2 comments/ 79840 views/ 6 favorites Summer Home Delivery By: PhantomOfMoonlight I fixed this story considering someone felt it wasn't entirely written properly. Sorry for the few mistakes I had. I will admit, it's not very easy to type when you're aroused and yes, I usually am aroused when I write (shocking fact, I know.) Anyway, I fixed what mistakes I found. If you find it hard to read, I'm sorry. This story is nonconsentual, so if you go beyond this point and have a problem, that's your business, not mine. Please enjoy, votes and comments are appreciated. ===== Sarah was a smart girl. Her college GPA was above a 3.0 and she received good marks in all of her classes, so how she ended up with a frozen food delivery service as a summer job was a little beyond her comprehension. However, for all of Sarah's intelligence and comprehending of her courses, she was a selfish girl, as many are at the tender age of nineteen. The feeling that her brain, and body, could be put to far better use created a grudging feel towards her coworkers and boss. No man would deny that Sarah was far too pretty to be in such a service, what with her inky black hair and china doll blue eyes, but none felt that that was a good enough reason for her to treat them with the callous disregard she did. To get even, some of the men would break into her locker at night, their boss turning a blind eye to their illegal activities as they swapped her uniform shirt for a shrunken one or one with missing buttons. He would say nothing to the altered papers that the men submitted for Sarah showing a less than stellar work week. It pleased them all to no end to watch Sarah's frustration as she found herself at the scolding end of their boss's tongue, her crossed arms forcing her already plump breasts higher in her work blouse, nearly spilling them free of their restraints, or watched as her petite five foot four frame flounced out to the back to cry. There was much of a debate of which was prettier, the angry flush that would often coat her cheeks or the watery, vulnerable appearance that was the result of her tears. Either way, Sarah was too ignorant to notice how easily she was getting played. It was during one of those hot summer days, with the tongue lashing of her boss still ringing in her ears and a too small red and white vertical striped blouse straining around her breasts, that she came to a small blue farmhouse surrounded by a white picket fence. Shortly after parking, she checked her clipboard before gathering the few frozen boxes of chicken and beef entrées from the back then walked to the front door. Her face was pulled into a mutinous pout, her usually porcelain skin flushed and her eyes flashing with her suppressed anger. She gave several sharp raps on the door with her knuckles while juggling the two boxes, swearing softly under her breath about the weather, ill fitting uniforms that required long slacks in the summer sun, and most of all incompetent bosses who couldn't read a time sheet worth a damn. The door was almost immediately opened by a pretty brunette only a few inches taller than Sarah and appearing about the same age. Her hazel eyes gave a curious look of the girl standing on the other side of the door before letting her gaze focus in on the boxes she held. Her gaze caught on Sarah's pale breasts that were cupped in a red bra beneath her blouse, both quite visible beneath the straining button that seemed to be giving its last prayer to holding in place from the strain. Saying nothing over the fact, the girl brought her gaze back up to Sarah's unhappy face, blithely asking "May I help you?" despite the look of clear irritation on Sarah's face. Sarah nearly huffed at the girl's question and restrained the urge to throw the boxes at her innocent face. "Yes. I'm delivering these packages that were ordered from Swanhill's catalog." Her arms wiggled the boxes as if to bring home the fact of what she said, the plastic sticking to the skin of her bare forearms as the frozen materials slowly began to unthaw in the heat. "Oh," was the only response she got for a moment as the girl stood there. Sarah nearly screamed at her to take the boxes before the girl glanced back into the house then back to Sarah. "Could you bring those around the house? I'm afraid the kitchen is blocked from this end of the house." Unable to say no, Sarah glared at the girl before giving a toss of her hair and walking down the porch steps to follow the graveled path around to the back of the house. She was cursing anew, only this time about idiotic girls who knew even less than incompetent bosses, as she hurried around the old colonial style home and up the steps to the back door. Sarah was given no time to respond as the door was suddenly thrown open and a strong grip coming from the shadowy interior to grab her arm and yank her inside. As she was caught off balance, the boxes tumbled from her arms, a scream ripping from her lips as Sarah found herself dragged inside. The force pushed and shoved Sarah down an unseen flight of steps, her eyes slow to adjust to the darkness from the sunny outside she had been standing or driving in all day. That simple fact kept her unbalanced to the point that she couldn't fight the grip as she searched for purchase and stability, trying to keep from falling flat on her face as she was dragged along. It seemed all too quickly her feet hit cement and she was shoved unceremoniously forward, her hands coming in contact with a stone wall before she felt one arm and then the other being twisted rudely behind her back. Her sobs and harsh breathing echoed off the walls, the weight of the person behind her pinning her in place as the cold, sharp bite of handcuffs was secured over her overlapping wrists. Twisted about, her hands shoved back against the stones now, she found herself receiving a sharp slap across the face, the sting made more potent by the tears that had begun to run unchecked from her eyes. Shocked, Sarah was unprepared as a plastic dog bone was pushed between her teeth, rapidly followed by the screech and rip of duct tape just before it was secured over her stretched lips in an x-shape. The rough violence of the whole procedure was suddenly gone as Sarah felt herself trembling in the darkness of the basement. She knew that her captor could see little better than she but that hardly seemed to matter, especially as the silence stretched with the peace and the only sounds she could here were the sounds of her own ragged breathing. After a time, she felt the soft pluck at her shirt accompanied by a muffled snip of scissors, the buttons one by one slowly being removed from the shirt entirely. She felt the material slacken around her breasts then tease against the soft, almost flat plane of her belly. Sarah felt tension coil within her, knowing what was visible now as the shirt was ever so slowly pushed back from her shoulders, letting the material slide down her arms to get tangled around her bound wrists. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her breasts rounded and capped with ruby nipples and pink areoles, all hidden in a satin and lace red bra. It was her small defiance to the retro fashion of the shirt she had had to wear; only now she wished she hadn't worn something so provocative beneath. She felt the warm brush of breath against the top of her breasts before two hands came up to cup the imprisoned globes. There was the slightest squeeze and rub of a digit over the front of her lace clad breasts, continuing until the slightly rise of her nipples began to form. Sarah couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman who held her, though she thought it was probably the bitch upstairs whom had done this to her. Anger filled Sarah and she began to search her fear hazed mind for a person from high school who could match the girl's looks. Her thoughts were suspended, though, as those same fingers trailed away from the undersides of her breasts to gently grip her nipples and tug through the bra. A small sound of surprise and what Sarah thought was fear came from her stretched lips, her face wincing as her body flinched away from the fingers as they began to pinch and tug rhythmically as if milking the tender buds. Sarah's breath grew heavier and her body trembled violently as the teasing stopped. Carefully, she was drawn away from the wall, left to stand in the center of the space as she felt the person walk behind her and secure a blindfold around her head. There were soft, husky crooning sounds whispered into her ear, and despite her attempts otherwise, the sounds seemed to relax her even as she strained to break free and run. Once the blindfold was in place, the hands became more efficient, accompanied with the scissors that cut off the remains of her blouse and the straps of her bra before it was unhooked and pulled free from her breasts. The white orbs swung and bounced a bit, the cool air teasing over the hardened nipples that still smarted a bit from the rough treatment. The next touch she felt was at her ankles, forcing her leg to rise up and forcing Sarah to try and maintain her balance as first one sneaker and sock was pulled free of her hot feet and then the other. The slightly sweat dampened skin felt the sharp relief of the cool cement as a shiver ran up over her naked spine. Despite being so exposed, Sarah was never truly concerned until she felt the feel of fingers pulling at the button of her pants. She made a sound of denial; her body trying to pull back from the source only to have her pants tugged roughly forward, causing her to stumble and almost fall. The moment was all the person needed to tug the zipper down and slowly begin to peel the form fitting jeans away from her hips and down her thighs. Tears began to wet the blindfold, sharp gasps of air coming from Sarah as she cried almost silently from being stripped down to the simple, red satin and lace panties that had matched the bra. With shivering compliance, Sarah stepped from her jeans, her body taunt and ready to feel the pull of her panties down to expose the waxed area of her pussy and ass, which had made the satin and lace so wickedly delightful at first but now made her fear total exposure. The warm hands traveled up the outside of her thighs before slowly rounding back to her ass, lightly cupping the cheeks just before Sarah felt the warm press of a nose and mouth to her crotch. She made a sharp sound of denial as she tried to buck her hips back, only to have the hands hold her in place. She cried as she felt the warm nuzzle and press of the face against her pussy, the grinding to her clit before the hot, wet stroke of the tongue. Sarah didn't know how long she stood for the torment, only aware as her horror slowly turned into reluctant arousal as the tongue continued to manipulate against the satin until it became sodden. Or the suction of the mouth or the rough nuzzling press of the face after. She dimly realized that the fingers had slid beneath the elastic leg holes of her panties to massage her ass as all this happened, holding her steady until her hips began to press into the mouth that stroked her. Sarah's breathing grew heavy, as she could smell the scent of her own arousal just as the fingers slowly began to pry her ass cheeks apart and began to lightly massage and press against her asshole. It seemed the complete assault to her body as pleasure made her shudder and push harder into the face, unable to push away the fingers and get away from their all too intimate touch that seemed only to inflame the mouth and tongue more. Slowly, the torment stopped and she was left to stand trembling as the soaked satin turned cold and clammy against her swollen labia and throbbing clit. Her head bowed as she accepted the shame of her reactions, her thighs pressing tightly together to help push away her need for more. After a time, the hands came back and slowly pulled the panties away from her hips, dragging the soiled material away from her pussy and down her legs. Sarah made a sound of pleading rejection to the action, which was met with the same stilted silence that had filled the space around her for most of her captivity. As she stepped from the panties, her knees almost gave out from under her, forcing the hands to quickly grab hold of her ass and hold her up. She found her bare, now sensitive, body pressed against the rough heated fabric of jeans and a t-shirt, the body so obviously male even as the voice of the figure finally spoke. "There, there." The voice sounded so mature and soothing, as if stilling the frightened trembles of a child waking from a nightmare. The urge to seek solace in that tone and in those words was nearly overwhelming, and Sarah could only lean into the body and rest there as she tried to figure out what was happening to her. After a while, the hands pushed Sarah away and she found herself being turned and slowly guided up those same stairs she had been so rudely pulled down, the warm, callous worn hands smoothing over her sides, thighs and ass as they guided her up the steps. She felt the warm flush of the sun on her skin just before she was prodded to step out of the open doorway that she had been instructed to go to from the young woman. As Sarah tried to force her way back into the house, the humiliating blush of exposure filling her cheeks and slowly sliding down the rest of her body, the man continued to press her out, his ministrations becoming rougher until he finally shoved Sarah out the door. Sarah stumbled out, her bare feet tripping over the steps so that she fell the foot down on the ground, landing on her shoulder and the side of her hip. She was crying loudly now, which only earned her a disgusted sound before she was dragged back to her feet and forced to march across the cropped grass. So lost in her misery, Sarah barely heard the sound of running feet before she was dragged to a stop, the sounds of the young woman's voice filling her ears as the steps came to a halt beside her and the man. "Here is what you wanted, grandpa. Sorry it took so long to find." Sarah's mind reeled at the realization that the man who had brought arousal to her body and had stripped her with tender ease and ruthless certainty was a man who was probably well past his prime. Again Sarah found herself lost in her thoughts, the actions causing her to shrink back as she felt the thick leather press around her neck, a dog collar circling her neck before being secured. She could feel the prickly tickle of a rope hanging down between her breasts and traveling further over her belly, down to her bared cunt before it was lifted up and used to drag her along. Stumbling as she walked over the earth, she felt the humiliation gathering further, to the point that she barely registered the cooling presence and sweet smell of hay that noted having entered a barn. With guiding hands, Sarah found herself being lead into a stall. The lead was attached to a metal ring connected to the wall. With his hands free and Sarah secured, the man let his hands stroke over her hair, softly crooning to her before speaking. "I'm sure you don't understand what's going on, but you will, soon. In either corner before you, you have places where I'll put buckets. One with water, the other with food. You won't be able to lie down but I'm sure you'll get comfortable." He paused a moment, his fingers trailing down to slowly circle around one nipple before giving it a tender pinch. "This is how its going to work. You'll hear a bell ring before someone enters. You'll face the back of the stall, forehead to the wood, and wait until instructed to turn. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will do what you are told to the best of your ability and as quickly as you can. You will be judged on how well you do. Any breaking of these rules or any given to you later will come to punishment." His hands slid down her belly to tease over the lips of her pussy. When she went to pull back, he made a small sound of disapproval. "Don't move." When Sarah settled, his fingers continued petting once more, stroking and rubbing over the soft labia before parting it gently to expose her clit. Keeping the lips spread, he began to lightly tickle her clit with his finger. "Could you imagine standing outside in the lawn, forced to spread yourself open like this? Made to play with yourself, fuck everything and anything asked of you, made to grow so wet you looked like you pissed yourself... only unable to cum?" He chuckled softly as he felt her growing more wet as his finger continued to rub and pet. "You enjoy the idea, don't you?" He watched as she gave a quick shake of her head, denying it even as she gave a pleading whimper, though even Sarah didn't know if it was for more or for him to stop. Dipping his finger further into her wet snatch, he collected some juices before beginning to tease her clit once more, painting it with her own clear fluid. "You say no even as your body says yes. Sooner or later, every part of you will say yes and you'll do everything asked of you. Everything. From the most innocent to the most defiling; and you'll do it all to please me. Not you, but me." Dropping his hand from her pussy, he gently pulled the tape from her mouth and removed the dog toy, painting her dry lips with her own juices before stroking her cheek with his hand. "Now, try to get some rest. You have a lot of training to do tomorrow." Stepping from the stall, he closed the door, locking it in place. He set the bucket of water into the stall. "I'll bring you food later. If I hear you make one sound, one cry for help, you'll find yourself in deeper shit than you know." With that he walked out. Sarah listened to the sounds of his footsteps until they faded away, left with the soft sounds of nature. She couldn't hear any horses around her and there was no scent of any soiled stalls so she was left to wonder what the barn was used for. Still blindfolded she searched the stall a bit, testing how far she could go on the lead, finding the water bucket and even attempting to drink. The water was cold and she had to slurp, since she was still handcuffed as well, but Sarah didn't care. Her mind was slowly breaking down, becoming numb as she tried to absorb all that happened; trying to understand. Curling up on the floor, she sat with her back to the wall, her head leaning into the corner. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep... only to be kept up by the soft, throbbing need of her clit, shocked to find herself more aroused now than she had ever been in her life. Opening her eyes behind the blindfold, Sarah wondered what was wrong with her, and why she found herself anticipating her next encounter with the older man. Summer Home Delivery Ch. 02 All characters described are eighteen years or older. This story contains BDSM, including the idea of slavery. There is a point of lesbianism, and also the idea of incest. Please note now that I am warning all readers. All comments and votes are welcomed. ========== Sarah lost all concept of time as she laid there blindfolded, easing in and out of actual consciousness. When the sound of a chime bell rang clear throughout the barn, it took a moment for Sarah to respond. Clamoring to her feet, she stopped short, realizing her sense of direction was lost, and unable to tell where the back of the barn was until it was too late. A part of mind prayed it was the man come back to relieve her of her need, the mere thought of him and his touch enough to make her grow wet once more. Tears filled her eyes at that fact, hating that he had such control over her body. She knew he had to be some decades old to be called a grandfather, but to her blind eyes and mind, he was a Casanova who so easy worked her body as a professional violinist over his strings. When she tried to press her forehead to the back of the barn wall she found the rope short, her body straining to do it, her feet sliding in the straw. The sound of a soft giggle stopped her and she stilled, realizing it must be the girl who had met her at the door earlier. Her ears picked up the sounds of the door being opened before the girl clucked her tongue. "Come here pretty pony and get your treat." Even as Sarah turned, she couldn't help the reply that came to her lips. "I'm not a pony." Shaking her head, though the action was lost to Sarah, the girl replied a smirk heard in her voice as it touched her lips. "You're whatever I want you to be. A work mule, a bitch in heat, an artistic statue to pose in the lawn. In time, you might even make it into working in the house rather than outside. "A hand reached down and cupped Sarah's heated pussy, causing her to jump in surprise, shivering as the hand gave a gentle squeeze. "Playing peek-a-boo with this needy little mouth." Sarah felt the base of her labia being spread, a finger dipping in to feel the warm juices that had begun to gather from Sarah's thoughts of the man. The girl made an amused sound. "Drooling already, I see. If you're good, I might even feed it. Now, for your treat." After everything that had happened so far, Sarah had been expecting some depraved bit of work from the girl, so when the touch of the moist fruit brushed her lips and the sweet scent of apple filled her noise, she made a soft sound of want. She opened her mouth to try and bite into the fruit slice only to chomp on empty air. "Hey!" The exclamation was subdued by a sharp slap across the face. Crying out, Sarah felt tears gather and try to fall, only to be soaked up by the blindfold. She heard the soft, silky tones of the girl, strained in warning menace as she spoke. "You want to try that again?" Meekly, Sarah shook her head, her head bowing. She heard the soft thud of several objects into the hay before the girl spoke. "Root in the hay for your treat like a pig." Pride demanded that Sarah not do as the girl asked, but her stomach cramped at the need for food, making her think more time had passed than she had realized. With aching slowness, Sarah knelt down, struggling with the fact that her arms were still bound behind her. Leaning down, she began to use her face to search gently through the hay, tears once more dripping into the blindfold, her whole body flushing with the humiliation of the act. She felt the rope attached to her collar being untied from its hook. When a pull didn't come on the ropes, she continued searching the sweet smelling hay for the tangy sweetness of the apple bites. The sound of footsteps echoed through the barn just before the new voice joined them. "Abigail, what's going on?" It was the man who had been with her yesterday. Gloria felt her heart constrict painfully for a moment, unaccountable joy filling her, mixed with dread and further gathering humiliation that he would see her like this. "She spoke out of turn, grandpa. So I decided she could search for her treats." Abigail sounded haughty as she spoke, a slight tug on the lead making Sarah suspect that Abigail had turned to face the man as she replied. "You know you aren't supposed to do anything with her until I tell you. Feeding her treats is one thing, punishing her is another. How many times did she speak out of turn?" His voice had the slight bite of anger, forcing Sarah to cringe as she thought of the times she spoke out of turn. Twice, if she recalled correctly. Hopefully Abigail counted the same number. There was a long pause before Sarah heard Abigail speak."Four times, grandpa. She is a naughty creature." "That's a lie!" Sarah jerked up as quickly as she could, nearly toppling over in her haste to defend herself against Abigail's lies. A soft growl filled the air and both girls shrank back. The lead was yanked roughly, causing Sarah to cry out as she was jerked forward, sprawling out on her belly. "Enough, both of you! You..." The tug on the lead allowed Sarah to know he spoke to her. "No talking unless spoken to. You will earn a punishment for that. And you, Abby... You'll get your own punishment for lying to me. " Neither girl said a word as he tied off the lead once more and gathered the apple pieces. The sound of water filled Sarah's hearing before the hot, cinnamon smell of oatmeal filled her senses. "Eat, pet." Rising up on her knees a bit, Sarah bent down hesitantly until she found the bowl. The hot cereal was the perfect temperature and with gusto Sarah dug into it, ignoring the mess her face began as she gobbled up the rich, sating food. To her surprise, the apple had been added to it and she made soft, happy sounds of pleasure. Her meal was interrupted however, by the sounds of Abigail's cries. Lifting her head, Sarah blindly looked about, a faint blush filling her cheeks as she heard the smack of a hand against skin, the sounds of Abby's sobs as she pleaded and begged her grandfather to stop. The spanks would stop after a time until Sarah heard a few moans before start up once more. Trying hard with the sounds of a punishment filling her ears, Sarah finished her meal, sitting back on her knees when she was done. A sniffling Abigail picked up the dish, Sarah getting a whiff of the sharp tang of Abigail's arousal as she did. Skittering back a bit in surprise of that, another one was given as Sarah found her lead being pulled tight once more. "Oh no, little pet, its your turn now." The man had come back and had untied the lead without Sarah knowing, now pulling her up to her feet. With little recourse, Sarah rose, trembling as she meekly followed him as he led her out of her stall. Marcus, a man of fifty-five, father to two children and grandfather to seven, brought his newly acquired pet to the same bale of hay he had sat on to spank his second oldest grandchild, Abby. Abby lived with him instead of her father since her mother didn't want her and her father had a revolving door of girlfriends. Marcus had become especially strict with his granddaughter after she had turned eighteen, displeased to find her putting herself in more trouble than she was worth. Against the morals of most, he had punished her in a rather liberal manner by tying her over the porch rail and allowing each and every person that stepped onto the farm to do what they pleased to her. She had ended up fucked to the point of being covered and cum, requiring a hosing down before he brought her inside. He had called her a slut as he spanked her, arousing her to the brink of orgasm before continuing on until he was certain her ass would be bruised for a few days. About a week after that had happened, Abigail had tried her best to seduce him, only to be firmly rebuffed. Ever since then she had been eager to please him, asking what he wanted most. Sarah was just one in the long line of acquisitions. Abby had brought Sarah to his attention after having heard an ex-boyfriend of hers complain about Sarah over a coffee break they were sharing. Once Marcus had seen Sarah, everything had been quickly planned to make this day come true. Now, sitting down on the bale of hay, he pulled Sarah over his lap, feeling the bare weight of her trembling body rest completely on his thighs, her belly pressing in on his growing erection. Smoothing a hand over her ass, he let his fingers dip between her thighs, teasing over the two bare lips that peeked out from her position. "Legs spread, slut." The whimper the accompanied her compliance nearly had Marcus groaning. He parted her labia to look at the piece he now considered his prize. He would train Sarah to be his perfect little slut, and only when she knew her place and did what was required without being asked would he give her the right to feel his cock. He allowed a finger to dip into the pink hole he was so eager to fill, feeling the way the muscles gripped at the digit, allowing his finger to rub up against all sides inside her before slipping out. He dragged his finger up the crack of her ass, spreading the light sheen of moisture that had collected on his finger over her skin; just before giving a sharp slap to her right ass cheek. As Sarah screamed and squirmed, he continued to beat her ass until it had gained a faint blushing color to it. After, he allowed his hand to smooth and stroke over the skin, easing the sting before letting his hand drop between her thighs, pressing and grinding up against her until her hips began to pick up the natural rhythm. He listened as at first, her breathing got heavy, her flushed face lifting up into the light to moan her pleasure as he pushed two fingers against her clit and began to grind steadily against her. "Do you like that?" He asked. Her slight nod was accompanied by another moan, her hips bucking back a bit. Giving a soft chuckle, Marcus looked at Abigail who stood nearby. She wore a white tank top but that was it. Her jean shorts and panties were in a neatly folded pile over the open stall door. He could see the glistening trimmed curls of her pubis and knew that her ass was a bright cherry red. He was almost inclined to call Mae out from the kitchen, the buxom blonde having a thing for Abby's ass. But he didn't, instead he turned his attention back to Sarah, lifting his wet finger to her ass. He felt her shudder as he began to massage her taint and asshole each in turn, letting one finger press against her asshole until he felt it pulse, slowly opening for him. Inserting the tip, he listened as Sarah gasped, feeling the heavy press of her breasts work against his thigh as she breathed hard. The fingertip was removed and like before, another volley of spanks were given. The process of arousing her and then teasing her ass was followed once again and the whole procedure repeated one last time. As his finger left from teasing her ass, he helped raise her up. Reaching up, he removed the blindfold, which was now soaked with her tears. "Now, what do you say?" Sarah clearly didn't know, her watery blue eyes lifting up to search his face pleadingly. Stroking her cheek, he let his thumb brush over her red lips, clearly swollen from being pressed together and chewed at during the whole process. "Do you say, 'Thank you, Master'?" Sarah nodded, her gaze lowering down as she whispered. "Thank you, Master." She sounded so meek and plaint that Marcus couldn't help himself as he bent his head and kissed her lips. Sarah made a soft sound of surprise, her lips being parted by the thrust of his tongue. As his tongue licked inside her mouth, teasing against her own, playing over the edges of her teeth before nipping at her lips, he gripped her ass, listening to her groan in pain just before she whimpered with pleasure as her body was lifted up and she was pressed back against a support beam. Grinding himself sharply against her, her hips bucked and twisted against his own. She returned the kiss eagerly, mewling with disappointment when it finished. With her legs draped over his forearms and his hands cupping her ass, he leaned back, looking at her swollen, dripping cunt that begged to be fucked. It became all that he could not to. Instead, he placed her down on the bale of hay, positioning her so that she knelt with open legs, her ass high in the air. Turning to Abigail he spoke. "If you plan on eating anything for the rest of the day, I suggest you start by eating her." He was pleased to see that his words brought a shocked look to both girls' faces. However, since Abby had long since been used to this, her expression turned obstinate at being told to treat Sarah. Marcus spoke again before she could. "You threw her apples into the straw because of a pique of temper. So, now you get to provide a new kind of treat." His words rang with their own warning, daring Abigail to deny him his command. Moving to Sarah, Abby firmly gripped her ass, squeezing it until the other girl winced and groaned, wiggling to break free from the torture just before Abby's face pushed into the naked flesh. Sarah's movements stilled as her breath left her chest, her eyes closing as she moaned. Abby's tongue teased her all the more, licking and lapping at her dripping juices, never staying steady on her clit too long to offer further pleasure. The reason quickly began apparent as her tongue began to thrust into her cunt, fucking her with it. Sarah couldn't say if it was that Abby's tongue was so long or because of how aroused she was that she was quickly brought to orgasm from the act, but as she cried and pushed back, she felt disappointment for not having lasted longer. A point came to her lips as she moaned and shivered a bit from Abigail's tongue and mouth licking away her juice covered pussy and thighs before stepping back. As Abby moved away, Marcus came forward, a teasing finger gliding over her now too sensitive clit, making Sarah hiss and jump, her hips bucking down. "What do you say to Miss Abby?" Opening her eyes, Sarah tried to ignore the teasing finger as her gaze searched out Abigail's form. "Thank you, Miss Abby." A scream barked quickly after from Sarah as Marcus gave a sharp slap to her sensitive pussy. With a cold voice, Marcus spoke, his words barely registering to Sarah's reeling mind at the pain that the slap had caused. "I don't want to have to remind you again, slut, of the thanks you should give for everything given to you. Everything." Whimpering, Sarah closed her eyes, whispering. "Yes, Master." The words were rewarded by a gentle pat on the rump before he turned to Abby. "I have to run out to the hardware store for a few hours. While I'm gone have Danny set out the equipment to start inaugurating my new pet. Also, as Little Sam to come watch over her." As Abby ran off to do as bid, Marcus turned to Sarah. Picking up her lead, he urged her up to her feet and back into the stall. "Take care of all personal needs, unless you want to have Little Sam watching you later on." Since Sarah didn't doubt what he said, she blushed and made use of one corner of her stall, feeling like a common animal as she was forced to use the hay as a toilet. When she came out, he drew her to the side and with a hose was her clean, causing Sarah to blush more before she was brought out through the back of the barn to a corral. Looking over the pasture, she glanced back to Marcus, holding still as he changed the short rope lead for a long leather rope that clipped to the ring of her collar. Seeing her watching him, Marcus gave a small smile and patted her damp ass. "Now, pet, you're going to run. Our goal today is two miles, which is four times around, following the gate. Little Sam will come help encourage you on if need be. Be a good girl while I'm gone." Tying the lead to the side of the fence, he left her for Sam's care, whistling as he walked out, unnoticing Sarah's frightened face as she studied his retreating back. Summer Home Delivery Ch. 03 To all those who have been waiting for me to continue writing, I'm sorry it's taken me this long. Hopefully, this will tide you over until the next one, which I will try and get out to you ASAP. As a note, all are legal in this story (naturally) and this is BDSM. There is also a bit of interracial interaction so if you don't like that, please don't read it. Enjoy! * Minutes seemed to pass like hours to Sarah as she waited for Little Sam to appear. She couldn't rightly recall if her Master had stated whether Sam was a boy or girl. Despite Abby's less than stellar treatment of her Sarah decided she'd prefer Sam to be a woman. It would be easier to accept her humiliation at the hands of a woman than a man; at least then her nudity wasn't that much of an embarrassment. Her gaze gradually began to move around the corral. She realized it must be in the back of the property, away from the wandering eyes of the road. Even if it had been, though, Sarah knew that this road wasn't all that well used, remembering easily the numerous potholes and cracked pavement she had passed over on her way here. The sound of footsteps drew Sarah from her reverie and she felt dismay fill her at the sight of a short, squat middle-aged man. Where Marcus, her Master, had a mature, refined grace around him Sam seemed to be in league with pigs. Shorter than her by probably an inch, his belly hung out from beneath his shirt, over his pants a bit. Fine black hair covered the suspended flesh, matching the thick mat of it slicked back with what she hoped was water but Sarah suspected grease. Unshaven and with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Sarah barely managed to suppress the gag that rose to her lips. She watched the man pause a few feet before her, saw how his dark eyes looked at her bare body, starting with her feet and going to her head, traveling back down to stare pointedly at her wet, pink pussy. Sarah knew that it was still flushed from Abby's oral attention and the slap Marcus had set to it. With a blush filling her cheeks, she shied away, turning and bending one leg to try and hide that part of her nudity from Sam's greedy gaze. "Here Sam, I brought these for you." Sarah's head swung around at the sound of the warm tenor voice, her lips parting a moment as she watched a hulking man of muscle step out of the shadows of the barn. Oblivious to the equipment he held, Sarah stared at the towering man. His dark skin was soft in the sunlight, a rich contrast to the plain white t-shirt he wore stretched taunt over thick muscles. Her gaze continued to eat up the sight of him, taking in the tight ass and huge legs. She realized this was Danny and she felt herself growing flustered, attracted to him like no man she had seen before. Danny didn't even pay her more than a passing glance as he handed over the handful of rope and a long stick covered in leather to Sam as he spoke. "Marcus wants me to ride out to town with him and drop off the delivery truck. I'll be back shortly after that to come help if you need it." "No," Sam stated, his voice gravely and deep, as if his low stature made an impact on it. "I think I can break this little filly here by myself. Marcus has already stated how quick she is to bend." Danny only nodded and turned, treating Sarah with the full view of his front. He gave her a shy, warm smile that made Sarah suddenly realize Danny was no older than her, if not just eighteen. She watched him walk back through the barn, her jaw slack. She didn't pay Sam much attention, which was her mistake when she suddenly felt the hot presence of him near her, the tang of old sweat and male filling her nostrils in an unpleasant mixture. Unconsciously Sarah wrinkled her nose, her gaze down on Sam's hands as he began untangling the mess that Danny had brought him. Just as he managed to shake the ropes free and set the leather covered pole to the side he caught sight of her look of disgust. Sarah watched as an angry flush soon came to cover Sam's face, white spittle forming at the corners of his mouth as he jerked her collar and forced her down on her knees before him. "Don't you ever give me that fucking look again, bitch! Do you hear me! I will whip your fucking ass until it bleeds next time you do!" Paling at the sudden anger she was faced with, Sarah shrank back and gave a meek nod to his words before dropping her gaze. Her body sat trembling as she waited for some blow, understanding now that Sam was not a man any girl would want to mess with. Sam calmed himself down as he stared at the young beauty bowed before him. He had to quell the urge to show her just how much lower she was than him, his cock already rock hard and straining against his jeans with the need to do so but he knew what Marcus wanted came first and his needs second. With a rough movement, Sam brought Sarah back up to her feet once more, his movements just as equally rough as he forced her to step into the loop made by the ropes and dragged them up her body until he could tighten it to perfection around her waist. "These are silk ropes. So there won't be any biting into your pretty white skin." Sam stated as began to fix what Sarah figured was a thong into place. The rope was golden in hue, the knots around her hips meant so that the length could be tightened or loosened as need be. Caught between her legs was a second rope, which Sam adjusted so that a trio of knots were soon lined up with her asshole, her clit and the mouth of her pussy. With the rope so snug she realized that each step she took would cause the knots to rub against her already sensitive skin in a teasing manner, never enough to fully please her. Sarah flushed with her new understanding, standing meekly as Sam took his time fixing the ropes and the way her ass and labia clung to it. He gave her a pat on her ass as he came back in front of her, looking pleased with the image as well hornier than before. She tried not to flinch as his thick, blunt fingers came up and grasped her breasts, the rough pads of his forefinger and thumb catching hold of her nipples and lightly twisting them between his fingers until they were long and drawn out. "Too bad Marcus denied me clamps. You would have looked very pretty with a chain attaching these two buds together, weights making them stand out proud." He smirked as he looked up at her face, seeing her pallid features and the flush of humiliation on her cheeks. "Don't worry though, sooner or later he will. You'll learn to love me for them too." Finished with his torment, Sam released her breasts, paying only a minute amount of attention to the still hard nipples as he collected her lead and the pole. "Now, Marcus said you're going to run two miles, so let's get started." The pole in his right hand he gave it a shake, a slender rope of leather coming free to show that it was actually a whip. Seeing the look of horror on Sarah's face he chuckled softly. "Now, now, don't you worry; this is more for encouragement than punishment." He moved to stand in the center of the corral, the base of the pole in his right hand, her lead in his left. Giving an expert flick of the whip towards her ass he barked out the order. "Run!" Startled by the snap of the whip so close to her body, Sarah didn't waste a second in doing as told. However, she soon found the act of running harder due to the fact her hands were still bound behind her. With a look of panic, Sarah stared blindly ahead, hearing the snap of the whip behind her, sometimes sliding against the curve of her ass. The continued orders from Sam were lost on her ears as the pounding of her blood and the crack of the whip was the center of her attention, but soon she began to realize something else... the wet slide of her juices against her thighs. Too frightened by the whip to realize it, by the time Sarah had made one circuit of the corral her body was up in flames with need. The rope moved against the movements of her body, toying with her clit, teasing the muscles of her ass and slit. She felt the low ache of desire burning in her belly. By the time she had run one mile, her head was swimming with it. She ached with the want to be fucked, to feel more than just the toying rub of the rope between her thighs. The crack of the whip was beginning to frighten her less, Sarah too lost in the sea of need to be aware of it. It was then that she felt the first nip of it at her thighs. Realizing she had been slowing down, Sarah gave a groan as she began to pick up the pace, trying to outrun the whip as her body began to burn hotter from the pull of the rope. By the end of the third round her body had become oversensitive and Sarah was growing winded. She could feel the sweat coating her body, stinging her eyes as it mixed with her juices. Her pussy flinched with each pull of the knot against her clit, her ass feeling numb thanks to the knot back there. As she was halfway through her last lap, she noticed Danny leaning against the gate of the corral, his dark brown eyes watching with appreciation as her breasts swayed and her body moved. She felt a fresh wave of need fill her, causing her juices to flow all the more as she limped through the last of the lap and came to stand on trembling legs where she had started. With her eyes closed and her mouth open she panted from the exertion, her body trembling with exhaustion. Sam came to her then, the whip set to the side and his hand coming to peel back her labia. Sarah trembled roughly as she looked up at his face, watching him lick his lips as he looked over the deeply flushed flesh. "God, you're so fucking wet." His voice was rough and Sarah turned her head away in disgusted humiliation. He didn't seem to care but turned to look at Danny, who had slid between the rails of the fencing to come join the pair. "Look at her. Marcus' was right." Danny gave a nod and reached for the lead. "She needs to be walked after such a run." Sam gave a shrug then offered a light slap to Sarah's ass. "Get moving. Walk one lap around the corral then we'll give you a bath." Sarah moved at the slap, unable to look either man in the face as she walked away from them. Walking with the ropes still tied around her was worse than running, her body now overly sensitive and able to take in the sensations without the drive of the whip to distract her. She could feel the sticky feel of her sweat and juices all over her body, the gritty feel of the dirt coating her feet and clinging to her skin in a faint covering from the dust she had kicked up in the run. She was still panting by the time she came back to the waiting men, Danny offering a sympathetic look as he likewise stared down at the ropes. "Ready for your bath?" Sarah could only glance up at him in a shy, uncertain manner, her heart beating hard just from having him near. She wasn't paying much attention to Sam so it was with a brief surprise that she felt the ropes being removed from around her waist. Looking down, she stepped out of the loop without being told, flushing as she saw just how soaked the ropes actually were. He smirked as he glanced to Danny. "These will have to be given a through washing too." Giving a nasty chuckle, Sam dangled the ropes in front of Sarah's face. "Unless you think we should gag her with them. She'd look pretty in a bridle coated in her juices." Sarah flinched back even as Danny drew her away from Sam, using the pretense of changing the leather lead back out for one of rope. "Let her be, Sam. She's had a rough day already and it isn't even half over." Dread filled Sarah at those words and she stared in mute horror at Danny's back as he led her into the cool reprieve of the stable. Danny tied Sarah up to one of the center support beams within the aisle of the stable, moving behind her to gather up the tack that Sam had left outside. Rope gone from his hands Sam came over to her, a scowl once more on his face as he lifted a hose and twisted the nozzle. Before Sarah could even understand what was happening, a spray of icy cold water began to strike her skin, causing her to cry out as she jumped up and down. With a shake of her head she cleared her face of water enough to see Sam's malicious look of glee as he continued to wash off her body. She gasped as he directed the spray to more tender areas, one of his hands gripping the left cheek of her ass and lifting it up so he could send the spray up against her pussy. Again Sarah cried out, sobbing as he made the water spray for a long moment of her clit, his thumb crudely rubbing over her asshole, which seemed far more accepting of any attention than before. Sarah felt drained when Sam finally finished up, a cotton towel soon brought out and used to dry off her body a bit then her hair. She was standing there in mute misery as she heard Danny's voice as he approached once more. "Her stable is clean again." Realizing that he must have had to clean out the soiled hay, Sarah finally gave in to the urge to break down in sobs, her head hanging down as she was brought to kneel down in front of the bale of hay she had earlier been punished on. She didn't know who had hold of her and she didn't care, even as gentle hands gathered her hair and brushed it free of tangles before braiding it into a neat tail to hang down her back. She felt the gentle stroke of a large hand on her head, the pull on her lead light but enough to turn her around and guide her to lay her head against the jean clad thigh. Watery eyes looked up at Danny's face as he continued to gently pet her head, hearing the murmured words he offered to soothe her. She felt her tears dry up and watched in awe as he smiled down at her. "See, it wasn't so bad, was it? You did a good job. Marcus will be proud of you." Sarah had been so wrapped up in the delight of Danny and his gentle touches after Sam's crude treatment that she had forgotten all about Marcus, her Master, and his granddaughter. Swallowing, Sarah ducked her face back down against Danny's inner thigh, giving a soft sigh as her body relaxed once more. She could still feel arousal like a hot ember, deep in the pit of her lower belly. Sarah lifted her eyes to see the crotch of Danny's jeans and soon all she could think about was the thick, large cock he must have. With the pretext of nuzzling in acceptance and pleasure at the tender attention he was giving her, Sarah soon worked her face up between his legs, her motions growing more frenzied as her mind caused her need to grow once more into a fevered pitch. Danny gave a jerk of surprise at Sarah's sudden actions, shoving her back so she fell on her ass as he stood up. He stared at her with shock, seeing the flush of arousal once more staining her cheeks, her nipples pebbled with want, and the smell of her juices wafting from her freshly cleaned body. Giving a shake of his head, he reached down and drew her to her feet. "You shouldn't have done that. No matter how needy you get, you never do anything like that unless you're told to." He gave a sigh of resignation, making Sarah realize through her haze of lust that he was going to tell Marcus and she would be punished for it. The mere thought had her body cooling down again, fear gripping her as she wondered just how he would punish her for that; certain that no spanking with his fingers in her cunt was in her future for this one. Caught up in her thoughts, Sarah didn't realize Danny had brought her back to her stall until he was tying the rope off on the hook in the wall. She looked up at him, watching as he reached up to remove a bucket from higher up on the wall and walking out with it. Sarah stood there numbly with the sweet smell of hay surrounding her, watching where Danny had disappeared to until he came back. Setting the bucket of water down at her feet, he gave her a smile. "Someone should be out to feed you soon. Why not get some rest and relax while you wait." He gave another pet of her head, her fingers gliding over her cheek briefly before he left her, this time locking the stall door as he did. Sarah listened to the sound of his footsteps until they faded away, leaving her once again in the silence of the stable, with the faint echo of bird calls coming out through the open doors which lead to the corral. With a sigh, Sarah knelt down and drank some of the fresh, cool water before wiggling in the hay to get comfortable, once more leaning against the wall, tucked in the corner so that she might sleep.