Chapter 3

"Fix some dinner," where Ash's parting words after she had sucked Doug's cock and had the shit squeezed out of her tits by the pliers.

As she took a much needed rest on the floor, she remembered what Ash had told her before leaving to help his brothers with the work. But what the hell did she know about cooking?

Not a damned thing. But that didn't solve her problem. Ash had said to fix dinner, and by God, she'd do it. After she cleaned up and got some clothes back on, that is.

She had no idea what suitcases contained what as the maids had done the packing. Maids, she thought, had it just been this morning that she had maids waiting on her every wish. And now look at her.

She had been beaten, front and back, from neck to knees. She had been fucked in her pussy, ass and mouth by her three cousins. She had had her damned tits pinched by pliers, for Christ sake. And she was to fix a meal that she had no idea of how to go about it? And on top of all of that, she couldn't even find a damned pair of jeans. They must have been packed in the bags that Doug lost when he turned around.

Great. Just fucking great, she thought, as she settled for a loose fitting sweatshirt and sweat pants and made her way to what she hoped was the kitchen.

Great. She found the kitchen, if the stove proved it was one. But that was the entire extend of her knowledge as she began to open cupboards and look inside. Boxes cans and more boxes and cans filled them all. Well, at least the boxes had directions on them, so she started with them.

Cups, tablespoons, teaspoons, dash, until blended, grease pans and so on blurred before her eyes as she investigated yet more cabinets in search of pots and pans to put the boxed and canned contents in. Then it was on to try to discover how the hell one went about lighting the stove and oven.

An hour later she had created a massive mess, most of it on her and had some lumpy totally unappetizing things on the table as four hungry men entered the kitchen. An instant later, Pa was shouting at her.

"What the hell is this mess? Why the hell ain't dinner ready," was accompanied with his hand against the side of her head, sending Carrie to the floor. A second later she was up and doing her own screaming.

"Dinner, as you call it, is not ready because I don't know how to cook and because your damned sons have been fucking the shit out of me all damned afternoon, you damned bastard."

That was rewarded with another hit to the side of her head, this time sending her across the lumpy filled kitchen table.

"Hold her, boys. It's time to teach her some manners," he told them as he, too, pulled his belt out of his pants.

The boys grabbed her arms and held her down as Ash stood off to the side to see his Pa's reaction to her already whipped ass.

"Pull 'em down and out of the way, Ash. It's teaching time."

"Sure thing, Pa," as he took the elastic in his hands and pulled her pants to her ankles.

"Hell, you boys been fooling around her already?"

"Sure, Pa. Want me to hold her legs still?"

"You do that Ash."

Carrie screamed as yet again she was being held by her cousins, only this time it was to be her uncle that whipped her whipped ass as she was forced over the edge of the table. Again the whistle of leather through the air came her way as Doug and Gary held her arms as Ash clamped his arms around her legs.

Pa didn't whip as hard as his sons, but then her ass was already whipped and it hurt like hell as they encouraged him to do it harder and faster. Fortunately, his stamina wasn't up to their standards either, but she still screamed at him to stop and finally he did.

"You don't cook, you don't eat. Go to the damned living room."

Carrie knew it was useless to argue, so she bend down and began to pull her pants back up.

"Nope. I want to see your whipped ass. And your tits too," came from Ash.

Carrie didn't even consider objecting. She stepped out of the pants and pulled the sweatshirt off and stood up. "Happy now?"

"Yep. Now go like Pa said."

She went.

She watched as Ash and Gary made a meal and then they all ate it. Except her. But she did get the privilege of washing up the dishes afterwards. She was just thankful that even she could manage that feat as Ash watched her every move and her naked body until she was finished.

"Clean the house. We'll be back at dark."

Carrie decided that even if she knew nothing about cleaning she had to make the place look better than it was as she found broom, dustpan and rags.

She didn't have the nerve to put on clothes as she managed to get the dirt off the floors and walls and on to her as she went from room to room with her unfamiliar tools.

By dusk she was ready to drop and they returned to the house.

"Come on, Carrie. I'll at least show you how to make coffee."

She silently followed Ash to the kitchen for her instructions. The coffee perking away he told her about eggs, bacon, toast, ham and gave her a book with receipts for breads, meats, vegetables and desserts.

"Why couldn't you have told me this earlier, instead of letting your Pa whip for something I didn't know?"

"Because, Carrie, you had a lesson to learn."

"What lesson?"

"On how to obey. So tell me, did you learn that lesson, Carrie?"

"I... yes I learned it, Ash. I learned it real well."

"That's good. Come here."

She came and stood in front of him. She didn't even pull back as he reached for her battered tits and took them in his hands. "Just make sure you don't ever forget it, Carrie."

"I... I ah won't."

"Good. Take out my cock and suck me off."

Pride can go to hell, she thought, as she dropped instantly to her knees and began to pull his cock out of his pants. A second later it was deep in her throat.

"I'm going to bed... "

"Yea, Pa?" He said as his father walked in the kitchen. "Keep sucking Carrie." She kept sucking as Luke looked at them. "What did you want to say, Pa?"

"I... I'm going to bed. Make sure she stays put, we need her money."

"She'll stay, Pa. Don't worry. Go on ahhh to bed."

As she silently closed her bag, Carrie gave one last look at her bedroom. A mattress tossed on the living room floor where she had been informed was where she was to sleep from now on.

Well, the hell with her cousins and her uncle, she thought, as she slipped the strap over her shoulder and made her way to the front door. Then through it, closing it behind her.

Carrie had absolutely no idea which way to head, but that fact didn't stop her as she stepped off the front porch into the bright light of the full moon and started walking. She didn't give a damn where she was going. She was too concerned in just getting the fuck away from there. Having had her first taste of fucking, she knew that that wasn't the reason she was leaving.

She was leaving because she was too scared to stay. It scared the shit out of her to remember how she had reacted not only to the fucking, but to the accompanying pain. If only to herself, she admitted that she liked it. Not just the fucking, but the pain too. It was one thing to be forced. A totally different thing to like the force used. To anticipate it. To want it.

That was scary as hell. Scary enough to know that if she stayed around she'd get used to it and want it even more. No, it wasn't safe to stay here. She'd get away and forget all about liking pain. It was too sick to even admit to herself.

"Ash, Pa, Gary, she's getting away!"

Carrie turned at Doug's shouted words that split the silence of the night. A second later she turned back and started to run. She dropped the bag and ran even faster.

She had almost reached the fence surrounding the McRae farm when a thousand pounds slammed into her back and drove her face first into the ground.

"Not a smart move, Carrie," Ash said as he pulled her up to her feet.

"I... ahh Ash I can't stay here."

"You're staying, Carrie. I'll make sure of that."

"I'lll aah give you the money, just let me go. Please Ash. I can't stay here. I can't."

"You're staying, Carrie, and I'll take your money, too. Now get in the house."

"The bitch tried to leave, Pa. I came out here to get a fuck and she was gone."

"Go get the strap, Douggie. It's time to teach her a lesson."

"Right, Pa. You want the big strap?"

"I sure as hell do. Need something big to get her damned attention long enough to make her stay put where she belongs. Bring her in here, Ash."

"She's coming, Pa. Aren't you, Carrie?"

"I... I'm coming, Ash."

"I kinda thought you might. You can take your clothes off here. You won't be needing them."

She didn't even bother protesting. She dropped her clothing on the living room floor and walked into the kitchen where Uncle Luke was waiting for her. She didn't even flinch at the fat strap he held in his hand. She just walked over to the table and laid over it, her ass presented for Luke's strap as Ash gave her a smile.

"You're learning, Carrie. Now hold still for Pa. Hold real still."

Luke didn't take into consideration the fact that she had had her ass whipped twice already that day. He laid into her with all the strength he could muster as he worked himself into a rage.

"You don't cook. Or clean. Or any damned thing a woman should do. You give me trouble, bitch, and I'll make you wish you'd never been born. Good women don't sneak out in the middle of the night. Good women take care of their men. You're a lazy, good for nothing whore sent here to tempt my boys. I aught a nail your hide to the wall. You mess with me again and see if I don't do just that."

And on and on he raved. And on and on he whipped her ass as Carrie kept her eyes glued to Ash. To where she knew the real threat came from as he talked to his brothers as his father whipped her ass.

"We got to keep here, Doug."

"I know that, Ash. But how? We can't watch her every damned minute. Hell look what happened when we went to bed."

"I see. And I also know why you were up to find her gone. I told you she was mine, didn't I?"

"Well, yea, but what's a fuck got to do with her being yours?"

"You ask me before you do it, is what. Got that?"

"Yea, I got it. But how we gonna make her stay?"

"You ever finish those fancy chrome rings you been working on?"

"You mean the ones I thought I'd try on the boar to keep him from rutting under the fence, or the larger ones for harnesses and such?"

"That's the ones I'm talking about. Every finish them?"

"Hell, yea. Months ago. I even worked on some rings to hold the hoist together so it won't break again."

"What kind of rings have you made?"

"Big bastards. I even coated them with chrome so they won't rust when it rains. And I made a pair of grooved pliers to fit them. Why?"

"How big are these rings of yours?"

"Oh, about three inches across and a quarter an inch thick. Why?"

"You got them to self-lock like you planned?"

"Sure. That was the easy part. But what's all the sudden interest in my rings, Ash?"

"We need a way to keep cousin Carrie here, don't we?"

"Sure but... You're gonna put rings in her? Like with the pigs noses?"

"Yep. But I sure as hell ain't going to put them in her nose."

"Then... Her tits?"

"Yep. Go get your pliers and fancy rings, Doug. Pa will be finished in a bit."

"You sure, Ash," Gary asked, as he contributed his first comment.

"I'm sure. We put rings in her tits and tie them off, she sure as hell ain't going to go no where, now is she?"

"How about those chains we use for loggin', Ash. I got a good supply of locks so we can chain her wherever we want her to stay."

"Hey, Doug, when did you get so smart? Bring the locks and chains, too. Move it. Pa's almost done whipping her ass. Get something to hold her to the living room too."

Uncle Luke made her ass flame up in heat and pain but it wasn't Luke that held the threat to her very survival. It was Ash. Ash who had somehow worked his way inside her, not her flesh. Even as he talked with his brothers he kept his eyes on her and if she so much as looked like she was ready to get away from his father's strap, he sent her a look that instantly stopped it. Stopped her from even thinking of moving. Stopped her from voicing the least complaint.

But it didn't stop her from knowing that she was doomed. She knew, of a certainty, that she could never leave Ash. Knew that from this moment on her life would be spent in doing what made Ash happy. Be it pain, or humiliation, or fucking his brothers and letting his crazy father whip her body. She knew it and deep down inside she accepted it. Reveled in it. Wanted it.

She couldn't explain it. Or understand it. But she knew it for a fact as she screamed under Uncle Luke's strap. She knew it as she watched Ash's eyes. She knew she was destined to obey him. Her cousin. Her lover. Her... master, because he was the master of her fate. He was the one who had broken her will, her pride and it was him that she would follow.

"You're a whore, like all women are. The only thing you understand it a man in your damned pussy or ass. You think just because you got a cunt, you're God's gift. Well, you ain't no gift. Around here you work or get beaten. And if the boys want to fuck you, you damned well better let them, whore."

Ash noticed that Pa was slowly winding down. His arm was beginning to shake from wielding the heavy strap. His breathing was heavy and deep and he was starting to repeat himself. Ash respected his Pa if only because he was his father, because he had known since his mother had died that he was crazy. Crazy because he knew he had killed her. And in his own strange way, Ash knew he had loved her. Knew because he had never had another woman since she had died five years ago.

Luke was damned tired. It had been years since he had whipped ass in the middle of the night. Not since Harriet had died had he even been inspired to. But Ash had explained it to him. They were to get fifty dollars a month to keep Carrie here and they needed every penny of it. Hell, the farm had always been a minimal provider. It was over worked and showing the strain, and if he was to keep his boys here, they needed it desperately.

They had to keep her here for the money, and he knew that if the boys had a fuck around they'd be more likely to stay and keep the farm going. It was all he had to give them. All he was given. All he had left in the world except his sons to carry on after him. But he was so damned tired.

Luke dropped the strap on the floor and took a deep breath. "Keep her here, Ash. Make her stay and work. I'm going to bed."

"Good night, Pa. And don't worry, I'll make sure she stays as long as we need her."

"Good boy, Ash." Luke walked away, leaving his niece laying across the table, her ass flaming from his strapping. But he didn't have to worry. Ash would keep her here for the money they needed. He closed his door behind him.

"Fix me some coffee, Carrie. I'm thirsty. Gary, go give Doug a hand, that stuff must be heavy and very awkward to move."

It was said calmly and if Carrie hadn't known better she would have thought it a normal request. But she did know better. It wasn't the coffee that was important, it was the obeying of his orders and requests. It was moving her painful body to do as he wanted her to do.

Using her hands on the table top, she pushed herself up, groaned in pain, and walked over to where the stuff was kept for coffee and began to make it as the stove heated up. All the time aware that Ash watched her closely. Very closely.

Ash did watch her as he tried to figure out just what it was about her that was so different. He had had many women in his life. Women he had fucked. Women he had beaten. But Carrie was different and he didn't know why and that had bothered him. Would until he figured out why and how.

Part of it was, he knew, was her reaction to him. He sensed that for some unknown reason, she wanted to do what he wanted. It wasn't just the sex or the pain. It went deeper. As if it were a compulsions on her part. Early when they had beat and fucked her, she had watched him. Not Gary and Doug. It was his words she listened to and obeyed.

Was that it? Was it as simple as that? He knew that she created feelings in him he had never felt before. It went beyond lust. She wanted to please him. No matter his request. And that he had never been offered before.

He also knew that she fought him and his brothers so they would treat her the way he wanted her to be treated. It was like when he held the pliers to her tit and she had placed her hands over his. She hadn't tried to pull them away. She had pressed his hands harder together as if knowing it would please him. And it had. Oh, yea, it had.

But there was something more too. Why did he patiently explain how to cook to her? How to make it easier for her? For some reason, vaguely understood by both of them, he knew he wanted her to be willing hurt.

Ma was like that, he remembered. Thousands of times she'd do something that she knew would rile Pa. Rile him enough to tie her up and strap her, then fuck the living daylights out of her. One time he had even asked her why she did it, and she had said, because, Ash, it's what he wants me to do. He needs a reason to treat me the way he really wants to.' It had taken him a while to figure it out-Ma loved Pa. It was as simple as that.

Did that mean Carrie loved him?

Was that why she did what she did to egg him on? To make it even harder for herself? Anyone in their right mind would just offer pussy, ass or mouth and be free of the accompanying pain. But not Carrie. She had struggled, swore, twisted and fought the entire time. And with every struggle, swear, twist and fight, he'd liked it more.

Hell, the reason he had been so quick to catch her was that he was on his way to her again, just like Doug was. Yea, she was different. And look at her now. It was like she was parading her body for him. She bent over and showed him her whipped ass. She reached up and showed him her whipped tits. And she scratched her cunt as if it had an itch. And he followed each of her movements and smiled.

"You like what you see, Ash?"

"I like it, Carrie. l like it a whole damned lot. How about you?"

"I... I like it, too. That's why I was running away. I like it too much."

Again he smiled. "Then you aughta just love what's coming up. Bring me the coffee, Carrie."

She didn't bother asking the obvious question, as she knew it would be explained in time anyway as she filled his cup and brought it to him. "Here you go, Ash. Enjoy it."

"I will. Just as soon as you turn around, bend over and show me your blistered ass while I drink it."

Carrie hadn't missed the lump in his pants, as for some reason that seemed to be the focal point in her life, as she obeyed him and presented her ass to him. Ash caressed her ass as he drank his coffee and thought about the next few minutes, days, weeks and maybe years. For a gal that was a virgin just that morning her pussy was sure as hell dripping wet, as he watched it dribble down the insides of her spread legs.

"Use your hands and spread your ass cheeks and pussy for me, Carrie. I want to be able to see inside you."

Grabbing flesh where ass and legs met, she pulled herself apart for his gaze. And her lust. It didn't matter that her hands caused increased pain in her whipped ass and pussy. She pulled until they would open no more as she felt Ash's fingers slide up and down her wet track.

"Like that, don't you?"

"I... ahh yeess, I liikke it, Ash."

"Like it better if it was my cock, too, wouldn't you?"

"Yyyesss aahh yesss."

"Well, tell you what, you be a good girl and do what I tell you and I'll fuck you until you tell me to stop. How's that sound?"

It wouldn't make any difference what he did to her, she thought, as he ran three fingers in and out of her pussy, then her asshole. "Yyyyesaah yeesss." As she held herself open for him and he added a fourth finger to his driving hand, shoving and jerking it inside her openings. First one, then the other as she felt herself climbing the spiral sexual ladder of lust and need.

Ash pulled his hand away from and her, and said, "Lay on the table, Carrie. Lay on your back so I can see the tits I whipped today."

Gratefully she did, as she didn't think her legs would be supporting her much longer. And she wasn't foolish enough to place her entire body on the table. No, just her upper body laid there as her legs hung down and spread as wide as she could hold them. When Ash smiled at her she smiled back, as again his fingers came to her pussy and asshole.

"Holy shiiitt, Ash, what a fucking sight to be greeted by," came from Doug as he and Gary walked in the kitchen and saw their cousin offering Ash anything he wanted to take.

"Got her all nice and tamed, have you," asked Gary as he set his bag on one of the chairs and looked at his suddenly very passive cousin on the table as Ash rammed fingers in and out of her pussy and ass.

"No. Not tamed. Never tamed. Just under control. Isn't that right, Carrie?"

"I... ahhhh yeessss," she managed to get out around her constricted throat. Constricted with lust. She was on the very verge of coming. She knew it. And so did Ash as the other two came up beside her on each side of the table.

She had seen each of them carrying large burlap bags and had heard them thump on the chairs. They both sounded very heavy, but she really couldn't give them much attention. That was focused on Ash and what he was doing to her and making her body respond to.

"Carrie and l have come to an agreement, boys. She'll do as l say," he rammed all four fingers up her pussy, "and I do what I want. Isn't that right, Carrie?"

"YYyeaasssss yessssaahhha."

"Oh, no, Carrie. Don't come yet. Don't come. Wait until I tell you to."

Gary and Doug looked on in amazement as they saw their cousin struggle not to come as their brother sank his entire damned fist up her sucking pussy and held it there.

"Get them ready, Doug. And make sure they are damned clean. She gets an infection and I'll ram your balls down your own throat instead of hers."

"Ah sure, Ash."

Doug looked around to find some kind of disinfectant. They didn't have anything as normal as rubbing alcohol, but he did spy the jug of corn liquor and used that to pour over the chrome rings he had made to hold the hoist they used to raise bales of hay into the loft.

Each ring was made of cast iron. Heavy and indestructible, that he had coated with chrome to keep from rusting in the weather. And as he held the huge rings to clean them, he couldn't help but imagine how they would look in his cousin's tits. Not her fucking nipples, but her tits. The sheer size of them made it impossible for her nipples. They'd rip them to shreds with the slightest tug.

No, these rings would be in tit flesh, way above the brown nipples.

"Lay them on her tits, Doug, so she can see them. So she can imagine them driving through her tits to make me happy as I fuck her like I promised."

Rings in her fucking tits?

She jumped when Doug laid them on her pointed tits. Jumped from the cold. Jumped from the size of them. They weren't closed, she could see that, but it was easy to ascertain their size when they would be.

Doug had laid them so she could see the opened ends. One was needle sharp, flaring up to a bump, becoming slender then again fat until it became the same diameter of the rest of the metal. The other end was hollowed and she knew that the point would go inside it. The flared base of the needles would click into place inside the hollowed ends. She saw no releasing mechanism and knew that once in her, they would never be removed.

Never. Not for the rest of her life, as Ash's hand brought her closer and closer to a climax.

"Don't you dare come, Carrie. You come and I'll put the damned rings in your pussy instead of your tits." He could feel her pussy starting to vibrate, knew that she wanted so damned much to come, and knew that she wouldn't if she could help it.

She stared at the rings lying on her tits. She felt Ash's hand churning away up her recently opened cunt. And she felt her passions rising, coming almost to the yearned for peak of ecstasy she had tasted for the first time that day. And she fought them all. Fought them to keep from coming.

She raised her eyes to Ash's, away from the promised pain of the rings, away from the sight of his hand entering and leaving her cunt, to see the determination in his eyes. Eyes that told her more than words that if she came he'd do it. He'd drive the massive rings into her pussy.

But she also knew it wasn't that threat that made her suppress her passions. No, that was actually looked forward to some time in the future at his choosing. It was her desire, her obsession, her need, to make him happy. To fulfill his desires that stopped her spiraling passions until she again had them under some control.

"Fit the ring in your pliers, Doug, and give them to me while you and Gary hold her arms over her head and I put them in her."

Carrie didn't wait for the boys to take her arms. She raised them over her head herself as she stared intently at Ash between her legs. Watched him take the weirdest looking pliers she had ever seen from Doug, as he pulled his hand out of her leaving a vast void in its place.

Watched him reach for her beaten tits. Tits that he had beaten earlier that very same day, and press his left hand into her left one. Squashing her boob, making her nipple stand up tall and proud on the end as he moved the ring holding pliers just below his fingers and began to close them around her tit.

The hollowed base pressed into the bottom of her tit as the needle pointed end came at the top of it as he held everything in place and shoved his cock up her vacated cunt.

"Now you can come, Carrie. Now, while l put the ring in your tit. NOW!"

He drove the needle end into her, squashing her tit against the opposing sides of the ring and pliers as his cock drove to her very core. She kept her eyes on his, felt the pain to her tit, the joy of his cock inside her. And came.

God, how she came as he drove cock and ring into her body. And she continued to come as he quickly slid the other ring into the pliers and drove a ring through her right tit as she fucked her. And fucked her. And fucked her.

Carrie could only feel. Feel the pain he had given her. Feel the pleasures he was giving her. Feel her body explode over and over. Each successive peak higher than the last.

"Waash away the blood Douug."

Doug looked at the jug of moonshine he still held in his hand. Looked at Ash's strained face. And dumped the entire contents on her ringed tits as they both screamed and the blood flowed over her tits, onto her chest and then to the table as they fucked away to their obvious enjoyment as he and Gary looked on.

And what pleasure could they possibly derive from looking on, you may well ask?

Read on to find out.

And remember, wherever there are lookers, you are bound to find swollen cocks.