Chapter 4
Gary dumped twenty pounds of logging chain on the table next to his panting cousin as Ash pulled out of her clinging pussy.
Carrie felt the table rumble and shake at his actions but gave them scant attention. She was too caught up in herself and Ash to pay anyone else attention as she slowly weaved her way back down the spiraling ladder she had just climbed as Ash fucked and ringed her. But as he spoke, she forced herself to listen.
"Each of you padlock a ring to a chain, then give me the keys to the locks."
Carrie watched with some trepidation as the boys each reached for her tit rings and slipped a huge padlock in each one. The locks themselves had to weight a pound each, as she saw them drag ends of chains to them and click them shut.
Her eyes followed link after link of the chains. Each link was three inches long and made of heavy gauged iron. Just the padlocks and the first links made her tits fold over in half. How much did the entire chains weight? She concluded that each weighed at least ten pounds each.
She had twenty pounds of chains attached to her tits. And two pounds of locks. And rings that had to weigh at least a half a pound each.
But that was what Ash wanted. And that was what she would accept and wear until he took them off her, or didn't.
"Stand up, Carrie. I want to see how they look on you as Doug and Gary fuck your ass."
Curling her hands around the coiled chains on her stomach, she picked them up and sat up on the edge of the table. She looked down at her tits, rings and chains. Even supporting most of the weight of the chains, her tits still headed toward the floor as she held over fifteen pounds of iron in her hands.
"Stand away from the table, Carrie, and let go of the chains."
He said it so calmly. So forcefully. And with determination.
The links slid through her fingers, pulling more and more on her tits as she watched Ash watching her. The ends clanked on the wooden floor and more chain curled up on top of them as the last links slid through her fingers as tears streamed down her face. "
"Now turn around and put your hands on the table and offer your ass to Gary and Doug. You touch the chains or locks and I'll beat your tits while they do it."
For a fleeting moment she thought about doing just that, but decided that she needed time to heal around her new rings, so Ash could use them sooner.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on the table, letting the chains and locks pull her tits toward the floor and spread her legs.
"Fuck ahh my asss boys soo Ash can fuckk me again." Her knuckles turned white as she watched the sway of the chains pulling on her tits. She spread her legs wider and arched her back. "Fuuckkk mmyy assss. Fuucck it dddeep and aaaaaaahard."
"Me first, this time," came from Doug who had planned to do just that well over two hours ago, only to find her missing. God, he thought, what a damned two hours it had been, too, as he used his hands to pry her ass cheeks apart and jammed all the way up her ass with the first stroke.
Firmly in place, he reached for her ringed tits with his hands, only to be stopped by Ash saying, "No. Her tits and pussy are mine. Only mine. You and Gary want to fuck her, you use her ass or mouth. Got it?"
Both brothers got it real clear, as Doug settled for spanking her ass as he fucked it.
"Don't come, Carrie. You only come with me and when I say so. If you come without my permission, I'll have to think about the proper punishment. And don't think they won't tell me because they will. And so will you."
She knew he spoke the truth. About his brothers telling. And her, too, as she managed not to come as Doug, then Gary, fucked her whipped ass as Ash watched them.
"Bring the U-nails, hammer and come here, Doug, and I'll show you where I want them."
Carrie watched them walk away and go into the living room. A minute later the sound of hammer striking metal rang through the house as Doug drove the U-nails into the floor where Ash had told him to. She heard Ash say something about more locks and keys as Gary silently watched her from one of the kitchen chairs.
She knew he was trying to understand how she could be standing in the middle of the room, rings in her tits supporting locks and logging chains hanging from them as she kept her hands at her sides and let them pull her tits. Of course, she knew whey she didn't use her hands to hold some of the weight. Ash had told her not to. To just stand there. And that is what she did.
She stood there, letting the weight of the rings, locks and chains pull her tits toward the floor. She could see and feel a small trickle of blood coming from each. Could feel them hurting her. But she didn't even consider using her hands to alleviate the pain that Ash wanted her to feel. Because she could also feel her pussy drooling in anticipation of Ash fucking her again. And again.
He had promised to fuck her until she cried stop. She planned for that to be a long, long time. Hell, if possible, neither of them would get a wink of sleep as they fucked had hurt her the whole night through.
Ash and Doug came back to the kitchen, where he told them, "You two go on to bed. I'll take care of Carrie."
Neither voiced a complaint. Why should they? They had already fucked her ass and it was well past midnight and they were tired, as Ash led her to the living room and told her to lay back down on her mattress.
Dragging the chains behind her, she made her way to her bed and laid on top of its surface. Laying on her back, she reached her arms over her head and opened her legs. "Fuck me Ash. Fuck me all night long. Fuck me long, hard and deep."
"I will, just as soon as I explain the rules."
"Then explain them fast, Ash. My pussy is begging to be filled by your cock. Or your hand. Or your fucking head for all I care."
He smiled and walked toward her. Taking one chain in his hand he took the end over to one of the U-nails that Doug had pounded in the floor some eight feet away, as he began to explain.
"You will be chained here each night and I will do it. I have the only keys that will undo the locks. Each night your tits will be chained to the floor. No more running away in the middle of the night. I will also chain you as loosely or as tightly as I want."
"You will lay face up or down at my request. You will give me your pussy, ass or mouth for my cock or whatever else I want to use on you. Gary and Doug can only use your ass or mouth like I told them. You are never to let them fuck your pussy. If they do, tell me and I will take care of them. Understand, Carrie?"
"I... ahh yess I understand, Ash."
He walked to the other U-nail and fastened her other chain to it and came back to her as she felt her tits pulled slightly to her sides by the weight of the locks and chains.
"If I want I can fasten them tighter and pull your tits all night long. But not tonight. Tonight they are just to keep you in place. Now, raise your pussy and beg me to fuck it."
She did precisely that. Then later, she rolled over and let the chains pull her tits as she offered her ass to him. Then back over and offer and beg for his cock up her greedy snatch again.
Before the sun came over the horizon he had fucked her eight times, spanked her whipped ass with his hand, nursed on her tits until they were literally covered with hickies and held her in his arms as she finally went to sleep in total exhaustion.
Carrie settled into life on the farm as the days became somewhat predictable.
Each morning before Ash released her from her bed, Gary and Doug would come and fuck her before breakfast. Ash might fuck her and he might not before undoing the chains from the floor and she took care of her bodily functions, then fixed breakfast for her family as they took care of their chores.
After her first morning there, Carrie never saw any of her clothing again. She didn't need any anyway because as the days progressed, one, two or all three of her cousins would come in to fuck her when they had some free time. What was the use of dressing just to take them back off? None. She went around dressed in rings and chains as they made use of her body.
Her willing body. Be it for fucking or for the installation of more pain accompanied by fucking.
Through the cook book and Ash's instructions, Carrie learned how to cook. She also learned how to scrub floors while keeping her chains out of the way. To wash all the laundry on the farm as her chains were fastened to pegs driven in the ground. To weed the garden and not trip over them as one of her cousins kept an eye on her.
But she didn't need watching at all. She was more than content to remain. She lived for fucking and pain. She wasn't happy without either of them, just as she had feared her first night there. Gary, Doug, and sometimes Uncle Luke, would whip her ass or back or stomach. But it was Ash who whipped her tits and pussy. Those were exclusively his and as time passed tits and pussy was where she craved to have her pain given to her. Even if she begged the others to hurt her there, they wouldn't not even Pa.
No one was willing to mess with Ash.
Except for Carrie, that is. And she thrived in doing just that. She laid awake at nights just thinking of how she could get Ash to hurt her more. In more demanding ways. In more humiliating ways. In more painful ways. And the answer proved easy.
She sassed him. She talked back. She gave him lip until he could take no more and he'd reach for a strap, a whip, a belt or whatever else came into reach to teach her a lesson.
"Damn it Ash, I'm getting sunburned out here. Are you ever going to finish fixing that damned roof," she asked as she yelled at him for the tenth time that morning as she stood chained to a fence as he had left her over two hours ago. But, she was not on hands and knees like ordered.
No, she stood defiantly on her feet, hands on hips daring him to do something about it.
"I told you to get your ass in the air, Carrie. Now get it there."
"Well, I don't feel like getting a sunburned ass, Ash. What do you think of that?"
"I think, Carrie," he almost smiled as he understood exactly what she was doing and why, "that I'll just have to come down and make you do it."
"Yea? You and who else? Should I call the boys and Pa to help you?"
"No," he said at the bottom of the ladder he had just climbed down, "I think I can handle you all by myself."
"Oh, yea?"
"Yea. Real sure, Carrie. Now, you going to do as told or do I have to take a strap to you?"
"Do you see my ass waving in the air, Ash?"
He did smile at that one. She made it so damned clear that he could do whatever the hell he wanted to do to her. And love each and every second of it.
"No I don't. But you know something, Carrie? It isn't your ass I'm concerned about right now."
"Oh?"
"No. I think you have an attitude problem that needs some attending to."
"Attitude? Where the fuck you hear that word before?"
"I heard it and know what it means, Carrie. Just see if I don't. If your ass isn't waving in the air catching the sun rays when I return, you'll see exactly what I mean."
With that, he walked away as Carrie caressed her tit chains and remained standing exactly where she was. I wonder what he'll think of this time, she thought, as she twirled one of her chains to pull her tit.
If he thought the ropes and straps he was bringing back would scare her, he was dead wrong. She had learned to really love a bit of bondage, too. And instead of the ropes scaring her, they made her pussy drool more than it had been doing for the past two hours as she watched Ash's body move over the barn roof as he repaired it.
When he walked up to her and reached for her wrist, she held it up for him as he tied the rope around it. Then did the same to her other one.
"You don't know what sunburn is. But you'll find out." Taking one rope he tied it to a fence rail as she calmly stood in place and let him pull her arm to the side. The other rope he tied to a nearby tree and her arms were pulled as far as they would go.
Her pussy gave a squirt of juice as more were fastened to her ankles and she was roped into place in the middle of the yard.
"Is this suppose to scare me, Ash? Because if it is, you're failing."
"No. This is just the beginning, Carrie. l want to see if the bottoms of your tits will burn too."
Again he walked away. This time to the hoist above the barn loft and pulled the rope from it down and came back to her and picked up the ends of her tit chains and tied the rope to them.
Carrie instantly understood how the hell the bottoms of her tits were going to be exposed to the sun's burning rays as he pulled her tits, chains and all, up toward the top of the barn by the hoist rope.
He pulled so far she stretched forward. That helped him take up the slack. Arched forward as far as she could with her arms and legs tied off, Carrie saw her tits being more than stretched. She could actually see daylight between the rings and her healed flesh, they were pulled so much. She could also see her nipples were hard as rocks.
"Have I got your attention yet, Carrie?"
"Youuuaaa you got ittt Assshh and then some," she managed around the pain in her stretched tits.
"Good. Now, to illustrate how venerable you are."
Taking up one of the straps he had brought with him, he slammed it into her tied off tit. Smashing her nipple back into the metal rings.
"Dammnnn ittt Aasssssshh you'll rip mmmmy rrrinngs ouuttttttt of mmmeee doing thattt."
"Like I said, Carrie. You have an attitude problem that needs correcting."
The fat strap smashed her other tit as her body easily read the new pain to her pulled and stretched tits. Again and again it landed on her ring pulled tits until she thought the fucking rings would rip through her skin.
But Ash knew exactly what he was doing. His intention was to beat her tits, not pull the rings out of her. And he did just that, turning them redder than any sun ever had as Carrie screamed and twisted in front of him. But she had no place to go. Her one and only option was to kneel on the ground and that would entail pulling the rings right out of her.
He turned the tops, sides and bottoms of her tits not only red, but black and blue also before he changed target areas and brought the strap up to her exposed, leaking pussy with a good deal of strength as she jumped as far as her bounds would allow.
He beat her pussy. She screamed in pain/pleasure and the cycle was repeated. And repeated and repeated until she thought that her legs would give out beneath her for the sheer volume of climaxes she had experienced during the instruction of her attitude problem.
But as Ash dropped the strap and grabbed her ass cheeks and drove his cock up her whipped cunt, she didn't have to worry any more about her legs supporting. Ash took care of that problem, just as he took care of all her problems.
He fucked her. God, how he fucked her there in the middle of the yard while bound and stretched out by the ropes, chains and rings connected to her body as she came with each and every stroke of his cock.
He almost pulled her legs out of their socket when he lifted her at his climax. But she didn't care. She was too busy coming herself to notice such an insignificant thing as pain to her legs.
He finally withdrew from her, and said, "I'll send the boys around to whip and fuck your ass, Carrie. I'm sure you'll like that, too, as you roast in the sun all damn day."
Sure enough Gary and Doug arrived after a while as Ash climbed back up the ladder and continued to work on the barn roof as his brothers used two straps to whip her ass. Then two cocks to fuck it.
"Hey, Gary, come back in an hour and do it again. Doug, you come back in two. Carrie will be here all damned day for fun and games."
They eagerly agreed to his time schedule as he climbed back down the ladder and took up the strap himself and again whipped her ringed tits and opened pussy before fucking it.
Five minutes after he again climbed the ladder, Gary was back and whipping and fucking her ass.
Followed by Doug.
Followed by Ash.
Followed by Gary.
Followed by Doug, and Gary, and Ash. Doug, Gary and Ash. By the time the sun finally set she had been through six rotations of all her cousins. Her entire body was sunburned, whipped and exhausted.
And of course dinner wasn't ready for Pa, so he whipped her ass too.
She was one very content and hurting young lady as she slept that night chained to the floor as usual. That night chained on her stomach. Hell, she thought, it didn't make any difference which way she laid. She hurt all the fuck all over.
She went to sleep with a smile on her fact.