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Elsie's dreams were a mess of fear and hope and painful desire. In nightmares, Chase pursued her across the village beach as she slogged through the sand. She could see Leo and tried to run to the safety of his side, but Chase's hands seemed always on the verge of grabbing her, hauling her down, using her to slake his need. Elsie longed to escape him, but another part of her-a part that burned with shame and self-hatred-wanted to fail. She tripped and fell to the ground, waking as Chase leaped on her.
Crying with frustration in the pink dawn light, she jammed two fingers inside herself and simulated the cock she'd been denied until the orgasm she'd been building in her dreams shattered.
Her cheeks burned as she showered in silence. She dressed, she ate, she went outside to work her fields. Today, she decided, she would water the seeds and clear more stones away from the ruined fields. But when she reached the area where her first plantings had been set, her knees nearly buckled with joy. Little green shoots poked tentatively from the soil, the first sign of life from her seeds so far. Elsie felt tears on her cheeks and a rush of real joy. Life. She'd created life.
The shame was still there, lurking behind her cheeks. But this was a sign, more than anything else, that she'd made the right decision in leaving the corporate world and her gray dingy cubicle to move out to Moondust Hollow and take over the farm she'd inherited from her grandfather. She was many things, not all of which she was proud of, but she had succeeded in the first step of her plans: she was farming.
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With trepidation, she checked the mailbox at lunch for her daily 'work schedule'. What awaited her next?
Monday had been spent with the carpenter, Rachel, and her husband Darryl. He had dominated Elsie effortlessly, spanking her with a riding crop while Rachel touched herself and Elsie tried not to drool on the domestic goddess who'd splayed herself out on the bed for her attention. The night had ended with a shattering orgasm courtesy of Rachel's tongue while Darryl filled Elsie's mouth and throat with his cock.
She'd justified her participation in the affair as mutual attraction. Elsie liked Rachel and Darryl, and they liked her. Sure, it was unusual for a working relationship to turn into a threesome, and yes, Rachel had outright called her participation 'sex work', but Elsie didn't have to view it that way. She rejected the idea that she was paying off her debt; instead, she was doing something she wanted and getting credit for it.
Then Tuesday came and destroyed her pretty fictions. Charlotte, wife of the village store keeper Paul, and perhaps the most domineering woman Elsie had ever met, had looked her in the eye and told her that her debts would be honored on her knees. Shamed by the implication that she was untrustworthy, Elsie had capitulated. Charlotte invaded her mouth, pussy, and anus with a collection of toys while Paul watched and played with himself, and Elsie experienced an orgasm which rendered her legs little more than jelly.
Wednesday saw fresh justifications as Elsie wrestled with the implications of what she was becoming. She'd given in to Rachel because of attraction, and to Charlotte because of her connection with Rachel, but that didn't mean she would do this for just anyone in the village! She wasn't a sex worker and hadn't signed up to become one-until Kevin, neglected by his wife Jessie, offered her cash for a blowjob. Elsie had agreed in a matter of seconds, letting him use her mouth and sending her home richer and aching with dull need.
Last night, Thursday, she'd been assigned to work with Chase, the village blacksmith. He seemed to have real work for her, not sex in mind, until modeling jewelry so he could take pictures and advertise the pieces for sale turned into a role playing game she had no script for. He'd plowed into her without so much as a condom, finishing in her ass as she cried and tried to wriggle away. Afterwards, he'd seemed oblivious to the fact that he'd raped her-and Elsie wasn't ready to tell him, fleeing into the night instead.
She'd been disoriented and confused, wandering onto the beach instead of back home. A young man had found her and taken her to his nearby shack, helping her clean up and giving her water and pills for the pain. He'd told her his name was Leo and explained, a touch sheepishly, that what was happening to her was no accident: the inhabitants of this sleepy little village had a shared interest in kink and were known for making 'work arrangements' with impoverished newcomers. Elsie wasn't the first, just the newest.
This revelation was both comforting and terrifying: the former because it meant Elsie wasn't doing anything to cause people to sexually dominate her and the latter because she now had no idea what she'd agreed to when she arranged to settle her debts through a work-share program. She gazed down at the envelop in her hands, her heart beating with trepidation. "Eleanor and Holly" was all it said.
Would they want her to do normal work, the way Jessie had, or would tonight be another night of strangers using her body? Which did she want? Her pussy twitched at the question and Elsie realized with a sinking sense of shame that she was desperate for another orgasm.
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"Hi, oh gosh, hi!" A pretty young woman with long blond hair and startlingly blue eyes opened the door at Elsie's knock. Her skin was clear and lovely, almost glowing in the light of the setting sun, and her smile was warm. "You're early, or Eleanor's late. One or the other. That means I get you first. Do you like fashion?"
The question took Elsie by surprised and she blinked warily. "Um. I guess so? Like, clothes?" She was wearing her overalls, the last clean set of the five she'd brought with her; she'd need to do laundry tomorrow.
