Chapter 5
"I'm pregnant, Ash. I thought you should know," she informed him one night at the dinner table with Pa and his brothers sitting around him as she placed his plate in front of him.
"I thought I might be last month. Now I'm sure." And she let her words hang in the air.
"Who's is it?" came from Pa as he looked at his sons. He knew it had to be one of them. Carrie hadn't left the farm since her arrival two months before.
"It has to be Ash's, Pa. Gary and Doug only fuck my ass and mouth. And of course you don't fuck me at all. It's Ash's."
"Well no damned grandson of mine is gonna be born a bastard. That's for damned sure. Take her into town tomorrow, Ash, and marry her all legal like. You hear me?"
"I hear you, Pa." But he wasn't looking at his father. No, his eyes were on Carrie. "You sure?"
"As sure as I am that you are the father. I've always been as regular as clock work. I could tell you the fucking hour I'd start. I've missed two periods, Ash. There is no doubt about it. You're going be a Papa yourself in about seven months or so."
"OK. We'll go into town tomorrow like Pa said. We'll get married. But nothing else will change. Got that, Carrie. Nothing."
She smiled at that as there was no way she wanted things to change. She had gotten used to having three good studs at her beck and call and didn't want to give any of them up. Of course, Ash was her major man. But Gary and Doug could sure as hell plow her ass and mouth. Besides, there were times that Ash was just plain tired and a gal needed to have her needs taken care of, didn't she.
"She's all mine tonight, boys. Find something else for entertainment. I got me a bride to tend to."
"No problem, Ash. Keep her to yourself today and tomorrow," came from Gary who knew the way the wind was blowing. He wasn't sure if Ash loved her, but if he didn't it was as close as he would ever come to doing so with anyone.
"Right. Take two days." Doug reluctantly agreed with Gary as he wondered what he'd do in the mean time for relief. Maybe he'd look up Mary Sue again. Yea, that's what he'd do. She hadn't complained when he beat and fucked her last year.
"I can't feel no baby, Carrie," Ash told her later as he had his hand up cunt as she squirmed around his hand.
"Iiit'sss too small yettt tooo feeelll youuu aasshole."
"Asshole, am I? Well I'll show you a use for an asshole. Roll over."
Ash didn't bother extracting his hand from her cunt as she did as he said. No, he kept it in her as she rolled over, got on her knees and offered her him asshole to ram his hand up. It wasn't the first time, as she eagerly obeyed.
Besides, that was her intent all along. Ash paid too damned little attention to her ass in her opinion unless she brought his attention to like she just had. Gary and Doug were fine. But it was Ash she wanted in her, no matter how or in what opening. But she began to have second thoughts on that as he didn't remove his hand from her cunt as he drove the other one up her ass until she was wearing both of his hands.
"If Iaa had more hands I'dd get them in you too. One down your throat and two more to whip you at the sameaaa time, Carrie."
God, what a thought, she thought, as he reamed both opening to the fullest extent. Ash with four, five, six hands at her disposal. Maybe he could manage a few more cocks too.
"FFffuccckk mmmmeeee Aaasshhhh fucckkk mee."
He took her at her word and rammed his hands in and out of her until he was sweating like a stuffed pig and pulled them out. He pulled her around and stuffed his cock down her throat as his hands went to her tit rings and pulled them in time to his thrusts until he exploded down her talented throat.
"Stand up, Carrie. It's time for some real fun. Your style. Painful. You're going to be one damned sore bride tomorrow. Get up."
Carrie stood, letting her chains hang from her tits as she looked at the man that tomorrow would be her husband. Her first cousin, husband at that. We just won't tell the judge or whoever, she thought. They frowned on those close of relations. In the two weeks she had known she was pregnant she had come to terms with that fact. Hoping that her children wouldn't be deformed because of it but more than willing to accept it if they were.
It was a small price to pay to stay with Ash.
They had retreated to the barn so it was an easy matter for Ash to reach for one of the ropes that hung down from the center beam to raise thing to and from the lofts. He noticed the sly smile on Carrie's face as he wrapped it around her waist, tying it off tight.
What surprised Carrie was the fact that he had tied it so the end knot was at her navel, not her back, as she watched him continue without voicing a word or offering any type of objection as he moved her body to his satisfaction.
He next tied her hands behind her back, the walked away to retrieve yet more ropes. Bringing them back, he knelt at her feet and wrapped each ankle in a substantial length of rope. Then, without a word of advice or warning, her pulled her legs out from under her and she was hanging face up by the rope around her waist as he tied each leg to a support post.
When finished her legs were as widely spread as possible, her back already aching from the unnatural position, and the ever present chains from her tit rings were pulling her tits to her sides as her hands waved just above the straw covered floor of the central section of the barn.
Quite an unusual position, she thought, as she continued to watch Ash make his preparations. She was sure that no other bride had such a pre-wedding night, and smiled at that thought.
Ash, too, was determined that the night before their wedding would be memorial, as he scoured the barn for implements to make it happen.
Dragging over a seventy pound bale of hay, he placed under her. Then taking the ends of the rope hanging from her wrists, tied it to the hay, pulling her more toward the floor and making the strain to her arched back even more.
He at least got the satisfaction of hearing her groan at that action. He pulled even more until one end of the bale of hay was off the floor as her hands turned blue. But other than her one groan, she remained silent as she challenged him to do his damnest.
Propping the other end of the hay on a convenient bucket, he reached under it and took hold of her tit chains. Undoing one of the locks that were always on the ends of her tit chains, he opened it and fastened the two chains together underneath the bale of hay.
"I'm willing to bet this gets a reaction out of you, Carrie," he told her, as he kicked the bucket aside with his foot and the seventy pound bale of hay was totally supported by her wrists and tits.
Carrie had no option in making his prediction come true as her tits were savagely pulled to the sides of her body by the weight of the hay, as she screamed out her misery. But even then she didn't ask, beg or plead with him to remove the bale from her supporting body as her cunt had the audacity to tumble into a very satisfying climax as her tits threatened to become dislodged from her chest.
After both had finished, Carrie with her climax and Ash watching her go through it, they both marveled at the sight, and for Carrie the feeling, of seeing and feeling tits under armpits instead of on the front of her chest. Ash was so enthralled that he couldn't resist sucking the one on his side into his mouth as Carrie instantly informed him of her pleasures, as she screamed out, "Yyyyessssa hhhhhhh yesssss," as his mouth encased her nipple all the way to the ring and sucked like he expected to get milk out of it.
There was no way she could give him milk, but she sure as hell gave him her avid approval the best way she knew. She came for him. She loved coming for him. Never came with anyone else. Her pussy flooded and her bountiful fluids plopped on the straw coveted floor as he continued for several, long, ecstatic minutes as she came the entire time he sucked her nipple.
Ash had long ago learned all of Carrie's secrets. He knew how to make her body explode in lustful passions. Knew how to make her withhold them from happening. Knew how much she was willing to do to make him happy. Knew how much pain she could withstand before screaming. He knew that the worst thing he could do to her was to ignore her. He knew how much she could stand before it became too much. And he was determined to use all of that knowledge that night.
Releasing her tit, he stood back and surveyed her strung up body. Her entire weight, plus the bale of hay, was supported by the rope around her waist. Her widely spread legs was an offering he would take up shortly. The bale of hay supported by her tied wrists and tits, all made for a very enchanting vision of sexual servitude. A servitude he planned on testing.
Keeping his eyes on her, he walked over to one of the nearby stalls that years ago was used to house horses and took down a dust covered bridle. Using his pocket knife, he cut the long reins, ran them through his fingers to brush off the accumulated dust, and walked back to the woman hanging in the middle of the barn with two stands of quarter inch thick, six foot long, and two inches wide hunks of leather pain.
Rolling one length of leather into a coil, he placed it on her arched up stomach. "You let that fall off you and I'll stop. But for as long as it stays, I'll whip you. I'll whip your pulled tits, your tucked-under ass and your opened cunt. You let it fall and I walk away leaving just like you are until it's time to go into town. Understand the rules of the game, Carrie?"
"IIII... aahhh unnddderstannddddddd... ahhhh whhhiippp mmmmeee Aaashhh makkkke mmeeee buuurnn... ahhh maaaaaakkke mee yoursss foreverrr."
They both knew she wanted the pain. They both knew she would do her damnest to keep the coiled leather strap on her stomach for as long as she could regardless of how much pain he gave her tied up body. Regardless of where he hit her. Regardless of how many times he made her body shatter into climatic orgasms. And they both knew that regardless of how long the coil remained, Ash would fuck her. Fuck her long and as hard as he could.
Turning her head as much as she could, Carrie watched Ash prepare the leather strap. Running it through his fingers time and time again as if trying to decide just where and how hard to make the first blow. She saw that he had come to a decision as his eyes drilled into her rock hard nipple that was facing him at the side of her body.
He brought his arm back. Paused for a second. Then snapped it forward. The black leather streak whistling through the air until it stopped when coming into contact with her hard capped tit.
Her tit was partial numb from its pulled and distorted alignment on her body, so the sound of leather striking flesh was the first sensory thing Carrie was aware of. Sight was next, as she saw what normally would be the inside of her nipple but was now the top, turn from pale brown to vivid purple the instant the leather withdrew. Ash was again pulling back the leather before her body registered the liquid, fiery pain that enveloped her pulled nipple and she screamed as much as her thrown back throat would allow.
Her scream was cut short as the next blow landed in the precise same place. Her tit was recording too much pain to assemblate as she hung there silently, barely breathing, as a third was added to the previous two and again her body began to function in the time honored way.
She screamed.
She came.
Came so violently that it was almost as painful as what her ravaged tit was experiencing. She continued to come as Ash decorated her entire tit with liquid fire as vaguely her senses registered the fact that the coiled leather resting on her stomach had slid to the side where it became wedged between her pulled flesh and the supporting rope. She could feel it press into her side and knew, and thanked whatever gods may be, that it was very firmly held in place and would not be leaving her until the rope from around her waist was removed.
That threat removed permanently allowed her to solely concentrate on what Ash was making her experience. And God did she ever, as he rotated around her body.
When her left tit was a blaze of pain and color, Ash straightened the kicked over bucket and stood on it as his cock filled her opened cunt until completion. His needs taken care of temporarily, he walked to her other side and treated her right tit to the same savage/exhilarating experience. Then back to the bucket and her ass until it too was filled with his spurting man juice.
Then it was pussy time.
Taking up the strap again, Ash started a journey from left knee cap to right. Of course her pussy was in the very center of his chosen route as he watched it all turn to a vivid, colorful mass of over stimulated tissue. When again his cock was fully extended he climbed back up on the bucket and fucked the pussy he had just whipped.
Knowing he was good for only two more, Ash reassessed how to proceed and decided that his next target would be one with more challenge.
Her tucked under ass. The ass he knew she thought he ignored too much. But he did not ignore it that night. Working from both sides and from between her opened legs he let the strap snap into every square inch that was exposed. He only missed the very both of each ass cheek where they were pressed into the backs of her legs. Then he was back on the bucket and fucking the ass he had just turned to flaming red, black, blue and purple.
For the final act, Ash decided on something different.
Taking the much used bucket, he again placed it under one end of the bale of hay. They both noticed the instant lessening of pressure to her ringed tits, Ash with a smile, Carrie with a scream as the blood rushed back to fill the compressed tissues.
Giving her a few minutes to relish that awakening pain, he reached under the bale and unlocked her tit chains, leaving them and her tits entirely free from the bale of hay.
Then, in an unprecedented move, Ash removed the locks from her breast rings for the first time since they had been installed there and let the chains drop to the straw covered floor as Carrie's tits stood free, proud and fully upon her arched chest for the first time. He was very pleased to see that her youthful breasts were more than eager to resume a more natural alignment to her body. The combined weight of the rings, locks and chains had not distorted her breasts permanently.
That fact pleased him immensely, as his growing cock attested to, and he reached for the coiled leather strap atop her stomach and pulled it free.
Looking down he saw the perfect alignment of cock and mouth the same instance that Carrie did as she took it eagerly into her and he uncurled the coiled leather. As if practiced for hours, they became a perfectly matched team. Every time Carrie swallowed his cock down her throat, Ash would use the strap on any part of her hanging body he could reach.
His cock grew fatter and elongated as Carrie's stomach, upper thighs, the sides of her hips and her pleading pussy received splashes of brilliant colors until neither of them could stop the natural course of events. They came. And came and came as Ash's arm finally lost its strength and his cock its cream and he pulled away.
Ash conceded that he was totally drained and was awed that Carrie still showed signs of willing to continue. How, he didn't know. But decided to reward it as he again walked to her spread legs, only this time his mouth and tongue came into play as he sucked, nipped, swirled, dipped and pulled three more climaxes out of her.
After her final seizure, Ash used the remaining strength he had to free her from all bounds. And for the first time since they had met, they spent the night in each other's arms.