Chapter 3
It was dark and cold that night. Sharon had never been the type who enjoyed camping out. She preferred perfumed beds and satin sheets. She hated the thought of being dirty for very long.
It seemed like all of her nightmares had come true at once. She was scared to death of crawling things and she kept thinking she felt them on her body. For hours she called out to John, whimpering like a puppy away from home.
Finally John came outside.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked.
"I want to come inside," she said. "You can't treat me like this."
"You could have come inside - for one blow-job," he said.
"You're a disgusting animal," she said.
She had managed to get some dignity by standing up. The chain was stretched taut, but she could lean against the pole and keep off the ground. She wasn't sure she could do it all night long because already her legs were getting rubbery.
"So, I'm a disgusting animal," John said. "That may be. But you're a stupid bitch."
He kicked her legs out from under her suddenly. She hit the ground hard and all the air was knocked out of her. She sobbed for breath as he kicked her in the side with a heavy boot. She screamed in pain.
He knelt down beside her in the dirt and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her head back so that her neck was almost breaking.
"Now you listen to me, bitch," he said. "You shut your mouth or I'm going to come back out and knock all your fucking teeth down your throat and then cut your pretty face so that nobody will ever want to look at you again. That would be tough on a society bitch like you who enjoys getting her face in the newspapers!"
He released her. She started sobbing again, but she sobbed quietly because she didn't want John to come back outside. She realized that she was lying on the ground where all the crawly things were and she quickly jumped back up. She knew she wasn't going to be able to stand. She felt sick every time she tried. She slid back down to the ground again and sat with her back against the pole - and her imagination went wild.
She kept thinking that there were crawly things on her body. She kept hearing sounds in the woods around that disturbed her. She wondered if there were wild animals around somewhere. She wondered how big they were.
Sharon started sobbing again. She knew that this had to be one of the most horrible moments in her life. She started thinking that it might not have been so bad to have given him the blow-job he wanted, to have sucked his awful cock like Mary did.
"No," she said out loud. "I could never do that."
She didn't sleep at all that night. Just before dawn, she suffered the final indignity when it started to rain. Soaked and shivering, she was completely miserable.
She was glad when daylight finally came. She knew that Mary was awake because she could see smoke coming from the chimney. Perhaps they would come out and feed her. She was hungry.
It was Mary who came outside. She had two pans with her. She placed the pans near the porch and whistled. A mangy-looking dog came out from under the porch and started eating. Mary put the pan down. She patted the dog's head as the dog lapped the pan clean and then lapped up water out of the other pan.
Mary went back into the house. A few moments later she came back out with the same two pans. She went over to put them down on the ground in front of Sharon.
The stuff looked exactly like what the dog had been eating a few moments before - and out of the same pan.
"What is this?" Sharon asked.
"Your breakfast."
"You can't be serious," Sharon said indignantly.
"Suit yourself," Mary said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Please," Sharon begged as Mary started to walk away. "You could help me. You could call somebody. You could call my-husband or the police."
"Why should I?" Mary asked.
"There's money. There would be a reward. My husband would pay you a lot of money. You could get away from all this. Surely you can't be happy here?"
"I belong here," Mary said. "And so do you. You'll find that out sooner or later."
"I don't belong here," Sharon said.
Mary wasn't listening anymore. She had walked away and gone back into the house. Sharon just couldn't believe that these sick things were happening to her.
John came outside. He looked clean and well rested. He was grinning at her. He grinned at the mangy dog who came across the yard and ate Sharon's breakfast. Sharon felt sick.
"You have a nice night?" John asked her.
"You bastard," Sharon said. "How dare you treat me like this?"
"For a smart society lady, you sure are stupid," John said. "I can do anything I want with you, bitch. When are you going to understand that?"
"You're a sick animal," she said.
He kicked her, and she wasn't prepared for it. It hurt like hell. She folded up, gasping for breath. He walked around the pole and came back and kicked her again. She knew she was going to be bruised and sore.
"First lesson, bitch," he said. "You don't call me anything. You don't speak unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?"
"You sick bastard!"
It was the last time she said anything like that. She was hungry, wet and miserable but that was nothing to the way she felt a few moments later. He started kicking her with that heavy boot, kicking almost all the way down her body and back up again. He didn't kick her in the face, but he stepped on her hair and left it caked with mud.
"Do you understand?" he asked again.
"I understand," she moaned.
"You're getting smarter, baby. Now take your clothes off. I want my morning piece of ass."
She looked at him in surprise and horror, but she didn't say anything. His fucking her wouldn't make her any more miserable this morning. It couldn't. She reached up and untied her halter top and dropped it in the mud. It took her only a few more moments to peel her shorts down her long legs. She was naked. He put a boot between her legs and pushed them apart. She didn't argue. She just looked up at him with sad eyes.
"Let's see what your cunt looks like this morning," he said. "Hold your pussy open with your fingers. You know how. Just like they do in those men's magazines."
She didn't know how. She had never seen such a magazine. She knew she couldn't take any more beatings or another night like she had just spent. She had no courage left.
She reached down and held open the lips of her cunt so that he was looking into the pink inner cunt-flesh. He grinned at her.
"I'm kind of disappointed in you, baby," he said. "I thought you were going to have more fight in you. Well, it can't be helped. Get your pussy hot for me. Use your fingers."
She was beginning to think that he couldn't shock her anymore. Not ever. She slid a finger into her cunt and started moving it around. She felt sick and humiliated as he watched her finger-fuck her pussy.
"Another finger, bitch," he said. "Get it hot. Get those cunt juices flowing for me this morning!"
She was thinking that she barely felt anything at all. She was shivering all over as she pushed two more fingers into her cunt and-started fucking them in and out. She was not turned on, but it did make her pussy a little juicier. She could feel some of the wet cunt juices starting to coat her fingers.
"That's better," John said. "That's much better. You're starting to learn now. You just do what you're told and things will be a lot easier for you around here."
She gave a surprised gasp of pleasure as a little jolt of excitement went through her. She stopped moving her fingers and she hoped he wouldn't notice the hesitation. He didn't. He was rubbing the front of his jeans.
"There's nothing I like better than a little reluctant ass in the morning," he said.
He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his shorts down to his knees. His cock was only half hard, but it still looked so damned big.
She started finger-fucking. She didn't like the things she was feeling. She had just spent one of the most horrible nights in her life, and yet she could still feel those tingly sensations through her body.
"Take your fingers out of your pussy," he said. "Take them out. Put your hand on my cock!"
She wondered if he was going to make her suck his cock this morning. She also wondered if she could refuse. She knew she couldn't. She was like a zombie. She would do whatever he asked of her. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing base of his cock. She moved her fingers up and down.
Immediately, she could feel his prick getting bigger. His cock grew stiff in just a few moments. She could see some of his cock cream leaking out of the piss slit. She rubbed her fingers across his sticky cockhead and he groaned.
"You're doing fine, baby," he said. "You're going to be a good fuck by the time I'm done with you."
Her fingers coaxed his cock. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his swollen prick-flesh and started moving her hand up and down again. More of his hot pre-cum leaked out onto her fingers and made her fingers feel slimy.
"Are you ready to suck it?" John asked.
"Please don't ask me to do that," she begged him. "I'll try to make you happy, but please don't ask me!"
"You just haven't learned yet, baby," he said. "But it doesn't matter. You will."
He pushed her away from him again. He spread her legs with his foot once again. He nodded and she did as he wanted. She put her hand between her legs and started playing with her cunt again. She pressed her fingers into her cunt and started fucking them in and out. It was crazy, but she was starting to feel those sweet fires in her belly and her cunt. She stopped moving her fingers.
"What's the matter, baby?" John asked. "Your pussy getting a little worked up?"
She didn't say anything. She was so ashamed. She was made even more ashamed as the young girl came out onto the porch and stood watching. She had watched Mary sucking John's cock, but somehow it seemed even more lewd to have Mary watching her.
"Take your fingers out of your pussy," John finally said. "And then get up on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch in heat you are!"
She wished he would just fuck her the regular way and get it over with. She wasn't used to being treated this way. She was humiliated, but there was nothing she could do. She stopped playing with her pussy and she turned over on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at the lewdly grinning John.
"I'm almost tempted to stick my cock in your beautiful creamy ass," John told her.
She shivered in horror. She couldn't even imagine someone doing something disgusting like that. She couldn't stop herself from shivering, and it hurt when he slapped her across her bare ass.
"Stop moving, baby," he told her. "At least, not yet. Not until I get my prick into that sweet pussy of yours!"
John reached down and grabbed her by her hair. He held her head back as he guided his cock up between her plump thighs. He moved slowly as she felt his stiff prick pressed against her tight cunt.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said. "Your pussy feels like hot oil. That does feel good!"
He reached down to grasp his cock with his other hand. He pushed until his cockhead was wedged inside her cunt. He started rubbing his prickhead up and down inside her velvet cuntlips. She could feel his pre-cum dripping inside her. She was starting to get that tingly feeling again. She just couldn't understand how she could feel anything at all.
"Now you can move your ass, baby," he told her. "Now you can move your fucking ass. Move it, bitch!"
She started moving her ass and he fucked his prick deep into her cunt with one hard thrust. She gasped with astonishment as she felt how deep his cock was inside her pussy.
"Sweet pussy," he groaned. "Now you keep moving that ass, baby. I'm loving this!"
She started moving her ass again. She was moving forward and backward so that she was actually fucking him with her cunt. John wasn't doing anything. He seemed content to stand there and allow her to massage his cock with her cunt.
"This is the fucking way, baby," he told her. "I'm going to teach you to be a fucking great cunt, a fantastic fuck, before I'm through with you."
She wished he would fuck her and get it done quickly because there were things happening to her that she didn't understand. Her body was responding to his awful treatment. Perhaps it was because she was tired and hungry, but it seemed like her body was at the height of sensuality. Her nipples were hard, jutting points and her breath was coming slowly. She wanted to stop fucking, but she couldn't. She just kept fucking back and forth.
He was getting a little carried away. He started moving his hips and she could feel his cock fucking into her a little harder. He bent his body. His hands slipped around her and he let his fingers brush across her tits.
"You've got a hot body, bitch," John groaned. "Big tits and sweet ass and pussy. I'm going to keep you around for a long time, baby. A long fucking time."
Now she was gasping for breath. It was happening to her and she hated it. She hated John for making her feel this way. At that moment she hated all men, but she couldn't hate the fat cock that was filling her cunt.
"That's the way, baby," he groaned. "Keep shaking that sweet ass for me"."
His hands grasped her tits. He no longer held her gently. Instead, he gripped her tits like he was never going to let them go. He held onto her tits so tightly it hurt her. His fingers started pinching at her nipples.
"Now I'm going to give it to you, baby," he groaned. "Now I'm going to wear your hot ass out. Now I'm going to fuck you silly!"
He stopped just fucking in and out. Now he started to pound her pussy as hard as he could. Her body shook each time he stabbed his thick prick inside her. He was fucking his prick inside her deeply and practically splitting her cunt apart with every fuck-thrust.
"Hot pussy, baby," he groaned. "Oh shit, this is what I really fucking love. Hot fucking pussy!"
She thought he was going to rip her in half as he kept jabbing his prick into her. She felt his prick getting bigger inside her cunt. Some of his pre-cum was leaking into her pussy.
"Now you're going to get my cum, baby," he gasped. "Now you're going to get a pussy full of it. Oh shit, baby. I'm fucking coming. I'm fucking coming. Shiiiit!"
He fucked his prick into her as deep as he could. He remained still as his cum started spurting into her cunt. His body jerked as the rest of his cum completely filled her. He took his cock out of her pussy suddenly and let his cock cream run down the crack of her ass and wet the backs of her thighs. He kept pushing his prick against her ass crack until he was completely satisfied.
"You're getting better, baby," he said. "A lot better."