Farm Girl – Seven

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by Dark Dreamer

“Enjoy yourself whore?” he sneered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up you little whore!” she snapped. “If you’d had the decency to keep your little pussy away from him none of this would have happened.!” then she stalked off towards the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stand up.” he ordered me.

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

There were scores of little pins and tacks that had been shoved through the soles of the sandals. They didn’t hurt, unless I tried to stand up of course. “That ought to keep you on the ground bitch dog!” he said gleefully.

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

Several of the dogs had fathered around to watch as he slammed his hips against my wide open crotch again and again. His hands slid down around my titties and squeezed and squished them as he grunted above me. Instinctively I spread my legs further apart as he fucked into me. My cunthole quickly began lubricating as the excitement mounted within my confused body. His hips pummelled my behind with brutal, furious strokes that halfway sent me to my face in the grass with the force.

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

“Little bitch slut!” he gasped. “Little fucking whooore! Cunt! Fuckhole! This is all you’re good for you little twat!” he growled. His cock slammed up inside me with ferocious lunging drives as my Father neared his cum. His hands were jerking my helpless body back and forth and I was perilously close to my own orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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