CHAPTER TWELVE:



She awoke to another day with soapy water to the face, although she was half awake anyway. It was different gaurds, but they must keep track of what she does from shift to shift, because they were ready to check for the turd, and were disappointed to find it in her mouth.



"Too bad, mang" said a hispanic gaurd to the other. "I wanted to make that bitch pull that the bricks to the house, holmes!"



"Fuck, why don't we make her anyway."



"Hey, a deals a deal, she don't have too, she did her punishment, go ahead and chew it up and swallow it, bitch" as it had already begun to break apart there was no hesitation in Beth to get rid of this horrible thing she had fallen asleep holding in her mouth, even if it meant eating it.



"Unless ofcourse she wants too, I mean. hey mang, I am generous you know, lets ask her.hey bitch, do you want to pull the bricks anyway?"



Oh god, these sadistic fuckers, they couldn't stop at brutally fucking her, they had to torture her mind? She knew if she answered no, that would be a red flag to Dr Carl and he would torture her worse.



BARK!, she almost had nodded, but she stopped herself and passed it off like shaking off gnats, and waited.



They laughed and said "Well fuck, okay.after you have your breakfast, you can give it a try, fuck it."



They repeated the breakfast ritual, after the dogs ate their food, she would move in and suck Zeus, who always finished his food first, and then Aries. She would wait to swallow and then either be on a leash and walked, or if the guards were impatient they switched her ass with a wicked sharp wooden branch that grew on trees on the farm, as they did today as she was driven before them on her hands and knees to a quick pace.



They brought her to the milking machine, gave her the pills and this time, she was distinctly aware that she was expelling her enema juice on a person who was spending time down in a hole. God damn, what was worse? her fate or that of the human toilet down there? she could only hope maybe it was Don. What was she thinking? She didn't wish that on anyone.well maybe Dr Carl or these fucking guards.



They used her hair to wipe their dicks as they fucked her ass in turn and held her by the throat and neck roughly as a ragdoll might be held. The other women in the barn were lost in their own torments to even notice the sex, and by this time Beth wasn't going to fight simple anal sex even if it was rough, it was hardly as bad as any thing else that had gone on to date.



she didn't even notice the leash had been attached to her nipple rings instead of the collar this time, as she was led to the brick pile away from the Barn. This was a blur of horror to her. She was not able to tune it out, but she was also going to not give them the satisfaction of tears unless absolutely necessary, except that with each passing horror, the tears wanted to come out so badly.



Why?



Why her?



They didn't have answers and she hadn't actually asked. Instead, they grabbed her chin and forced her head up. Squeezing her cheeks until she stuck her mouth open, they pulled her tongue out with dirty rough fingers (All the guards had such big calloused hands) and put two tongue depressors on the top and bottom of her mouth, bound together so she could neither pull her tonge back in her mouth or move it around. It was stuck out.



Then They attached metal clamps to her nipples and pussy lips and stuck a small metal rod in the shape of a hook into her butthole. Each of these were attached to nylon corn and with a very short amount of rope, bricks, probably only two pounds were attached to the other ends by a fastener.



"Lets start her out lightweight, mang.lets not rip her fucking nipples off. if she hits a rock out there on the way to the house, she won't be able to pull that over." they laughed, and crawling she was led to where she could see maybe 100 yards away the house of her tormentor and jailer, a big mansion out in the middle of nowhere in the Arizona wilds.



The sun beating down on her, jeezus it was hot, dehydration hadn't set in, but it would. Maybe it was better to die.



No, she would show these fuckers, she would pull the bricks and she would not let them get her. Pull she did, on all fours this is much harder than one might suspect. Not only does your skin feel like its going to rip and stretch, but the hot ground shreds your knees and palms, and your sweat drips down your nose and into your eyes so you can barely see.



She realized after ten minutes, she hadn't even made it ten yards towards the goal as the men watched her pull. Her pink and tender anus unable to keep the metal gaurd in, she left it behind and they hadn't even stopped her to fix it. She pushed on with only three of the four weights.



By the midway point, she is told she collapsed. She doesn't remember.



She awakes in a bed.





This was all a dream.