THREE
Mrs Wilson's eMail
Our relationship deepened and strengthened over the next week. We were both completely enwrapped in exploring, testing each other. Gently, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. We pushed boundaries to find limits. We found none. Anything I did to you, you welcomed enthusiastically, voraciously, ecstatically.
Of course, I did nothing that would damage or demean my daughter. Because I had no interest in any of that.
I kept you home from university for that week of discovery. I could not pass up such a good educational opportunity.
It's Tuesday, you're back to attending school. I'm sitting at my desk, chatting with several women online. I hear you come through the door. You come to stand beside me, hug my neck and kiss my cheek, pressing your young and tender breast against my shoulder. I stroke the inside of your thigh through your jeans and turn to shut off my computer. Much better things to do. Things with you.
"What are you doing, Dad?"
"You know what I do."
"Yeah, I do. Who were you chatting?"
"Several of my... freinds."
"Mrs Wilson?"
"Among others."
"What about her and the Farm? And the girl?"
I open the computer.
Opening my chat site, I scroll to Betty and open her chat
I say, "I'll show you," and pull you to sit on my lap facing the computer.
You read.
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[This is the messages sent by Betty Wilson, I've stripped out stuff about Mel and me, and the questions we asked last week, altering her text when necessary to maintain continuity.]
He brought her to the Ranch over the weekend as promised.
I greet him in the field where we're parking the cars and... she is so beautiful. Looking young and innocent. But I know better from the stories he's told me.
She had dressed as we had instructed, well-heeled open-toed pumps, fish-net stockings (about 2 inch squares), short, tight black leather skirt that molded to her hips and barely covered her pussy, 3/4 sleeve thin white top tied tightly under her tits which were not particularly large, but her nipples looked ready to punch through. She wore the wide red velvet choker snug, set off quite nicely by her tan. Her long, straight California-beach blonde hair hung down past her ass.
I slipt two fingers under the choker, pressing against her trachea. Her eyes opened and looked at me, unsure. They were blue. And I mean BLUE - light in color, but dense, like stained glass.
He lead her into the theater building. Jim had everything set, the stage in the middle and lights and cameras all around. The group was sitting in the couches and chairs facing the stage.
Jim was standing behind me and he pressed his cock in the groove of my ass. I was wearing my long cotton print skirt, very loose hanging over my hips
Roger tells her to spread her arms wide and hold them out. She of course, does as instructed.
Obedience is, indeed, always appropriate.
Roger asked Jim if he had some shears, so Jim went to the shed to get the large pruners, loppers.
So, she's standing with her arms silent and trembling.
As is our way, I have no idea what her name is, but I recognize who she is. What she is.
Roger walks up to her and grabs her tits - hard, REALLY HARD.
She flexes her arms to protect her breasts, he slapped her tits and told her to keep her arms out, then squeezed into her soft tits even more, digging in deep.
Roger pulled her down to her knees by her honeydews.
She didn't struggle or resist at all... You know what they're like with Roger. He's got that thing. Not for me - but he's never lacked a... lady.
I expected him to have her suck him, but he just left her kneeling in front of him, resting his hand on her head.
We all waited expectantly, knowing where it will end, but not knowing the path he'd lead us down.
Her throat looked so vulnerable and feminine as she stretched to look up at him from the floor.
Jim came back with the loppers and handed them to Roger.
The big, heavy pruning shears he uses in the swamp.
When she saw them the poor thing began to shiver and tremble and I could hear her suppressing and swallowing the whimper.
As you know, We don't allow damage at our place. I wasn't worried about it, but obviously, she must have been.
Roger stroked her cheeks with the huge lopper blade
Tears started slowly leaking down her cheeks.
You could hear everybody holding their breath.
I started to worry that I'd have to intervene.
He traced the top of her tits with the tip of the blade, snugging it under the top. Her nipples got even stiffer and stood out, stretching the thin material.
The also got darker. So dark it was like the top had disappeared
Then Roger opened the pruners and laid them to her tits, framing her nipples between them. Jim and I both took a step to stop him, but it was quickly evident that he had no intention of clipping them off.
Instead, he gave the pruners a twist, dove into her cleavage and clipped the knot just under her tits. Her top fell open and her breasts were on display.
God, they were beautiful.
Not big, but damn near perfect shape.
He leaned down and said something, no one but her could hear.
The group was getting restless - he was taking everything so slow.
She gathered up her hair - the hair in the front and top - and stertched that sun-and-salt bleached hair up, tugging hard.
Then he chopped through it. Cut her hair about an inch from her scalp.
Tears were running down her face as she held that hang of golden-silver above her head.
He cut, not all of it, just that part. Just the top. About two inches.
Then he cut through the shoulders of her top and it fell to the floor.
She sat up straighter and...
You would have loved the way she looked.
She sat up straight, like a good girl. Naked above the waist, hair hanging down back and sides, but very short on top.
She was crying over the loss - AND her bullets were like steel, so - I guess she took it both ways. Some are like that.
Some girls are into that. Can't really call it humiliation, because they like it.
Thing is, now she's marked. She'll have to wear her hair like that for years till it grows out.
Or she can cut it all off
It was down past her ass. Still is on the sides.
So, anyway, he took the cut off bit from her and wrapping the rest around his fist he pulled her over to the stage.
She stumbled at first, trying to get to her feet, but, fast as he was moving, there was no way - so she crawled.
He dragged her up onto the stage, she couldn't quite make it on hands and knees and sort of collapsed.
He dragged her roughly, bouncing her over the edge.
He got her up on the stage and made her kneel.
He separated her hair into two and twisted each side into a rope. Then threaded them through a couple of the rings we have set in the stage.
He sat in front of her, spread legged, and set his cock to her lips. She took it in hungrily and started bobbing her head - slobbering all over the place.
