0 comments/ 94092 views/ 28 favorites The Hay Bales By: quiet_control Emily went to the farm every year. She had done for almost as long as she could remember. The owners of the farm were family friends, and so each summer, once the holidays began, Emily and her family would travel out of the city and high into the dales to stay with them. Her parents would stay for a couple of weeks, and then have to return to their jobs, but Emily could choose to stay until the end of the holidays, and she always did. Most of the time was spent helping the farmer and his family with the endless jobs that needed doing around the farm, bringing the cows in for milking, looking after the chickens or helping the farmers wife around the house. None of these things seemed like a chore to Emily, she found a strange satisfaction in seeing a job well done, in helping the farm, and in the tiredness that comes from a day spent working hard, when the fruits of your labour are spread out in splendor before you. The farmers wife was always grateful for the help around the house too. The farmers family had no daughters, just 3 sons, and like most young men, they had little interest in hanging around inside. But Emily had seen the farmers sons grow, summer by summer, from little boys to young men, just as she herself had become a young woman. All 3 had grown broad and strong, and they moved with an ease and sureness that comes from a life spent wrestling sheep and cattle, long days spent cutting and baling hay, and winters looking after livestock on the high moors. Still, though they were in their early 20's now, she couldn't help but still see them a little as the boys she had grown up with, giggling and shoving each other, fighting over the rods when they went fishing, and tipping each other into the river. She too, in many ways, hadn't yet seen the change in herself, from the quiet red-haired child she had been when she first came, to now, at 18, a beautiful young woman. The summers spent on the farm had toned her, and she had become tall and long limbed, not slim, but healthy and full, and definitely now more woman than girl. She was developing a shapely figure many women would envy. Though Emily herself may not have truly appreciated the changes, you can be sure that other people had... Something that Emily had noticed however, was how the personalities of each of the farmers sons had developed as they got older. Edward, the eldest, had always been more thoughtful and introverted as a child, while the younger two, David and Michael, had always been more boisterous and playful. Now the three of them almost seemed a unit for much of the time, working in unison. Edward was clearly the brains, and he did most of the talking. There was a light in his eyes that betrayed a cool intelligence. He was not in any sense small, but he was both a little shorter and slimmer than his younger brothers. David and Michael then, were the brawn, and both had grown into massive men, already gaining a reputation as drinkers in the local pubs, and they weren't averse to fight before closing time either. But when they were with Edward, which was most of the time, they were happy to follow his lead. Emily thought nothing of it when Edward came into the house early one evening and asked her if she could come and help them in the barn. She was in the kitchen with the farmer and his wife. The farmer had his boots off and his feet up on the big trestle table while he chatted to his wife. Emily washed the flour from the cakes she had been making, off her hands, and dried them. She popped the tray of cakes into the oven and took off her apron as she headed for the door. As she closed it behind her she could still see the farmer and his wife chatting away contentedly, the days main work done, and tea an hour or two away. They walked across the yard and out onto the fields, headed for the barn half a mile or so away on the hillside. As they did, Emily closed her eyes and felt the early evening sunlight warm her face, while Edward explained that a load of the bales in the hay loft of the barn had been tied together, and neither he nor his brothers thick fingers had been able to untie them. Her nimble fingers might have better luck. As he did so he looked at her from under thick eyebrows. Emily was barely listening, but she lazily replied that she'd have a go. It was hot work walking up the hill in the sunshine and she was glad she had chosen to wear a simple light dress, though the inevitable wellies she was wearing were getting a bit sweaty, and she was glad of the cool breeze blowing steadily down the valley. When they got to the barn Edward opened the door for her and they went inside. After the outside air, the barn was strangely both warm and cool, with still air, and very quiet after the wind outside. The bales of hay stacked around seemed to deaden all sound. Edward climbed up the ladder to the hay loft. Emily, grateful for the opportunity, took a moment to take off her wellies and followed him. The hay loft, when empty, was a long, massive room that ran the entire length of the barn roof. But now, getting near to the end of the summer it was almost full, a wall of hay filling almost the entire length of it. All that was left now was a "room" at one end, made up of stone walls on 3 sides and a wall of hay bales on the other, with a small hatchway on one corner of the floor for entry. The ceiling was vaulted, with eyes on the beams for hauling the hay bales around. Aside from the rolls of baling twine in the corner, the only other thing in the room were a few spare bales of hay on the floor scattered around. David and Michael, who'd obviously been waiting for some time while Edward walked to the house and back, were sitting on one of them with their backs to the wall, while Edward stood leaning against one of the wooden pillars holding up the ceiling. "Hello!" said Emily brightly to the two younger brothers as she climbed up into the loft, "Lets have a look at the knots that have defeated the big boys then!". She stuck out her tongue as she went past. She strode over to the wall of bales and bent to find the string binding them together. She spent a good 20 seconds looking more and more confused before straightening. There wasn't any. "What's going on?" she demanded, turning to face them. "There isn't any string on these bales at all." "No, there isn't." Edward replied calmly, looking into her eyes as he spoke. "So what? You drag me all the way up here from the house for a joke?" As she spoke, she noticed that David and Michael were no longer sitting down, but had stood and leant against the wall on opposite sides of the barn, and there was a strange look in their slightly hooded eyes. Edward's own eyes betrayed nothing as he spoke. "No. It wasn't a joke. We really do want your help with something. But its not the hay bales." "Well what then?" Emily demanded again. This was getting weird. "Perhaps its easiest to think of it as an experiment. An experiment into potential." "What potential? What are you talking about?" "The potential of willpower in changing things to the way you want them. The potential of punishment and reward as a way of getting what you want. The potential of forcing your will over that of another." Edward chose his words carefully. "And what is the subject of this experiment?" Emily asked, still confused. She was not prepared for the reply. "You." Emily didn't reply for a moment while she took this in. She still didn't really understand what was going on, but she had uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She decided to be firm. "Look, this is just getting silly. I'm not going to be an experiment for you or anyone else. Now if you don't mind, I've got things to be getting on with." With that, she started for the hatch in the floor. The only response that this seemed to achieve was that the two younger brothers stopped leaning against the walls. They were large enough that this effectively blocked her exit. Then Edward's voice came from behind her. "I'm afraid that this will be taking place with your consent or without it. The possibility of your reluctance has already been considered. It is unfortunate, but we'll just have to see how things go. You never know, you may find you even enjoy yourself a little." She turned to face him, anger flashing in her eyes, "Fuck you." "We'll see." he replied. As he did so, she felt strong hands take hold of her arms from behind. Instinctively, she tried to twist out of it, but the grip was steel. Edward looked at her coldly. "I'm going to tell you how it will be." He walked over and stood directly in front of her, inches from her face. "You will do as you're told from now on. Without hesitation and without complaint. Any and all infractions or resistance will be punished, lightly at first, but with increasing severity." "Frankly I expect you to resist," he continued. "Indeed that's the whole point. It will be interesting to see just how much it will take to break you." Emily tried to lash out and slap him, but the brute arms of the two brothers behind her were ready for it, and held her tightly. Desperately, she tried to dive for the floor, hoping to crawl or run for the hatchway, but the arms holding her simply lifted her off the ground with no more difficulty than a prize calf. Finally, she screamed "Help!, Help!" knowing the futility of it, this distance from anywhere, before sagging, limp, in the arms holding her. Edward came down and knelt on one knee in front of her. She had her head down as she sagged between the two younger brothers, their bulky forms dwarfing her. "Hmmm, well that's not a good start at all is it?" he said, looking at her with an amused expression. Emily spoke from behind the hair that had fallen over her face, "Please, I've got to get back, there are cakes in the oven and they'll burn, I just want to go, please let me go..." By the end she was just babbling. "Stand her up" Edward said. They pulled her roughly to her feet. Edward swept the hair back off her forehead to show her face, but she kept her eyes closed. "If you try to escape again you will be restrained. And if you try to scream, not that it matters, you will be gagged. Its time you saw that you have literally no choice." Emily slowly opened her eyes to look at him. The moment she did so, he slapped her across the face with an open palm. The shock, more than the force of it, stunned her, and her legs collapsed, though the arms holding her up meant that she didn't actually go anywhere. "Don't you see that I, we, can do whatever we like with you?" He slapped her again for emphasis, and tears sprang in her eyes. "Now now, a slap or two doesn't seem like too bad a punishment, there are much worse ones available. Do you think you're ready now to do as you're told?" Slowly and haltingly, Emily said "What...what do you want me to do?" Edward smiled slightly, but his eyes still watched her coolly. "Good girl. Oh nothing too taxing first of all. Why don't you go and stand over there." he said, pointing at the floor in front of the hay wall. Carefully, the two younger brothers released her arms, and their eyes warily watched her as she slowly walked over and away from the hatchway. As she did so, her eyes scanned the floor for something she could use to help her, but there was nothing, just stray stalks and dust. Edward strode over to the rolls of baling twine against the wall, pulled a pocket knife from his trousers and cut off a long length. He coiled it and placed it on the floor in the middle of the room, then pulled a spare hay bale across as a seat and sat down. David and Michael took up their positions along either wall, watching her intently. "Go and pick up the rope off the floor and stand back where you were." he said. Slowly, she did, watching him from under her eyebrows as she did so. She stood back with the rope in her hands. "You remember how to use a skipping rope don't you?" She looked at him, confused. "Yes?" "Then skip." "You want me to skip for you?" she asked incredulously, "This is just stupid." "Do you really want to find out what the next punishment is already?" he replied. "No." she replied quietly. "Then I suggest you begin." Emily took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She passed the rope between her hands until she had a good length and slowly, awkwardly at first, began to skip. With her eyes closed and the rhythm of the rope to concentrate on, she slowly forgot her surroundings, concentrating solely on the whip of the rope on the wooden boards of the hay loft floor. She was brought back by a slow deep laugh from the room outside her closed eyelids. "Hur hur." She stopped skipping, and opened her eyes to see David openly leering at her breasts. He had been watching them bounce as she skipped, and clearly enjoyed the sight. Edward stood up from his seat on the hay bale and spoke. "The skipping was David's idea. He thought it would be amusing. Apparently it is, but then he is a man of simple pleasures." Emily realised that they had all been looking at her breasts, and blushed, crossing her arms over her chest. "But enjoyable as that was, the important point is that you stopped without being told." "I'm not going to be laughed at, and I'm not here for your amusement." Emily said indignantly. "Oh, but you are," Edward replied. "And you may have to suffer much more than appreciative laughter before we're through. But now its time you were punished." As David and Michael bore down on her she backed away, saying, "No, please don't." Edward stood back, his eyes glittering. "But we must, or you will never learn. You've been told that any resistance or hesitation would be punished, and yet you have shown both. A spanking, I think, may be a lesson you will learn from. Over there, the hay bale I think." he said, pointing. As they pulled her over, she shouted, "What? No!" They forced her to kneel at the side of the hay bale and lie over it, holding her down. Edward came and knelt by her head. "But first, we need to do something about the shouting and screaming. You were warned about that too." He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, forcing open her mouth with his other hand and stuffing in a dirty rag. She tried to spit it out, but he pulled a loop of twine from his pocket and put it over her head, tightening it and holding the rag in place in her mouth. He let her head drop and stood up. "Ah, that's better." Emily tried to swear at him through the gag, but all that came out was a muffled "Munff Moo". Edward walked round to the other side of the hay bale and looked down at Emily's soft cheeks, the material of the dress covering her buttocks pulled taut by her position bent over the bale. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." Emily tried to speak, but it was incomprehensible behind the gag. She was mumbling now, and it got louder as Edward bent down and gave the hem of her dress a gentle upward tug. She couldn't move her upper body at all, with two men holding her down, but she could move her legs, and she began to wriggle them around. "If you don't stay still, this will be much, much worse, I assure you." After a moment she stopped wriggling, and the mumbling became quieter. "That's better." Edward said, and resumed the slow gentle tugging at the hem of her skirt. From his position at her hips, he could see her face reddening as he slowly exposed her thighs and bum, though the cheeks of her arse were still covered by her panties. He took his time, enjoying her discomfort, complementing her on her choice of panties and commenting appreciatively on her arse while she got redder and redder. Eventually the whole skirt of her dress was hitched up around her waist. Emily stiffened as she felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and start to pull them down. He slowly pulled until they were bunched at the crease at the bottom of her cheeks. Then she felt his rough fingers move over the surface of her bum. She started trying to shout through the gag again, trying to make him stop, pleading incoherently. Without warning his hand smacked down on her arse cheek, hard. Her whole body bucked from the impact, and she let out a muffled squeal. 3 times his hand came down on her exposed cheeks, first one then the other. Each time the shock traveled through her as her muscles spasmed. Her legs kicking out behind her and then collapsing as she did so. "If she can't keep her legs still for her punishment, she'll have to be tied." Emily squirmed again, trying to fight the big men holding her. "Her arms too I think." He went over and cut some lengths of twine from the reels. After tying them around the hay bale, he secured each of her legs to it, just above the knee. She tried to resist, kicking her legs, but he held each of her legs in place effortlessly while he tied the knots. When he was done she could no longer wriggle them more than an inch away from the bale. When he came to tie her arms at the front, one at a time, she resisted again. When she did it with the first arm he said nothing, simply gripped her by the hair, pulled her head up and slapped her. When she tried it with the other arm he said "Stay still, bitch" and then lifted her head and spat in her face. She hung her head and the spit ran down her cheek and onto her nose as he tied the other arm. When he was done, Edward stood back to admire his handiwork. She was now securely tied on all fours, her legs and arms strapped tightly to the hay bale she was bent over. David and Michael, no longer needed to restrain her, stood back to watch, as Edward circled the prostrate girl, her exposed buttocks slightly pinked from the spanking. Edward knelt in from of her again. "Look at me." She slowly looked up from behind her hair. "Lift up your head and look at me properly bitch." She lifted up her head straighter and glared at him, hate in her eyes. "I like it when you get all haughty," he said, laughing, "especially when you're trussed up. But I think its time you were broken in a little. I wonder how quick a learner you are." With that he stood up and walked around to the other side of the bale. The hem of her dress had slipped back down a little and he yanked it back up. Then he leant over slightly and began to spank her again with lazy slaps all over her bottom. They were almost pats at first, and Emily simply closed her eyes, but slowly they became stronger and began to sting, the smacking sounds each signaling a starburst of pain from her bum. Emily tread to squirm away, pulling with her arms and trying to kick back with her legs. She tried to wiggle her hips out of the way of the blows, but it was futile, she wasn't able to move more than a fraction in any direction. Then he began to concentrate on one cheek and then the other, smacking each 3 times in turn with increasing force. The intensity was too much for her to take, and tears sprang in her eyes as she struggled. As they did so he began to speak. "Now I'm going to ask you some questions. And you are going to answer them." He punctuated each sentence with a smack. "You're gagged, obviously, so just a nod or a shake of your head for yes or no will be fine. All no answers will result in more spanking. Failure to answer will result in a further punishment, and the spanking will continue. Is that clear?" Emily simply stiffened and tightened her jaw. Edward leaned back and delivered a full force smack onto her already reddened buttocks. Before Emily could react, there was another, and another. A small yelp escaped through the gag. "I said, is that clear?" As it smacks continued to rain down, Emily began to nod her head, slowly at first and then vigorously, throwing her head up and down as the only way to stop the pain. After a few moments, they stopped. He looked down at her and said, "That's better." The Hay Bales "Now, let us begin. First, a simple question. Do you like being called a bitch?" Emily shook her head automatically without thinking. Immediately, she received 5 hard smacks on the same spot of her buttocks, each one more intense than the last. As soon as they ended she collapsed onto the bale below her, her face in the straw. "Lets try that again. Do you like being called a bitch?" When she hesitated for a moment he said "I've told you what will happen if you don't answer." After another long moment, Emily began to slowly nod her head. "Are you sure?", Edward said mockingly. "Would you like if people just called you "bitch" all the time?" She nodded again. "What about slut?" She stiffened at the word. Instantly she was smacked hard, once. "Answer me." She nodded haltingly. "Whore? Cunt? Dirty little fucktoy?" "Do you want to be used and humiliated like a cheap little tart?" "Do you like being disciplined and told what to do?" Emily just continued to nod while tears ran down and mixed with the saliva on her face. "Much better. We may make a nice compliant little bitch out of you yet." He came around, knelt in front of her and pulled her head up by the hair. "Now do I need to spank you some more, or are you going to be an obedient little slut now?" She nodded. Doing so pulled her hair against his hand. "Good girl." He looked into her eyes. "And for being so good you get something nice. I'm going to take your gag off. If you try to shout or scream, you'll get something much worse than a rag to shut you up. Is that understood?" She nodded again. He brought out his pocket knife and cut the twine wrapped around her head. She spat out the rag and breathed in deeply, drooling slightly onto the hay below her face. When her breathing had returned to something like its normal rate, he stood up and said, "Something nice has been done for you. Shouldn't you be grateful? What do you say?" Emily mumbled "Thank you." quietly. "I can't hear you." "Thank you." she said again, louder. "I don't think you've been grateful enough for this valuable lesson," Edward said sternly. "Perhaps we can do something about that." He went over and cut off some more lengths of twine, then returned and knelt in front of her. He released her arms one by one, and refastened them together at the wrists in front. She didn't try to resist. Then he released her legs and pulled her up by the hair. The hem of her dress fell down finally and covered her sore bum cheeks, but her knickers were still gathered at the tops of her thighs. Her legs were trembling slightly. Finally he said, "Just to make sure you don't go anywhere." and slipped a loop of twine over her head and around her neck, with a long length of twine as a lead. "Now get down on your knees thank me properly." He put his boots onto the back of her legs and kicked her to her knees, and then threw her onto her elbows. Still holding the crude lead, he went and sat down on a hay bale in front of her. "Now what do you say?" "Thank you." she said quietly. "For what?" Haltingly, Emily said, "For teaching me a valuable lesson." "About what?" She hesitated for a long moment before saying, "Obedience." Edward sat back a little and smiled. He looked at his two younger brothers as they leaned against the walls, their eyes glittering. He looked back at Emily. "Now get over here and kiss my feet, bitch." She looked up at him pleadingly, but he just said, "Get on with it, before I take my belt to your arse." She slowly crawled forward until she was at his feet. As she did so, he gathered up the twine from her lead, keeping it taut so she couldn't move away. When she got there she hesitated again, her cheeks red with embarrassment and humiliation. "Kiss my feet slut. Now. Lick my boots like an eager obedient whore." He laughed at the top of her head as she started to kiss them. "I think we may make one of you yet!" She could taste the dusty leather as she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked the cracked and battered toe of the boot. He let her lick them for a while, before pulling her head up sharply. He leaned in and growled into her face, "Well done, but we're not finished just yet." He dropped her head and lifted the sole of his boot, pushing it towards her face. She could see bits of straw and dirt and god knows what else ground into the sole. She recoiled, but the twine around her neck held her still. She pleaded, "No, please. I can't, its disgusting, I'll be sick." He leaned into her face and growled, "I don't care, bitch. You're going to learn to do what you're told, no matter what you're told, and no matter what you think of it. Now stick out your tongue." He slapped her. "Stick it out." Emily stuck her tongue out slowly. He leaned back and stuck the sole of his boot into her face. She slowly licked it and almost immediately retched. He laughed cruelly. "Did I tell you to stop? Get on with it." When she retched again, he laughed even harder. Then he put his boot onto her shoulder and kicked her over onto her side. He stood up. "Well you have been a good little slut. Now we're going to go and have some tea. You'll be staying here, we're not done with you yet. We'll tell them you're still up her doing some work, so don't worry, you won't be missed." "Of course, we don't want you going anywhere either. Come and stand over here." She stood up and slowly walked over below one of the large beams running across the roof. He ran twine through one of the eyes in the beam and fastened it to her wrists, pulling it tight so that her arms were held vertically above her. Then he tied her ankles, each to separate wooden columns that ran down at each end of the beam. As he tightened them her legs were forced apart until she stood like an upside-down "Y" in the centre of the room. Finally he came and stood in front of her. Reaching up and under her dress he pulled up her knickers roughly. "We don't want you losing those just yet do we? And you've been good so you can have the rag back instead of something worse." She opened her mouth and he stuffed the rag he'd used earlier back in and tied it with twine. "And I almost forgot, a reward for you, for being such a good little slut. Should help keep you occupied while we're gone." He walked out of view and went down the hatchway in the corner of the room. And returned moments later carrying a wooden pole with a carved dildo at one end. He put it down and came over to her. Kneeling down in front of her, he lifted the skirt at the front of her dress and tucked it into the waistband of her underwear. Then, looking up into her pleading eyes, he pulled out his pocketknife. He opened the blade slowly and said, "My my, you've only had you knickers back on for two minutes and already they look a little damp. Could it be that you're enjoying this?" Emily just closed her eyes. "Look at me." She opened her eyes again, and he looked into them as he grasped the material of her underwear. Carefully, he used the knife to cut a 3 inch vertical slit in the groin of her panties. "Stand on your tiptoes." As she did so she saw him pick up the stick he had brought upstairs. The main part of it looked like a length of rough broom handle, but the end seemed made of a different wood. It was carved into the basic shape of a dildo, but the shaft was covered in strange ridges and patterns. It looked as though it had been carefully varnished and polished to a high sheen. He wedged the broom handle end into the wooden floor just in front of her, and carefully rested the dildo end at the entrance to her pussy. It poked through the slit that had been cut into her knickers and rested against her lips. Emily knew that if she tried to come down off her tiptoes at all, the dildo would be forced into her. Edward stood back to look at her. He smiled, apparently satisfied that she would be occupied sufficiently while he was gone, and left, lifting up the back of her skirt and giving her a smack on the arse as he went. His brothers went with him. She was left like that for almost an hour. When they returned, she could no longer hold her hands aloft, and they dangled from the rope around her wrists. More crucially though, over the time they had been away, her legs had weakened considerably. Under tension for all that time, her legs had slowly began to spasm, and each time they did, the head of the dildo nudged at her entrance. She tried to move her hips around, but the dildo was solidly fixed, and all she managed to do was further rub it against her pussy. She tried her best to hold it at a distance, but her body was slowly betraying her. As she moved against it, her lips had begun to swell and open to accommodate the intrusion, and it slowly became coated with the juices running from her opening. Eventually the muscles in her feet gave way altogether, and as they did so the head of the dildo was pushed firmly into her, perhaps only an inch or so, but she now lacked the strength to lift herself off it again. It had stretched her already aching opening a little as it entered and she moaned involuntarily. The head had been smooth and liberally coated with her fluids as it slid in, but now each time she moved, she could feel the strange ridges just below the head of the dildo rubbing at her lips and entrance. Each time the muscles in her pussy contracted, gripping the dildo and intensifying the sensations. It slowly drove her wild. She closed her eyes, and began to lose herself in the sensations running through her body, her juices running down the dildo, slowly pumped by her pulsating, spasming pussy. She couldn't help herself as she began to bend her knees just a little, allowing herself to drop just a little and push the dildo into her further. That was when she heard the sound of laughter. She slowly came back from the world behind her closed eyes, and opened them, only to see the 3 brothers watching her, and recoiled as she thought of them watching her while she pleasured herself on the dildo. She blushed. "Not going to start being coy are you?", Edward said, walking towards her. "It's a little late for that after what we've just seen, and there's a lot more in store before we're done with you." He leaned down and looked at the dildo protruding from between her lips. Her juices were by now slowly dripping off the bottom of the shaft and onto the floor. "My, my, you are a dirty little bitch. Getting all horny, tied up with a dildo in your cunt." Her sneered at her. "You must be half wild by now, we'll have to see just what a horny slut is willing to do to get some satisfaction." He removed the dildo from the floor, pushing it into her as he did so. She closed her eyes tight and stifled a moan. Then he slowly, ever so slowly pulled it out of her. Emily's pussy tried to grip on to the ridges as he did so, trying to hold it, even pull it further into her, but it was no use. As the head slid out she couldn't help but let a quiet moan of frustration escape through the gag. He brought the dildo up to her face and rubbed the head down her cheek, daubing her face with her own juices. They mixed with the dried tears and spittle on her cheeks to create a pungent aroma that filled her nostrils. He put down the dildo and approached her again. "Open your eyes and look at me. I think its time we saw what we've got here, and I wouldn't want you to miss it." He pulled out his pocket knife and slowly opened the blade. Using the knife, he slowly cut up the front of her dress from bottom to top, sawing through the material. When he had finished, the remains of the dress hung from her shoulders, and only her bra and damaged panties covered her from view. He cut the shoulders of the dress away, and stood back to look at her, glancing at David and Michael while they stared at her with lust in their eyes. He walked around behind to see her arse, whistling appreciatively. Without any warning, he strode up to her and quickly cut through the elastic of her bra and panties. She could do nothing as the material fell away and exposed her to their view. She was completely naked now, her breasts pulled high by her arms above her, and the wet lips of her pussy spread slightly open by the position of her legs. Edward ran his hands over her body, ignoring her breasts and damp wetness for now, his hands firmly moving down her back and flanks, alternately stroking and gripping her flesh. He stood behind her and pulling her head back by the hair, raked his nails down her ribs. It was hard to tell if the moan that came from her mouth was pain or pleasure. "Do you want some satisfaction whore? Do you want something in that soggy cunt of yours?" Edward growled into her ear. Emily closed her eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly, as if against her will. As she did so, he bit her neck and reached up in front of her to take her breasts in his hands, gripping them tightly as he pulled her onto his bite. She writhed against the ropes and hands and teeth that held her, and the raw cheeks of her bottom chafed against the material of his trousers. He released her breasts and neck, and still standing behind her, began to tease her nipples. After the previous intensity, she could barely feel it at first, but as her nipples hardened and began to sensitise, the feeling flooded through her. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, lightly at first, and then firmly and sensually. As he did so he growled again in her ear, "I think its about time you told us what a good little slut you're going to be for us." He released her nipples and came around in front of her before reaching up and cutting the twine that held her gag in place. The rag fell out of her mouth and drool leaked from her mouth onto her breasts. Now that she could breathe more easily she was noticeably panting. He moved his attention back to her nipples and began to twist them again. Emily instinctively tried to clamp her knees together against the sensation running from her nipples to her pussy, but it was futile. "Now talk, bitch, I want to hear that whore mouth of yours." Despite everything, Emily gathered what little self-control she had left and panted "You've done this to me. Reduced me to this. I can't help it. The things you're doing. But i'm not going to talk. Like some kind of. Slut." As she said this, he began to intersperse the sensual rolling of her nipples with cruel twists. Emily bucked against her bonds, and bit her lip. She writhed and moaned, trying to hold it in. But it was too much for her to take, and finally she began to cry out, "Please....Please....I can't....it's too much...I can't do that...please." She tried to lose herself in the sensations, but the spikes of pain amid the pleasure kept tearing her back. It was all too much for her. Something in her snapped, and she cried out again, "Please....please....please fffuck me....use m-me." She shuddered as she spoke and her whole body trembled. But the exquisite feelings shooting from her nipples through her body, if anything, intensified, and the words flowed out of her in a torrent... "Please...I can't take anymore. Please, no more. I'm a slut ok? A dirty bitch. Please fuck me. I'll be your little whore, you can do what you like with me. Use me like a slut, a tramp, I'll do whatever you want. Please use my mouth, my cunt, fuck me, come in me. I'll get on my knees like a good little bitch. Just please....I cant....I need.... please!" Edward took one of his hands off her nipples and slid it between her legs. Her juices had begin to run in a thin stream down one thigh as he felt her slickness. He parted her lips with his fingers and slowly ran a finger up her slit. As it touched her clitoris she jerked involuntarily. He coated his finger in her juices, and slowly began to draw his rough finger back and forth across her clit. It started slowly, coating it in her own fluids, just lightly touching her nub, but as he began to speed up, the roughness of the callouses on his thick fingers pushed her over the edge. She orgasmed loudly, unable to stifle her moans. Emily's whole body flexed against the ropes as they held her, and she jerked against them again and again as she came. Finally, as the spasms lessened, her legs gave way completely and she dangled from the rope tying her wrists. Edward cut the ropes tying her to the beams, first at the ankles, and then the wrists. She collapsed to her knees on the floor in front of him, the rope still tying her wrists together and trailing from her ankles. He dug the knife into one of the beams and turned to her. "Did I say you could orgasm bitch?", he said, looking at her sternly. "Whores need to earn their orgasms and you have done nothing of the sort." She lifted her head from the floor and looked at him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I couldn't...please don't punish me anymore. I want to be good, please, tell me what to do, anything, I'll be good for you..." She trailed off. "Well you can start by sucking my cock, its about time you learned to please, get over here and get my prick in your mouth, I want to see how enthusiastic you can be." As he spoke he looked down at her, and there was cruel laughter in his eyes. Emily crawled on her knees in front of him. She raised her face to his groin and her hands began to fumble with his trousers, undoing his belt and pulling down the zip. She reached up and slowly pulled down his trousers and pants. His semi-hard cock dangled just in front of her face. As she reach to take it, he spoke from above her, "Mouth only bitch, I want to see what you can do with that slut mouth of yours." She lowered her head and took the end of his prick in her mouth. It was musky and smelt strongly of his sweat from being in his trousers all day and she stifled the instinct to pull away, knowing what it would lead to. As she began to suck the end, Emily could feel it beginning to harden and fill her mouth. Her pussy now ached with need at the feel of it stiffen, and she ran her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him. Edward spoke again, "Now take it in, I want to see how much you can take." Emily relaxed the muscles of her mouth and began to slide his penis in and out as she moved her head, slowly at first, and then, as she began to build a rhythm, further and further in. As she did, she heard him moan, gently at first, becoming louder as she took more and more of him in. She looked up, his cock still in her mouth, and could see he had his head back and eyes closed as she serviced him. Eventually, she was taking almost the entire length of him in her mouth, in and out, the head of his cock bumping against the opening of her throat. But her throat clamped closed whenever it did, and she had fight the urge to gag. When it was clear she wouldn't be able to get anymore in, Edward gripped her hair and pulled her off his cock so he was looking down into her face. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the end of his prick and he used his other hand to wipe it across her lips. Instinctively, she licked it off as he looked down at her. "Do you want to learn to deep-throat like a proper little whore now?" She looked up into his eyes as spoke, "Please, yes please, please use my throat, I want to please you, fuck my mouth." He looked down at her, "Good. I'm going to fuck your mouth like a worthless slut. And you're going to relax your throat so I can fuck that too. You are not to keep any part of you closed to me. Is that understood?" She nodded and opened her mouth as he slid himself back in. He put his hands on either side of her head to hold her still as he began to slowly push himself in and out, further and further each time until he was again pushing at the opening to her throat. He throat was still closed, but she knew that resisting would only earn her further punishment and tried her best to relax and let him in. Slowly, as his cock nudged at her again and again, she let go and gradually opened, fighting the gag reflex and her instinct to clamp her throat closed again. Slowly, ever so slowly, it eased, and his prick finally slid up to the hilt in her mouth, the end of his cock in her throat and the smell of his pubic hair in her nostrils. She could feel his balls on her chin and knew he was now fully in. The Hay Bales Then he began to thrust all the way in and out of her mouth, his hands in her hair pulling her head onto his cock at the same time, raping her mouth over and over. Her throat, now fully open, provided no resistance as he slid his cock fully into her again and again, the head invading her throat. She could feel him slowly building to an orgasm as he grunted into her mouth, his cock got even harder, and she could taste pre-cum on her tongue. Then, unexpectedly, he pulled her head off his cock and threw her onto her back on the floor. "No cum for you yet, bitch." He left her on the floor and took off the rest of his clothes. "You ready to get your dirty little cunt fucked now?" She looked up at him from the floor, her face stained with dried spit and tears, and pre-cum gathered at the corner of her mouth. There was no resistance left in her now. "Please yes, please fuck me, I need to be fucked. I need you in my dirty cunt. Please fuck me." He pulled her up by the hair and forced her onto her back on one of the hay bales. "Now spread your legs so I can fuck you bitch." His face took on a depraved light of lust as he spoke. With his hand on her throat he thrust into her roughly. She was now so aroused that her pussy provided no resistance, and her juices seeped past his cock and ran onto his balls. He began to pound in and out of her, not allowing her body any time to adjust as he ravaged her, slamming his body against her. As he did, he alternated between pulling her hair and gripping her tits hard in his hands, using them to pull her onto him. As he continued to fuck her, driving her onto the hay bale, Emily hooked her tied hands behind his head. The bale beneath her was slowly filling her hair with straw as she was shunted up and down, and ends of the stalks chafed her sore arse. She arched her head back, and as she did, she noticed the two younger brothers still standing in the shadows. She had forgotten them, but they hadn't forgotten her, and they stood stroking themselves as they leant against the wall and watched Edward fuck her on the hay bale. He saw her looking and spoke to them, "Don't worry boys, you'll get yours." He stopped fucking her and pulled out, walking round to her face, saying "Clean it," to her as he pushed his cock into her mouth. He looked up and spoke to his brothers as she licked and slurped her juices from him. "You want some of this slut now boys? I think she's ready." They just nodded slowly and looked at her while she sucked Edward's prick greedily. Edward laughed and pulled his cock from her mouth. Still looking at his brothers, he pulled her up by the hair off the bale. He lay down on his back in her place and told her to straddle him. She put her hands on his chest and climbed onto him, looking into his eyes from the darkness of the hair over her face. She lowered herself onto him slowly, almost reverently, and began to move slowly up and down, faster and faster. As he began to thrust into her, she bounced against his thrusts and they began to set up a harsh rhythm. As she continued to fuck herself on Edward's hard member, he looked up and called his brothers over. "David, you first. Fuck the front end. Stick your tool in her mouth. The dirty bitch will keep bouncing and be sucking you off at the same time. Edward pulled her head back as David came in front of her, dropping his trousers as he did. He leered with glee as he put his already hard cock to her mouth, and Edward spoke again. "Plus, it'll keep her quiet when Michael puts his pole up her arse..." Emily's eyes widened as Edward thrust into her again, pushing her mouth onto his brother's prick. David slowly shuffled forward as she fucked herself up and down, and each bounce against Edward pushed David's cock a little further into her mouth. Finally, each thrust was pushing his prick from her lips, where she took a gasping breath, to deep in her throat, where she swallowed, milking his cock as she did and swallowing the mixture of pre-cum and saliva in her mouth. Then Edward told Michael it was his turn. Edward put his arms around her and held her body to him, holding her still with his cock still embedded in her. David held her head still and casually fucked her mouth as watched Michael strip and walk around behind her. Michael laughed as he saw her bruised and reddened arse, before giving it a good hard smack with a hand like a side of meat. Emily jerked forward with the shock of the impact, her nose mashing into David's pubes as his cock thrust into her mouth as far as it would go. As David withdrew, Edward held her tight again, and Michael roughly spread her cheeks. Her tight arsehole was already wet from innumerable juices, but he spat on it anyway and thrust a finger into her. Even with all the lubrication, his finger was rough, and it chafed her tender ring a little as he pushed his finger in and out of her. Emily just writhed around his digit and the shafts of hard flesh filling her mouth and pussy. Without warning, Michael pushed another finger into her arse, and she tried to squeal, but David just pushed his cock down her throat again, silencing her. After fingering her arse for a while, forcing it to widen and accomodate the intrusion as he thrust his fingers into her, she felt Michael withdraw, and felt the end of his cockhead press against her arsehole. Despite being loosened by the fingers, she could feel it stretching her as he pushed himself inside. At the mercy of the overwhelming sensations, Emily lost herself completely. She was wild now, craving everything she felt. She pushed back onto the tool in her arse as hard as she could, feeling it fill her final entrance. Edward released her as she pushed forward again, filling her throat with male meat. She threw herself back and forward wildly, unable to fill both ends at the same time, frustrated in her lust. Then she felt their rough hands on her hips, shoulders and head stiffen, holding her still. Slowly, in unison, they began to fuck her, all of them pushing into her and drawing themselves out at the same time. Michael held her hips as her fucked deep into her arse, filling her bowels with fire, while Edward thrust into her pussy and David held her head still and fucked her mouth. Slowly, they built up a grinding rhythm as the sawed in and out of her, and Emily felt as though a tide were washing in and out of her, filling her in every way. Faster and faster they went, until they were grunting like animals, sweat running down their skin as they fucked and screwed her. Emily's mind and body were utterly unable to cope with the sensations flooding through her body, every nerve in her body screaming and tingling. She faded almost out of consciousness under the onslaught as they used her. Suddenly, she flicked back to consciousness and as it all hit her at once, she orgasmed. She bucked, but she was held and impaled from every direction, and they didn't interrupt their rhythm. She almost lost consciousness again, and could only tremble as they continued to fuck her, orgasming again immediately as soon as the previous one ended. It went on and on, and she came over and over. Eventually she collapsed entirely, lying limply on Edward's chest as his brothers continued to abuse her arse and mouth. Michael came first, deep into her arse, and she could feel his hot cum leaking out of her as he withdrew. Then David, thrusting deeply into her mouth and shooting his load directly into her throat. Emily tried her best to contain it, but she could only swallow weakly, and a stream of cum seeped from the corner of her mouth. Edward had been embedded in her all this time, and her cunt tried to hold in his cock as David and Michael lifted her off him and it slipped from her sopping pussy. Edward got up, and they lay her sweat drenched body, on her knees, over the hay bale. Edward turned to his brothers with glee, "I've tried the cunt, now i want some more of her dirty mouth and tight little arse." He began to fuck each in turn, putting his leg up on the hay bale as he thrust into her already cum filled arse. Then he moved to her mouth, pulling up her head and pushing his cock, covered in her own secretions and Michael's cum, between her lips. She tried her best to clean his cock as, for the second time, he fucked deep into her mouth. Finally, he pulled out and returned to her pussy, and used her hair, held in one hand, to fuck her harder. He pounded her against the hay bale again and again, driving into her abused and tender pussy. He was animal now, growling as he fucked the woman beneath hard, slamming his body into her arse, before finally grunting as he spilled his seed deep inside her. He continued to fuck her as he did so, working his cum deep inside, before pulling out of her and giving her arse cheek a satisfied smack. He came around in front of her and used his hand to wipe the cum still leaking from his cock onto her face. As he did so he spoke to his brothers and his breathing gradually slowed to normal. "Well I think we're done for now." he said lazily, "We've got the rest of the summer to use her as we please, so there's no rush." He smiled as he spoke. They tied her sweaty and cum stained body to the beams again, and used a hose to wash her clean. Then they dried her with rough towels until her skin glowed from their attentions. David and Michael, now dressed, walked over to the hatchway that led down the hayloft. But Edward waited a moment and spoke to her. "Well well, think you're ready to service us all summer like a good little slut?" He laughed. "We may not even let you go then, you clearly love this sort of treatment. We'll just have to see. This has been a most interesting experiment though, there's no denying. And there are so many more to conduct..." Then they left, leaving her tied and naked once more, and with plenty of time to consider her fate. But as they did so, they failed to notice that Edward's pocket knife was no longer embedded in the beam, and a gleam of metal showed through Emily's clenched fingers.