Chapter 7
The picnic was a delight and Pa didn't even object when the two of them walked away by themselves to the barn, where Ash had informed all that they planned to spend the night. Undisturbed.
No one dared to enter as the two of them spent their wedding night alone. But they had enough. They had each other. And whatever Ash could think of to do to her willing body.
In Carrie's opinion, he was extremely successful in that endeavor. She had the memory of his six fucks to cherish, along with a variety of new marks on her flesh to denote just how successful he had been.
Her only complaint was when he finally led her into the house, he again chained her to her bed in the living room. She had so hoped to spend the night with him. But as he too curled up on the mattress on the floor, she forgot all about complaining. She curled up beside him, pulled his head to her breasts, and they went to sleep.
A hand making a cracking, painful contact with her oh so aching ass woke her up. That and Doug saying, "Ass up, cousin. It's fucking time again. Your two days with just Ash are over. Now get it up. High."
Somehow along the way she had forgotten all about Doug and Gary, but as she obediently raised her ass for his cock, she quickly remembered. With a smile, as Ash slide under her body and began to suck on her tits. The combined actions of Doug and Ash almost made her come until Ash said, "Don't come for him, Carrie. They're still all mine. Don't come."
Forcing her rising passions to recede she succeeded as Doug filled her ass, only to be replaced by Gary as she again had to struggle not to come as Ash sank teeth into her hanging tits and Gary drilled her ass deep. But she managed. She was on the edge when Gary pulled out, but she hadn't come.
But when Ash said, "Now!" bit down on her tit, she let go and came with ease. And as he alternated between hanging tits, she knelt there and continued to come until he finally pulled away, gave her raised ass a smack, and said, "Fix some food, woman. A man could starve to death around here waiting for you to get up and fix it."
He unchained her tits from the floor and it was another day at the McRae farm.
Two weeks later Carrie was again weeding the garden, her chains attached to pegs in the ground when Doug walked up and informed her that she had a visitor. He went off to find Ash, who had her key, and left her standing there wondering who in the hell did she know that would come to the farm.
"Hey, Ash," Doug said when he found his brother behind the barn working on their broken down tractor, "Carrie's got a visitor."
"A what?"
"A visitor. Said he was her folk's lawyer."
"Shit!"
He knew it had to happen some time, but he sure wasn't ready for it now. He had read all the legal papers sent to the farm, just as he did all the other mail, and knew what the man could do if he wanted to. He could take Carrie away from him. Along with her money that was deposited each week in his account at the bank.
At first, the money was his only concern. Carrie took second place. But their importance had changed places. He'd gladly give up the money and keep Carrie. But what the hell could he do? There was no way in hell he could stay with them the entire time.
All he could do was trust Carrie.
"Go in the back, Doug, and get that dress out of my closet and give it to Carrie. Tell her who is here and to go inside. I'll meet her there."
"I'll need the key, too, Ash."
Ash dug into his pocket and gave Doug the key as he wondered how the hell to handle the lawyer as Doug took off at a run, heading to the back of the house where he had left Carrie in the garden, as he slowly walked to the front to meet her parent's lawyer.
"Mr. Stevens, isn't it," Ash asked as he extended his hand in greeting.
"Yes, ahh, Jim Stevens," he shook Ash's hand, "and you are?"
"I'm Ashley McRae. Carrie's ahh cousin. Won't you come in. Carrie is just out back. She'll be in in a bit."
"Thank you."
Silence reigned as they entered the door and made their way to the kitchen where the nervous Ash poured them cups of coffee.
"So, what brings you out here, Mr. Stevens?"
Jim Stevens was not impressed by what he had seen, the farm, Carrie's cousins and the almost stark poverty. "As you know, I'm Carrie's lawyer and I told her, when she insisted on coming here, that I'd come visit her in three months. It is three months to the day and I'm here."
"So I see. But why?"
"To make sure she is OK, naturally."
"Why the hell wouldn't she be?"
"Mr. McRae... there is no way to put this, except truthfully. Carrie is a young lady used to the best things in life. And quite frankly, I can not see her getting that here. I am her parent's trustee and as such, it is my duty to see to her welfare."
"Carrie has no complaints. She's happy."
"I'm afraid that I can not take your word for that, Mr. McRae."
"Then will you take mine, Mr. Stevens," Carrie asked as she entered the kitchen and heard his last few words.
"Carrie!" He stood, reached out his arms as if to embrace her, but stopped as his eyes widened. Doug had removed the chains, but not the rings which like on her wedding day, could not easily be hidden.
"What it God's name is going on here?" He turned to Ash with murder in his eyes.
"What is going on is none of your damned business, Mr. Stevens," that coming from Carrie. "How dare you come in here and start accusing people! I'll have you know, that I am here of my own free will. And I will damned well stay under the same conditions. Do I make myself clear?"
"But... "
"No. No buts. No ifs. No nothings. Now," calming somewhat, "was there anything in particular that you wished to discuss with me, Mr. Stevens?"
"But... "
"You are repeating yourself. How trite. If you have no business, may I suggest you leave before my husband drives his fist in your face?"
"Your... husband?'
"Yes, my husband. Ash and I were married last month. Quite legally, I might add."
"But... "
"You are still repeating yourself. If you have a point, would you please get to it. This is a working farm, not a resort, you know."
"But you can't have married him. You're only seventeen. And... "
"I did marry him. Next point? You do have one don't you?"
Jim Stevens sat down in the chair as if felled. All of that money. All of it, leaving his possession. He was so sure that a few months in this dump and the spoiled Carrie Mitchell would beg to go back to her home. Where, he naturally, would control her money. But that was no longer viable.
The man across from his had that power now. Who the hell would have thought they'd marry so damned soon. Christ, they even married thinking they were first cousins, for Christ sake.
"Now, Mr. Stevens, if you are rational and wish to discuss my estate, I will be more than pleased to hear about. I assume I do still have an estate."
"You ahh yes, of course you do."
"Then please get to the point. I know my parents made provisions for my wedding. What where they?"
"May we speak privately Miss... ahh Mrs. McRae?"
"Ash?" she asked her husband.
Ash smiled. He had always thought that Doug had stretched the truth about how she treated others, but he doubted it no more. Nor did he doubt that Carrie would remain. And, if he wasn't mistaken, her money would soon be transferred to their bank.
"By all means, Mr. Stevens. Have your private talk with my wife." Turning to her, he added, "If you need anything, I'll be right outside."
"Thank. But I don't foresee any problems."
They waited for Ash to leave before she again asked about her estate.
Jim Stevens knew when to say quite. He didn't have a leg to stand on. Not only was there no mention of the age she could marry, they weren't even first cousins. Carrie had been adopted, which he finally got around to telling her.
"Your parents didn't want you to know that you were adopted until you were eighteen, or married. By that time, I assume, they thought that it wouldn't make any difference to you. But I do assure you, they did plan on informing you."
She had to think that one over a bit.
No, she couldn't see that it made a lot of difference. Except that she no longer had to worry about her children, and that was a relief.
"I'm sure they would have, Mr. Stevens. And I do thank you for telling me. As you might guess, I did have some worries on that matter. Thank you."
"As for your estate, it is still quite sound. Several bonds and investments have matured and it is now well over four million. I ahh assume that now that you are married, you will want your husband to handle it. Is that correct?"
"Yes, and no."
"I beg your pardon?"
"What I would like, Mr. Stevens, is to split it. Three million to go to the custody of my husband."
"And the remainder?"
"Put in a trust fund for my children. I will notify you of their births as they occur. And, if, at the age of... sixteen or more they decide to leave, they can claim their share. It is to be equally divided between them. In sixteen years each should have well over a million at their disposal. Any problems with that arrangement, Mr. Stevens?"
"No. No legal problems at all, but if I may ask. Why?"
"It is simple. I am here of my own free choice. They may not be. I know the power of money, and the freedom it allows, even though I do not choose to use it, my children may."
She paused before going on. "As you have obviously noticed this is a somewhat, shall we say, unusual family. And not everyone would choose to remain, even if I have. I plan on loving my children, all of them, and wish to insure their happiness.
Now," she looked at him, daring him to disagree, "if there is nothing else, I have a garden to weed. I'm sure you can forward whatever paperwork is required here and I will sign what needs signing to set up the trust fund for my children. Good day, Mr. Stevens. I hope you have a pleasant trip back to the city. Oh, and by the way. You may also sell my property and turn those funds over to my husband."
Somewhat eased that he'd have control over the trust fund, he made his congratulations and took his leave, promising to have the papers to her as soon as possible.
They walked out together and as he drove away. Carrie and Ash stood side by side, arms around each other.
"Did he give you any problems, Carrie?"
"No. None at all." Turning to wrap her arms around his neck, she said, "But I do have some news."
"Oh?"
"I am no longer disgustingly rich."
"You aren't?" He could see the teasing look on her face and smiled at her.
"No. Afraid not."
"Oh, well. Easy come, easy go."
"How right you are. It came from me, and goes to you. YOU are now disgustingly rich. And Mr. McRae, since you now control well over three million dollars, I think it is time that you bought your wife a few things."
"Oh?" He couldn't help but laugh. "And what might that be, Mrs. McRae?"
"Indoor plumbing. A new, dependable truck. A new stove that doesn't take twenty minutes to get started. And a new mattress that doesn't have lumps. After all, I have enough of my own lumps to contend with, I don't need them supplied. Well, Mr. McRae?"
"Bitch, bitch, bitch."
"I certainly can be. So?"
"Oh, all right. But no damned telephones or televisions."
"Agreed. There isn't any one I want to call. And, we provide our own entertainment much better than any TV ever could.
"We do, huh?"
"We sure as hell do. Speaking of... "
"Ah, do I hear my wife being arguing?"
"You sure as hell do. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well, I guess I'll just have to beat some sense in her."
"Oooh, she's scared to death." Stepping out of her dress, she handed it to him. "See. She shivered right out of her clothes."
"Sassy bitch."
"You know it. You also know how to cure it. The barn you said?"
"The barn, Mrs. McRae. Definitely the barn."
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the good news." She said as they turned toward the barn.
"What news is that?"
"We aren't really first cousins."
"Huh?"
"I was adopted."
"Well, now, that does call for some celebrating, doesn't it?"
"It sure as hell does."
Ten minutes later Carrie found herself hanging from both hands and her left leg. Which naturally left her crotch wide open. And it was that that Ash was tending to with his misty leather straps.
The sound of leather striking flesh and Carrie's screams filled the barn as he again set a path from one knee to the other. But for some reason he had difficulty in the middle of his course, as again and again the ends of the strap got wet.
"Ggggodddd aa... ayyeesss whiiipp myyy pusssyy. Whipppiiitt g000000od... ahh thenn fuckkk iiiitt."
Even after months, Ash didn't know how she could stand so much pain. Not only what he was doing, but what he and his family had done to her since day one. Only that morning Doug had whipped her ass to ribbons, then fucked it. Gary had followed just after lunch and had done the same. And here he was whipping the shit out of her cunt.
He might not ever understand her, but he sure as hell loved her and what she did for him. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he knew that soon he'd be fucking the pussy he was whipping. And Carrie would love every minute of both. Hell, she'd probably ask for seconds. And damned if he wouldn't give it to her.
And as he remembered her conversation with her lawyer, as he had listened to it, he couldn't help but wonder how she could be so different. But he knew that should anything happen to him, she'd be more than capable of taking care of herself. And his family, too, as he brought the whip to her cunt yet again. And again.