A bucket of icy cold water roused me from my dream racked sleep. Craig was roughly unlocking the chain from my clit ring. "You'd better hurry up with our breakfast. If I'm late for work, be sure I'll take it out on you!"

"Yes, Craig," I answered. I squatted to pee and defecate, Craig adding to my deep embarrassment by watching me again.

When I got upstairs to the kitchen, Meredith saw me first, and yelled out, "I want oatmeal with raisins, and raisin toast and orange juice." Becky said that she wanted the same, and then Craig made it unanimous. As I was scurrying about making the meal, Alicia came into the kitchen, completely naked. Her huge pendulous breasts hanging from Her chest, swaying as She walked. She had a thick patch of dark pubic hair that dominated Her lower belly. As if on cue, Her three children rushed over to Her. The girls dropped to their knees, licking Her bare feet, while Craig knelt behind Her, his hands spreading Her cheeks, and he buried his face in Her ass. Avoiding the desire to stare was difficult to say the least! I continued with my appointed tasks, as Alicia said, "Just coffee and juice for Me."

"Yes, Goddess, of course."

When I had set the food on the table, Alicia snapped her fingers, and the three children stopped ministering to Her, got up, and went to the table silently. "Craig," She started, sipping at Her coffee, "you need to work at that better. You must learn to get your tongue in past the ring, inside the anus."

"Yes, Mama. I'll try."

"And Becky?"

"Yes, Mama?"

"Try to get more saliva going. It will make your tongue feel silkier."

"Yes, mama."

After a pause, Meredith queried, "And me, mama?"

"You're doing much better, My pet. Much better. Your tongue is getting more enthusiastic every day."

"Now, if all of you are quite finished, have you anything left for our guest?"

Quickly, they sprung from their seats. Craig got my feeding dish out, and put in on the counter. They took turns scrapping their leftover oatmeal into the dish, and dumped their unfinished orange juice in as well. A few pieces of crust from the toast and the crumbs were dusted in as a 'garnish.'

Craig put my 'food' on the floor. "Eat," he commanded.

I put my face in the sticky mess and began eating. Someone put their foot on the back of my head, and forced my face into the messy concoction. The pressure from the shoe didn't abate right away, and I began to panic because I was getting oatmeal up my nose when I tried to breathe. Finally, the foot came off, and Becky said, "Look at me, cunt!"

Meekly, I lifted my head out of the bowl, and they all broke out in hysterical laughter at the way my face looked. "Don't wipe it off, cunt," Becky ordered. I want to see you still like that when we get home from work."

"Yes, Becky. As you wish."

"Cunt," Alicia shouted as the kids tore out the door for their car. "Clean up the kitchen, change the bed linens, dust and vacuum the house, and then meet Me in front of the house at 10:00."

"Yes, Alicia."

In a frenzy, I set about my chores, knowing full well, that the chances of me completing them on time were slim. It was ten minutes after ten when I ran outside and knelt in front of the house. The sun was fierce, the rays stinging my burned face, chest and torso. Alicia was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, I looked all around for Her, but to no avail. I had no recourse but to wait, kneeling on the hard packed dirt.

After an indeterminable length of time, She called out to me from the wood shed, "Crawl over here, cunt. I'll teach you to make me wait!"

I crawled over to where She stood waiting for me. "I.I'm sorry I was late, Goddess. It took me longer to do my chores."

"Are you saying that I don't know how to budget your time?"

"Oh no, Alicia! It's not that at all!. I mean.i."

"Never mind, you worthless cunt," She interrupted. Get the lawnmower out of the shed and mow the yard. There's gas in the red can. Make certain that you check the oil every time you put gas in it.

"I'll be either in the house, or on the porch. Watching."

"Yes, Alicia," I yelped as She kicked me behind the thigh, knocking me over.

The lawnmower started without a problem. The grass hadn't been cut in a while, and with all the rain we had, it must have been eight inches high, and very thick. The old style mower wasn't self-propelled, and was quite heavy in the dense grass. Sweat stung my eyes as it ran down my forehead onto my face. Alicia sat on a porch swing, idly sipping a glass of iced tea.

After what seemed an eternity, I finished the lawn, and after having replaced the mower in the shed, I crawled over to the porch. An old rusty pail of water sat in the sun. "Take a drink, then come up here on the porch," Alicia ordered. I lapped at the tepid water greedily, my thirst unquenchable.

When I could drink no more, I crawled up the well worn splintered steps to the porch. Alicia held out a short length of chain with two locks. "Put these on your ankle cuffs, then walk down and get the mail!"

"Yes, Goddess," I answered, locking the chain in place.

I found it very difficult to negotiate the steps in the short hobble. I had to concentrate to reduce the length of my step due to the restriction as I made my way down the road.

Just as I was almost at the mailbox, I heard a school bus coming up the road to drop off kids. Panicked, I looked in vain for a suitable hiding place from their innocent eyes. The best I could find was the same narrow gully that I had fallen in when Sir Campbell dropped me off here a few days before. I shuffled over as quickly as my bindings would allow, and lay down in it, face down, waiting for the bus to pass.

When the bus had gone, I lay still, listening for the sound of young voices. Hearing none, I slowly crept from the gully, and looked both ways before crossing the street to the mailbox. Just as I was about to cross, I heard a car approaching, and I quickly got back into the ditch. This time, however, the vehicle didn't pass me by, in fact, it pulled in the road that lead to the cabin, and I heard doors open and shut.

"What are you doing down there, cunt?" I recognized Becky's voice.

Looking up, I saw Becky and Meredith standing on the road, looking down at me, as Craig sat behind the wheel of the car. "Alicia sent me for the mail," I answered, crawling out of the ditch tentatively.

"Well, go and get it!"

As quickly as I could, I crossed the road and retrieved the mail. Craig was now out of the car, and he was opening the trunk. Meredith ripped the mail from my hands as Craig pulled a stout length of rope out of the trunk and examined it.

"Becky," he said. "Do you have the key?"

"Yeah, I think so," she replied, digging in the pockets of her jeans.

She found it, and tossed it on the ground near my feet, saying, "Take off the chain, cunt."

"Yes, Becky." I picked it up, and unlocked the chain from my ankles.

"Put it in the trunk."

"Yes, Becky."

"Hold out your arms for me," Craig commanded.

I followed his direction and watched him bind my wrists together with the coarse rope. My heart began to race when I saw him tie the rope to the rear bumper of the car. "Let's go, guys," he said. Becky and Meredith hopped in the car as he put it in gear and started up the road.

I had to move to keep from being pulled down by the car. I could see Craig's face in the mirror watching my struggles as he would speed up and slow down. Meredith and Becky hung out the windows jeering me one minute and encouraging me the next.

When we reached the field, I was exhausted and breathing very hard. Craig stopped for a minute and conferred with Becky, Then I saw him spin the wheel to the right and head into the newly mown grass. This time he purposely drove faster, until I lost my balance, and fell forward. They dragged me through the grass, as I screamed in fright. I could feel the scraps and bruises as I bounced along behind the car, accompanied by their glee and laughter.

They stopped after I was pulled off the grass, and onto the hard packed ground in front of the house. Meredith was the first on out, and she untied my hands. "Get up, cunt," she said when I was free.

Slowly, I stood, shaking and crying. "Nice job, Craig," Becky judged, looking at the scratches and scrapes that covered me from my neck to my feet.

"Yeah, Craig," Meredith chimed in. "She'll feel it when I give her a bath tonight."

All three of them were laughing as they stood there watching me cry and quake. Becky slapped my on the face and said, "Knock it off, cunt. You asked for this, remember? You wanted this. So cut the shit."

"Kids," Alicia called from the front door. "Time to come in. Meredith, bring cunt around back and clean her up so she can start out dinner."

"Yes, mama," they called over to her. Becky kicked me in the back of my calf and ordered, "you heard mama, cunt. Go with Meredith."

Carefully, I got back down on my hands and knees and crawled behind Meredith as she took me for my 'bath.'

As it had been for the past few nights, after I cleaned up the dinner, I crawled out to the dungeon, and whimpered at the door. "Come in cunt," I heard Alicia call.

I nosed the door open and found that Craig was taking his turn tonight. He was hanging by his wrists from a rafter, his feet a good foot off the floor. Meredith was sucking his cock, while Becky was paddling the backs of his thighs with a wooded spoon.

"Remember, Meredith," Alicia instructed, "all you have to do is keep him hard. If he either cums or goes soft, it will be you who is punished.

"Harder, Becky. Put some effort into it, or I'll be forced to hang you up and show you what I mean by hard!"

"Yes, mama," came the reply from Becky, as she raised the spoon above her head for the next swat. Craig was screaming into his briefs, which had been jammed into his mouth and duct taped to his face. Meredith was struggling to keep his penis in her mouth as he swung from the ropes on his wrists with each cut of the spoon.

"Fifteen more, Becky, and then you may stop. And then, Meredith, he may cum."

I watched as the two girls followed their mother's orders. Becky put some extra strength into number fifteen, and Meredith cupped his balls with one hand and probed his rectum with the other, until he shuddered into a violent climax. Meredith didn't need any further instructions, as she gobbled down his load.

"Becky, you may untie your brother, and Meredith, please take cunt back to her stall for the night."

Becky started lowering the winch that held Craig suspended from the ground, as Meredith walked over to where I knelt by the door. "Let's go, cunt. Mama says you've got a busy day tomorrow."

I followed her on my hands and knees, back to my stall, which now smelled strongly of urine and feces. When Meredith had chained me to the wall by my clit, she said, "I want to slap you, cunt, but you have to pick where. Do you want me to slap your tits or your face?"

Taken aback by the request, I stammered, "which ever would please you most, Meredith."

Without a word she slapped my face hard. Left cheek, right cheek, left, right, knocking my head back and forth with the rhythm of the blows. My face was stinging long before she stopped hitting me. Then, without a word, she retreated up the stairs, leaving me, once again, alone for the night.

I spent a restless night trying to sleep. The smell from the wet hay and my own waste, coupled with Meredith's warning about Alicia's plans for the next day kept me tossing. I did fall asleep at some point, because I woke to the stream of urine that was cascading down my face. It was Becky! Standing over me, relieving herself on me. When she was done, she said, "Clean me!"

I sat up, and lapped at her pussy until she was satisfied. "Go hose yourself off before you make breakfast," she said, unlocking my chain.

I crawled upstairs and went outside to the hose. Even though it had to be eighty degrees already, the water from the well was ice cold, and stung all the cuts and scrapes that festooned my body. Bruises of angry purple, black and blue stood out on my legs and arms from the beating I took behind the car. Scabs had formed on most of the cuts, and a few showed the telltale puffy redness of infection. And, as if that wasn't enough, I got my period.

I crawled back into the kitchen and prepared the breakfast. After I ate my meager scraps, the three kids left for work. Alicia gave me my list of morning chores, and ended by telling me to meet her by the barn doors at 10:00.

This time, I was actually quite early, almost ten minutes in fact, and I felt quite proud, as I knelt in the morning sun, waiting. I heard Alicia approach me from behind. "Open the garage doors and get in the back of the truck, cunt."

Pulling the heavy doors open from the ground wasn't easy, but once they started to move, I was able to keep them going until they spread wide, exposing the grill of the big black Dakota pickup. I crawled around behind it, and climbed up into the bed as ordered. Alicia hopped up in the bed as well, and, using a key, she unlocked the lid on the huge toolbox that was right behind the cab. "Get it!"

I got into the toolbox, and she closed the lid and locked it in place, without another word. I felt Her leave the bed, and heard Her open and shut the door of the truck. The big diesel engine roared to life, and She pulled the truck out of the barn and headed down the drive. The toolbox was big and I bounced around inside it, hitting my head on the walls. I tried to brace myself with my hands and feet in an effort to lessen the jarring. I could tell when we hit the paved road, as the bumping and bouncing ceased. That allowed my over active mind the chance to wonder where we might me going. I had not the slightest inkling as to what was going on, what plans Alicia had for me.

With no references, I couldn't tell how long I rode in the toolbox. The truck never stopped during our trip, although it did slow down for some turns, and then I felt the road get rough again, so I figured we had left the paved road for some rural dirt road. Finally, we stopped. I heard the engine shut down, and the door open and close. And then, nothing. I could feel the temperature in the toolbox climbing as the truck sat in the sun. The top of the box was getting hot to the touch, and I could feel the sweat beading on my brow and dripping from my armpits. My thirst was growing fast, and I kept turning in an attempt to stay away from the sides of the box as they heated up as well.

I heard voices approaching, and felt the bed dip as someone climbed into the bed and put a key in the lock. When the lid was pulled up, I squinted in the harsh sunlight, which was directly overhead, so I couldn't see who stood above me. "She's a pretty mess, Ali. You've been givin' her a good run I'd say," a man's voice remarked. "Let's git you outta there, missy, and see whatcha look like." A huge hand grabbed me by the arm and lifted me from the cramped space, guiding me out of the toolbox and onto the bed.

"Ouch," I yelped as my feet sizzled on the hot sun-baked steel. He laughed as he watched me shifting my weight from one foot to the other as the soles of my feet burned.

"Then hop off, ya stupid cow. You don't got the sense God gave a jackass!"

In two steps I was off the truck, although the hard packed dirt wasn't a whole lot cooler.

"How long didja say ya wanted me ta keep her?"

"I'll be back for her in three days. I'm having friends over and I'm planning on her being our entertainment for the evening."

"Sounds good ta me, Ali. Good ta me.

"Git over there by the corral and wait for me, bitch. I'll be there in a minute."

"Ye.Yes sir."

As I slowly walked toward the corral, I heard their conversation pick up again. "No limits on thisun, Ali?"

"No, Clint. None. She belongs to an old friend of mine. A close friend of Ilsa. He wants her spirit broken, by any means. So, what ever you want to try."

I was too far away to hear the rest, Her sentence or his response, but a deep guttural laugh followed and it sent a chill down my back.

The corral was meticulously maintained. Two horses were in the middle, picking at a fresh bale of hay. They were magnificent animals, tall and handsome. The smaller of the two was a chestnut mare, with a long black mane and other was an enormous ebony stallion. The mare didn't notice my approach, but the stallion looked up from the hay and seemed to scrutinize me from head to foot. His ink black coat shined iridescent in the merciless sunlight while his huge black eyes made contact with mine. With a noticeable air of disdain, he pawed the ground, snorted, and went back to his meal, his long tail swishing gently at the flies.

The sound of Alicia's truck leaving caused me to turn away from the horses. Clint was walking over to me, sizing me up. "I'm Clint, missy. I don't take much to formalities an' such. I leave that up ta Alicia. You do what I tell ya, when I tell ya, and we'll git along jus' fine. If'n ya don't, well, you'll be in fer some unpleasantness, that's a fact.

"There's just me 'n' my helper Tommy up here. Thas all. And you'll do whatever he says too, same as me. Ya unnerstand?"

"Yes, Clint."

"Good. My sister wants ya ta git some idea of what yer s'posed ta be, 'n she figgers this is as good a place as any for ya ta figger it out fer yerself. I'm gettin' set ta breed my horse Blackie with this bitch. She's pretty much convinced it's time, but he's not takin' to 'er jus' yet. "That's gonna be yer job, missy. Yer gonna get 'im all hot ta trot, so ta speak.

"C'mon.!"

Clint grabbed my hand, and stepped through the rails of the corral. I followed him in. Again, the mare never looked away from the hay, but the black stallion stopped eating, and was getting obviously antsy.

When we were next to the horses, John gently picked up the reins on the stallion and pulled him over closer to me. "Spread yer legs, missy."

I did, and watched in horror as the massive nose started to nuzzle into my pussy, sniffing and snorting. The breath shot from the nostrils and made me jump. "Stand still ya dumb cunt. You'll spook 'im!"

I forced myself to remain stock still, as Blackie sniffed my crotch, nuzzling the piercings.

"As sweaty as ya are, he must like it, cuz he's gittin' excited, see?"

I tried to keep my position and look under the massive creature, but couldn't. John noticed this and added, "guess ya can't, but that's no problem, cuz you'll be seeing him real soon, up close an' personal"

John let the horse nuzzle at me for a few minutes, then he took my arm and guided me to the side of the horse. It was then that I saw the monstrous cock dangling down. It had to be two feet long, and better than two inches thick. It was very dark, and covered with veins. John pushed me down with a strong hand on my shoulder, saying, "Git down there on yer knees, missy, and take a hold of him with both hands."

The next thing I knew, I was kneeling under the horse, his cock mere inches from my face. Tentatively, I reached up and took hold of him with both hands. "Now, put as much of 'im in yer mouth as ya can, and suck. He's gotta be jest about ready to shoot before he mounts this filly."

I was mortified as I stared at the horse meat in my hands. His ball sac was almost black and as big around as a coconut. The smell was nothing I had ever confronted before. Suddenly, the great stallion stomped the ground with a hind leg, causing me to let out a yelp. John kicked me in the back, "Don't spook 'im missy. Just git 'im in yer mouth!"

I closed my eyes as I re-approached the horse's cock. When it touched my cheek, I turned and opened my mouth, and inserted the flat end as far as I could. It was dry and smelled absolutely awful! It wasn't soft feeling in my mouth like a man's penis, it was almost leathery in texture. My tongue found the opening at the end, and I was shocked by it's size.

"Wank 'im missy. Keep sucking and give 'im a wank."

My hands began to jerk off the horse in tandem. Long strokes, while I sucked on the end, until, without warning, he erupted violently in my mouth. I pulled away, spitting out the vile liquid, as tremendous amounts of his ejaculate spurted all over my face and chest.

"God dammit bitch, you were s'posed ta stop before he came! Now we'll hafta wait a bit an' do it again." Just as he said that, the horse started to urinate all over me. The strong heavy stream poured over my head, covering my body and making a large puddle in the dirt. I tried to get out from under the horse, but John shoved me back under the stream with his boot. It seemed to last forever, and when it finally ebbed to a stop, I was drenched, my hair soaked, and my legs were covered with urine and mud. "C'mon out from under there. We'll try it again after he calms down some. Meanwhile, you can jest crawl around the corral fence on yer hands and knees 'til I say ta stop."

I never felt so debased in my life, crawling around in the loose dirt, horse cum dripping from my face, my hair drenched in horse piss. As I made the first turn at a corner of the corral, a large pile of fresh manure greeted me. I started to crawl around it, but Clint stopped me, "Not so fast little girl, not so fast. I said fer ya ta crawl around the fence. No detours!"

Disgusted, I crawled through the wet pile of manure, the strong smell attacking my nose, the shit sticking to my wrists and thighs as I plowed through on my appointed rounds of the corral. I had never been so degraded before in my entire life. Reduced to less than slave status. Tears ran from my eyes as I crawled the perimeter of the fence.

On my third or fourth lap, a pair of hands grabbed my ankles as I was crawling through the manure again, causing me to slip, head first into it. Instantly, a boot pressed down on the back of my head, grinding my face into the awful filth, forcing it into my nose and mouth. The pressure subsided, and I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, retching and crying. Laughter jolted me out of my self pity as a new voice said, "Yer a mess, bitch. Who'd wanna fuck somethin' like you?"

It wasn't Clint's voice, so I thought it must be his helper, Tommy. He grabbed my ankles again, and dragged me backwards, face down into the middle of the corral, and through three more piles of manure. He dropped my legs, and ordered, "Git up, cunt!"

Ever so slowly, I got up on my feet. What have ya got ta say fer yerself, huh? Are ya havin' fun yet," he laughed?

I was totally out of control now, crying hysterically, the sobs welling up from my very soul. Through the tears, a sharp stab of realization hit me. It was only for a fleeting moment at best. Here one second, and just as quickly, gone the next. But the truth that remained, imprinted in my brain, is what made it so revealing. I was enjoying all of this! I liked the abject humiliation I was enduring. I understand now that I was just starting to see what it really meant to be Sir Campbell's slave. I had been lowered to a status I never could have fathomed existed before. Standing here, before these two total strangers, covered in the piss, seed, and shit of a horse, I actually felt a sense of pride and dignity, in that I was now where I was meant to be. I had finally come to the realization that I could and would endure anything Sir Campbell wanted. But, most importantly, I knew that all that I would ever need to be complete, would be to suffer the cruelest and most harsh treatments that He deemed necessary.

"Yes, Tommy," I replied. "Thank you for taking the time to teach and train me properly."

"I'm glad yer likin' it, cuz we're jest startin'. Time for ya to muck out the stable. Then when yer done, we'll see if ya can jump start ole Blackie again."

I followed Tommy over to the stable, where he handed me a pitch fork and pointed to the wheelbarrow. "Clean out them stalls real good missy. There's fresh hay in the back room near the feed. I'll be back in a bit ta check on ya. Then we'll have another go at Blackie."

I cleaned the stalls out and replaced the old coverings with fresh hay. When I was finished, I stood in the stable door and watched the two horses. More flies buzzed about me than around the horses. They were immaculate, and I was a sweaty disgusting mess.

"All done, cunt?" It was Clint.

"Yes Sir. The stalls are all cleaned out."

"Ok then, c'mon over here by the trough."

I walked over to the water trough and saw Clint had a running hose in one hand and a scrub brush in the other. Tommy stood nearby with a bar of soap. Without a word, Clint began spraying me with the water, starting at my head and working his way down my body. "Here," Tommy called out, tossing the soap to me.

I tried to catch it, but missed. When I bent over to pick it up, Clint said, "Stay jest like that." I did as I was told, and he focused the hose on my open sex. When the stream of water hit my clit, I could feel the all too familiar sensations rising in me. It had been some time since I was aroused.

"Soap up," Clint ordered. I picked up the soap and stood before the two men, lathering myself completely, while Clint kept the hose at bay. When he was satisfied that I was soaped well enough, he rinsed me off and ordered me to lather up again. This process was repeated three or four times until he thought I was clean enough. Tommy tossed me a big towel, and the two of them stared as I dried myself off.

Wordlessly, Clint came over and took me by the hand, leading me back into the stable. Tommy trailed along behind. When we reached the first stall, Clint threw me to the floor into the fresh hay. I looked up at the two of them, and knew what was about to happen. Clint started to remove his clothes first, but Tommy picked up on the cue and tore his off with eagerness. In an instant, they both were on me. Four hands pawing at me breasts legs and ass. One mouth on mine, the other sucking a nipple, then to the other nipple, alternating rapidly. Then a shift in position, and a cock was thrust into my mouth as a tongue found my clit. The frenzy told me that it had been a while since these two had gotten laid with a human. They were all over me, exploring, probing, tasting. A tongue would penetrate my ear while another burrowed in my ass.

This "foreplay" went on for quite sometime. And caused multiple orgasms for me, which I certainly didn't mind one bit. Then, finally, Clint pulled me up on all fours, and shoved his cock into my ass, burying it with one hard thrust. He pumped with a vengeance, spewing his cum in my bowels. Tommy quickly replaced him and dumped his load up there as well. They both collapsed in the hay. I stayed on my hands and knees, waiting to see if they wanted more, but I soon heard snores from the both of them, so I crawled into the hay, and fell into a deep sleep alongside them.

I awoke to another mauling by the two horny men, although this time they were considerably rougher, slapping my face and breasts, pinching my nipples and clit, and biting my lip until I tasted blood. When they were sated, Clint stood, and buckling the belt on his jeans, he said, "Time fer ya to see if ya kin git Blackie as aroused as ya got me an Tommy, bitch. An this time, he better be cummin' inside that mare and not on you!"

I followed Tommy and Clint out of the stable, to find the sun low in the sky. The stallion followed my every move as I approached him in the corral. Without being told, and got down on my knees under his massive chest, and with both hands, guided his cock to my open mouth. I licked and sucked furiously until I felt a shudder inside the beast. "I think he's ready, Sir."

Tommy grabbed the halter and steered the stallion over to where Clint was holding the mare. He obviously didn't need to be told what to do, as he jumped on her. Tommy helped aim his erected cock into the mare's cunt, and in a matter of seconds, he was done, and was off her back.

"Think her got her, Clint?"

"Hard ta tell, Tommy. We'll have him give it another go t'morrow a coupla times jest ta make sure. Got me horny agin though, what about you?"

"I kin always go another round Clint."

Clint grabbed my arm and lead me to the fence. He pushed my head through and bent me over, so my ass and cunt were easily offered. I heard him undo his jeans, and felt the pressure as he deliberately eased his cock into my ass. Tommy climbed over the corral fence, and dropped his jeans to his ankles, presenting himself to my face. Without instruction, I opened my mouth to accept him. He grabbed my hair with both fists and drove relentlessly into my mouth as far back as his six inches would go. In no time, the two men had established a co-ordinated rhythm, thrusting and withdrawing in unison, squeezing me between the two cocks. With a groan, Clint came first, but he postponed pulling out until Tommy shot his load in my mouth, which I quickly swallowed, licking him clean as he withdrew.

The two of them pulled their pants back on and Tommy declared, "I guess she'd better git inta the kitchen if we're gonna have anythin' ta eat."

"Yeah, Tommy," Clint replied, "Yer right. Getcher ass in the kitchen, slave, and put some food tagether fer us. I have a feelin' yer gonna be needin' yer strength tonight."

They both broke out in hysterical laughter at their inside joke, as I made my way to the rundown farmhouse.

I went through the refrigerator and pieced together a modest meal of beans, fried potatoes, and bacon. They at least allowed me to eat with them sitting at the kitchen table. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I started eating, and didn't stop until my third helping.

"After ya clean up the kitchen, cunt, go upstairs and take a proper shower. I want ya all clean and tidy fer the boys tonight," Clint said.

I found the small old fashioned bathroom upstairs at the end of the hall. Most of the room showed neglect from a years of water damage, but it felt absolutely wonderful to enjoy the feeling of my first real shower since Sir Campbell had dropped me off in the rain. I luxuriated in the relaxing stream of water, soothed by the warmth it provided. I toweled dry, and went downstairs to find that Clint and Tommy weren't alone. Three strange men had joined them and were drinking beer in the living room as they watched some TV game show.

"Git us sommore beers, slave," Clint called out, not taking his eyes from the small screen.

I went into the kitchen and retrieved five fresh cans, bringing them into the living room. "Have a seat on the floor," Clint said, pointing to a small hooked rug by the fireplace.

I sat on the floor, knees folded under me, and slightly apart. The five of them kept watching the show with rapt attention. A knock on the door brought in three more men, one of them began hooting out loud when he saw me. "More beers, slave," came Clint's command, "an' keep 'em comin'"

I went back for more beer, and heard the screen door slam open and closed again. When I returned to the living room, four more men had joined the group, bringing the total to twelve now with Clint and Tommy. I went back and got four new cans of beer, then sat in my place on the rug.

When the show ended, Clint stood, and pointing to me saying, "This here bitch was given to my sister to tame, and she's lent her ta me. Said I could do anything I wanted to with her, so I figgered we all might have us a little train tanight. Tommy an I been havin' us a go with her all afternoon, and she's pretty hot ta trot. Takes it up the ass real good, and she does some nice things with her mouth too. If ya wanna hit her, well that's okay too. Doesn't much matter ta her, does it, cunt?"

I shuddered as I murmured, "No Clint, anything you want."

That was all it took. I never saw men move so fast before in my life. A few of them pushed the meager furniture back to the walls while I was picked up, literally, spread eagle, and placed on my feet in the middle of the floor. Hands held my feet and hands stretched far apart. An ugly filthy man with a scraggly beard and a huge beer belly that strained the buttons of his flannel shirt strode over in front of me, and without warning, he punched me in the stomach. I bent over as far as I was able and he back handed me across the face, splitting my lip. Someone grabbed my hair from behind, yanking my head up so that I could face my attacker. I saw a smile creep over his face, revealing his numerous missing teeth, as he saw the rings in my breasts. He grabbed them both and pulled has hard as he could, stretching me between the men who held me fast and my rings. I screamed as a bolt of pain ripped through my chest. And at that moment, a belt tore through the air, flogging my back. The blows from the belt were rhythmic and fast, coming from my left and right, so I knew that two men were whipping me. The man in front held tight to my breast rings, smiling as I screamed and cried. I thought I saw him nod, just as he let go of the rings, and he punched me in the nose, as the other men let go of my hands and feet. I tumbled over backward onto the hard wood floor. In an instant they were on me. One of them mounted me and began pumping in my cunt, while a pair of hands mauled each breast. Someone else straddled my face, shoving his cock down my throat, his hairy smelly balls falling over my broken and bleeding nose. The assault was endless. As one man would release in my pussy, another would climb on, either penetrating my pussy or ass. As one would spill in my mouth, another would replace him. I felt teeth biting my breasts, fingers pinching the nipples, and an occasional boot would kick me in the thighs or ribs, depending on which was an easier target.

I must have passed out, because all I remember was that I was left alone on the floor. Blood oozing from my nose and mouth, cum dripping down my inner thighs and chin. I ached all over, and my left eye was swollen partially shut. Tommy was sitting on the couch, watching television. He looked down when he heard me beginning to stir. "Let's git you into a hot bath, missy. You sure pulled a helluva train tanight. A helluva train! Never seen nuthin' like that before. Ya done Alicia proud, Missy. Real proud!"

A smile caused a sharp pain in my split lip at the complement I had just received. Alicia would be proud of me! Alicia would be Proud Of Me!