURSE THE LORD!”
He stomped back and forth as I cringed away from him.
“You will be cleansed of this evil!” he said. “”I will cleanse thee before thy death said Abraham!”
I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about except that my cursing had sure made him crazy.
Before I knew what was happening he had grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me over to the side of the room. There was a big potted plant hanging by a chain overhead and he reached over to a lever on the wall and pulled it down.
The chain holding the plant slowly lowered it till the plant was just above my head. He took the plant off and set it on the floor then put the chain of my handcuffs over the hook and pushed the lever up.
I gasped as the chain pulled the hook slowly up toward the ceiling. The hook pulled my arms up with it till they were stretched way above my head. Soon I was hanging completely from the chain. I cried out in pain as the handcuffs bit into my wrists. I felt the weight of my legs dragging down on my torso and the weight of my whole body pulling at my wrist and shoulders.
“You shall be punished and therein cleansed.” he said sternly. He moved around behind me and I looked over and saw a small knife in his hands. I gasped in fear, afraid he was going to cut me, but instead the knife cut the thin straps at my shoulders so my t-shirt slipped down around my hips.
He pulled my shirt down my body with my panties, leaving me completely nude. I gasped in embarrassment as his glaring eyes raked my naked rounded ass cheeks and the smooth white skin of my back.
“You pervert!” I screamed. “Let me go you dirty old man!”
The Sheriff moved around in front of me. Even though I was hanging off the ground a couple of inches he was still much taller, and looked down at me nastily. Then quite deliberately he pulled back his arm and punched me real hard in the stomach.
I gasped in shock and pain, the breath knocked out of my lungs. He looked at me with a terrible smile as I hung there gasping like a fish out of water.
“You will learn respect.” he said.
“You will learn manners.”
I could see his eyes bulging out of his sweating face as he took in my proudly upthrust boobies, and then slid down my belly and abdomen to my lightly furred pussy mound. He seemed to leer at the agony I was in. I hung there in misery, straining to get just a breath of air into my burning lungs.
He moved out of sight around behind me. Several seconds later I felt his hand slide slowly and gently down my back. He started at my neck and caressed the skin down along my backbone. He paused temporarily when it came to the soft round swelling of my buttocks, but resolutely slid down further.
I could feel a trail of wet perspiration left by his fat fingers as he slid right over my buttocks, squeezing them softly, softly, then he moved his hand between my buttocks and slid it right down the center of my ass crack, over my crinkled asshole, and then down between my legs to cup my pubic mound in his hot, slimy palm.
“This is the problem.” he whispered. “This is the center of the problem right here. The tempter of mens souls…” he paused. ” The spoiler of the righteous…” His hand rubbed my pussy mound lightly. I could feel the sweat oozing from his pores.
Suddenly he squeezed brutally on my mound, putting enormous pressure on the soft tender flesh. I cried out in pain, and swayed forward as he sprang back.
“NO!” he shouted. “You foul seducer! You tempt even me! You shall be curbed in your foul lust!”
He moved to the desk and pulled out a long thin object. At first I couldn’t see what it was. I was still gasping from the sharp pain in my crotch. I tried to rub my thighs together to ease the pain, since I couldn’t touch it with my hands.
He walked back over and I saw the thing he had grabbed was a riding crop like some of the richer people used on the ranches. My mind exploded in fear and disbelief.
“This was made for you seducer!” he gritted. “It will teach you the true faith.”
I shook in confusion and terror as he talked, trying to understand him. The pain in my crotch was fading but the continued and steadily increasing pain in my arms, wrists, and shoulders was making it difficult to concentrate.
Then there was a whistling sound behind my back, like the kind you hear when you whirl a rope or stick through the air. A loud crack echoed through the room just as my back was slammed with tremendous force, knocking me forward.
My back lit up in agony. A terrible shock and burning pain lanced a trail across my shoulders and upper back. I screamed in shock and agony as he drew the whip back.
“So brings lust down.” he chanted.
Again the crop whistled down, this time sideways across the middle of my back. My body jerked and twisted as i shrieked in pain. The crop left a fiery hot trail across my back, a trail that burned and burned.
“Oh God! Please Stop!” I shrieked.
“Though shalt truly know God when we are done!” He said.
The crop lashed down again and again. It ripped a trial of fire wherever it landed, that lingered long after. He alternated his strokes, sometimes he would whip up and down so the whip would score a vertical welt down my back, other times he would swing the whip in a sideways arc so it would crack down along a horizontal line.
I jumped and twisted and jerked in pain and terror, shrieking and yowling in agony and torment,. Lines of pain ripped up and down my back. Each stroke bringing a sudden shocking burst of new pain from outraged nerve endings, each adding to the background wall of building pain.
Then he swung the crop sideways and lashed down at my bouncing ass cheeks. My crotch jerked forward, and my legs flew wide, straining hopelessly to escape. Again, and again, and again the whip smacked down on my beautiful little ass. My pride and joy was bruised and cut. I knew how soft and warm the skin was, knew how good it looked naked or clothed.
Soon my whole ass burned like it was on fire. The cruel whip criss crossed my buttocks with lines of brutal pain until the agony drove me unconscious.
I woke only seconds later as the Sheriff waved foul smell salts under my nose.
“You don’t go to sleep on me girl! I aint finished with you.” he snarled.
My head hung down, my sweaty hair hanging damply across my sweating face in a tangled mass. I looked down at my rounded breasts protruding from my thin ribcage. Sweat beaded out on them now, and all down the smooth white flatness of my belly and across my hips. I could feel drops sliding down into my light pussy hair.
The crop whistled through the air again and again. Now it brought only a shallow grunt from my lips. My senses were so overwhelmed by agony, my back already so afire, that the renewed lashes brought only short stabs of pain.
The sheriff seemed to realize this. He didn’t like my just hanging there not responding properly to the blows. He stopped and moved around me. His hand gripped my sweat damp hair, yanking my head up. Angrily he pulled my head way back between my arms, thrusting my chest outward.
I whimpered at this new abuse, at the pain coming from my hair at his brutal pulling. My throat tightened and hurt from the pressure of being forced so far back. Then the crop cracked down across my right breast.
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