Chapter 10
"Where the hell is breakfast," vanished all thoughts Samanthia might have had about going back to sleep, as yet another strange voice shouted the rafters down.
Rolling over to see the cause of the new invasion of her much needed sleep, Sam saw what could only be Pa McRae. But she had no more than come to that conclusion than he was heading straight for her. And he had his damned belt in his hand, swinging it back as he approached.
"Get your damned ass in the kitchen and make some food, woman," he said as he swung the belt, hitting her ass as she tried to crawl away.
"Pa, that ain't Carrie."
"I don't give a shit who it is. It's female and females cook food," he said as he followed her around the room and swung his belt at her retreating ass.
"Pa, stop that. I'm here," Carrie said as her and Ash walked through the door and saw what was going on. "Doug, damn it to hell, help her."
"Why? Don't look like Pa's doing much harm."
"Damn you aouuhhaaaa Doug, call him offaa ahhhao, he's crazzzy. Damn it ollldddd man stoppp ittt."
"Sam, can you cook," Carrie asked as she stepped between Pa and Samanthia and offered Pa her ass to strap so Sam could get away from him.
"Hell, ya, I can cook... whattt?"
"Then go get it started ahhh while I take care of Pa ahh for you. Go."
Samanthia couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Carrie, who was much more marked than she had been just last night, was calmly leaning over a chair as Pa McRae laid into her ass with his damned belt creating yet more marks, as she told her to fix food. Well, hell, she thought, if she can do that for me, I sure as hell can cook for her.
Getting her feet under her, Sam made her way into the kitchen as she continued to watch Pa and Carrie. No doubt about it, she thought, they're both nut cases. As Sam grabbed pots and pans and began to fill them with food she counted, Pa wielded the belt, Carrie took each stroke, and the boys looked on as if nothing in the world was going on.
"Stop it! Leave her alone. The food is cooking for Christ's sake."
Pa finally came to a halt, wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath. "You boys get washed for breakfast."
Samanthia watched as the four of them walked out. "You ahh you all right, Carrie?"
"Oh, sure. Don't think nothing of Pa. He's nuttier than a fruitcake. Here, let me give you a hand."
The gals fed Pa and the boys. Breakfast over, the men left for their chores as Carrie and Sam cleaned up the kitchen and got better acquainted.
"So?"
"So what, Carrie?"
"So was Doug a good fuck?"
Sam laughed, but seeing the serious look on Carrie's face, and remembering just how good he had been, she answered, "Damned good."
"Great. So, you planning on staying for a while?"
"I... oh hell, why not. But I ain't sleeping on no damned floors."
"Fair enough. I'll take to Ash and see if you and Doug can have his room. He doesn't use it anymore. He sleeps with me in the living room."
"Every night?"
"Oh, no. Some nights we like to fool around in the barn like last night."
"Carrie... I ahh, don't take this wrong, but are you nuts?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then why in the hell do you put up with it for?"
"You mean the pain bit?"
"Yea, damn it, the pain bit."
"Because Ash likes it. Here pull up a chair and I'll tell you how it all started."
Several hours later Carrie's story was completed, lunch was well on its way to being ready, and Sam was trying to absorb all she had heard.
"But you're rich."
"So? What's that got to do with anything?"
"You could have anything you wanted."
"But I have what I want. I have Ash. And Gary, Doug and Pa, too. What more could a gal ask for?"
"How about some unblemished flesh?"
"Sam, look at your own tits. Do they look unmarked? Hell, no. They're covered with hickies and bite marks. You have a hand print on your ass, along with a few red strips from Pa's belt. And I sure as hell don't hear you complaining."
"But... that's different."
"How? Oh, granted, you may not want a strap or whip taken to you, but I sure as hell don't hear you complaining either. Different people like different things. I happen to like pain. And so do you, even if it is lighter. And you'll have to look damn hard to find guys who can fuck like the McRae's can. Right?"
"Well, ahh you do have a point there."
"And?"
"Oh, all right. A bit of rough stuff isn't all bad if accompanied with some good fucking. Satisfied?"
"I sure as hell am. What about you?"
Sam paused. Then smiled and laughed. "I sure as hell am, too. Gary isn't half bad either."
"Ah, like a sandwich, huh?"
"I thought I'd jump out of my damn skin when they both fucked me this morning. Is that normal?"
"As normal as breathing around here. So, interested in staying on for a while?"
"I... oh, hell yes, I'm interested. As long as I don't end up looking like you."
"That's easy to avoid. Just don't let them tie you up. They do tend to get carried away when a gal's all tied up and defenseless. But," Carrie added with a leer, "they do fuck like hell when they tie you up, too. Just in case you're interested."
Doug was so dammed happy to have pussy and tits at his disposal, it took him five days to get around to tying up Sam.
Sam had easily settled into life on the rural farm. She helped Carrie with the food, laundry and cleaning, in between fucking.
Doug fucked her pussy at least three times a day. Gary had her ass at least once a day. And Ash had even managed to fuck her ass once, as Carrie was wedding the garden one day. Then, of course, there was Pa who didn't seem to notice which gal was which and laid his strap into which ever one he happened across when the mood struck.
Sam was feeling very content, and very fucked when Doug managed to tie her. Of course, he had had it all planned.
Sam was helping Carrie with the laundry when one of the clothes lines snapped, and as Carrie was chained to a peg in the ground, naturally, she was the one who went in search of one of the boys to fix it as Carrie held the clothes off the ground.
Ash knew what Doug was planning, as he had told him. So when Sam came and told him what had happened, he told her to get Doug who was in the barn. As Ash was walking to the clothesline, he heard Sam's scream as she entered the barn.
Doug wasn't wasting any time, he thought, as he helped Carrie fix the line. They both smiled at each other when they heard the noises coming from the barn.
"What's he doing to her, anyway, Ash?"
"I gave him a hand stringing up some rope in the barn. All he had to do was catch her. Want to play peeping torn?"
"Hell, yes." And the two of them made their way to one of the smaller doors of the barn and silently made their way to the center.
Sam had been totally surprised when Doug grabbed her as soon as she entered the barn. He had heard her talking with Ash, heard Ash tell her where he was, and had it all prepared when she opened the door.
Before her eyes could adjust to the dimmer interior, he had her wrists tied with End of the rope. And before she could do much struggling, he had her hanging from the overhead hook as her feet swayed above the straw covered floor.
"Let me doown thiss instance, Doug McRae, ahhh."
"Nope, Sam. That's not the way it works around here. So just shut the fuck up and enjoy what's about to happen."
"I willaa not shut fuckkkaaa uppp. Damn it, Doug, these ropes hurt."
"Ah, hell, Sam, I haven't even gotten a good start yet."
At that moment, Doug made the mistake of getting within range of Sam's feet, and she got him good. Right between the legs. Hell, if she'd been two inches to the left, she'd have smashed the shit out of his nuts. As it was, he would have one hell of a bruised thigh.
For the next five minutes Ash and Carrie were entertained by the action in front of them as Sam tried to kick his balls and Doug avoided her feet as he tried to catch them and tie them off to the sides. But he did finally manage to get her feet tied.
Then it was on to cutting off her clothes as she twisted and jerked as Doug tried not to cut her as the knife cut the material.
Finally the only covering she had was what the ropes covered on both wrists and ankles. Carrie had to admit, at least to herself, that Sam was quite a sight.
Hands tied over her head. Legs spread wide and tied off to stalls of the barn, leaving her cunt an open invitation. For the first time, Carrie had a very good idea of how she had looked on many an occasion. Damned inviting, she concluded, as she saw Sam's dripping cunt on display.
No wonder Ash and the boys insisted on doing it!
Hell, she was even getting excited by watching. Of course, some of her feelings could have come from the attention Ash was giving her body, too. But still it was exciting to watch.
Doug had her stretched out like a side of beef ready for butchering. The only things she could move was her head and hips. And when Doug finally picked up the strap and hit her ass, she sure as hell moved it as she screamed at him.
"Ddaaammn iiitt ahhhh Doug, I aaaaa ain't Carrie."
"Hell, no. You're mine, Sam. Mine. Carrie belongs to Ash. You belong to me." Thus saying he hit her ass again. And again. Not as hard as he hit Carrie's ass, but with enough force to leave lines on her flesh when the strap pulled away.
Sam knew that she would find herself in this predicament sooner or later, and had in fact, resigned herself to it. And as Doug laid into her again and again, she had to admit to herself that it wasn't as bad as she had imagined. Naturally, it hurt like the dickens. But there was also the fact that she could see Doug's cock pressing into his jeans. And that impressed the hell out of her.
So did the fact that her cunt was dripping like hell, too.
Since the first night with Doug, he had not been a gentle lover and she had grown to like his roughness to an extent, especially when he fucked her and she knew he was going to fuck her. His hard cock was more than enough evidence to come to that conclusion. And it really wasn't all that bad.
Oh, sure, her ass warmed up real fast. But so did her cunt. Faster in fact, as she couldn't keep her eyes off his cock pressing against his jeans as he stood to her side to whip her ass. But none of that stopped her from screaming.
Screaming because she knew Doug expected her to scream. And because it was kind of fun to yell at him as he strapped her ass, making it hotter with each stroke. But her cunt was heating up much faster. So fast that she was soon begging him to fuck it. Fuck it damned hard, in fact.
Doug couldn't resist her begging, and why should he, he thought, as he dropped the strap and drove his cock up her opened pussy and clamped his mouth on her tits. Sam was his. His pussy. His tits.