The second chapter of a user's request. Hope y'all enjoy.
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Never in Nicole's wildest dreams has she ever imagined that her exhibitionism and farm kinks would land her in so much trouble. This was all just meant to be a harmless, fun, sexy game she played twice a year. But she, in her stupid, horny state, trespassed on private property, fully nude and bound, and she's about to pay the price for it in a pretty big way.
The floor is so dirty and so cold against Nicole's bare breasts, stomach and thighs. She squirms, but not due to the cold -- the rope currently hogtying her isn't meant for BDSM. It's rough and unforgiving on her skin, and cuts into her cruelly. Mercifully, the leather cuffs have been removed, but her hands are still tied together, behind her back and to her ankles no less. Even if she somehow manages to stand, she wouldn't be able to escape, because that same rope connects her wrists to a hook on the wall. She's never felt so helpless.
Jessie, the owner of the barn, has taken her back to the barn where she entered earlier, the dildo still standing up on the saddle stand. After tying her up and leaving her here, Jessie left for what felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes. And from her delighted laugh upon returning, it seems like she's happy with whatever her trip accomplished.
"Glad to see you didn't try anything," she crows. "Having fun down there?" Nicole growls past the ball gag, the presence of which Jessie is very aware of, and the older woman laughs. "I'll take that as a no. Don't worry, my dear, I'm about to introduce you to a whole world of fun."
"But first," she says, walking forwards, "I need to rid you of that trash you think is appropriate. I mean, really, these aren't at all practical! Good leather, though." Nicole feels a sudden rush of cold air on her left calf, and she realises Jessie is using a knife to cut off her boots. Fear rushes through her at the sound of the blade working through the leather, and she stays as still as she possibly can. Not that that's difficult, being as trussed up as she is.
The older woman continues to monologue to her as she tugs her boots off.
"I suppose you're wondering why I've got you all tied up. After all, I could have just called the cops on you and called it a day. Or forced you to pay whatever fine I wanted." Jessica pops the first boot off with a grunt, and moves to Nicole's right boot, beginning to slice through the material. "But I recognised you. You're that journalist bitch Nicole Weber, aren't ya?"
Nicole's eyes, previously shut tight, open wide in newly-realised fear. She's said some not-so-nice things about rural voters in the past, primarily being a journalist covering political candidates and opinion polls, and definitely has on the record some unsavoury words about the intellect and morals of farmers in California's south.
The owner grunts again as the second boot came off, then abruptly stands and knocks the hat off of Nicole's head.
"You've lost me a couple dozen customers over the years, girlie. Good 'uns, too. Other townsfolk have been hurt by your words too. In fact, I have half a mind to invite them over right now to let them give you a piece of their minds."
She leans in close and whispers in Nicole's ear. "That'll come later, though. I want my fair share of fun."
Without warning, Nicole feels a burning pain on her ass and screams in shock and protest. Jessie stands and laughs, brandishing the riding crop in Nicole's face. She glares up at her through her tears.
"Oh, I am going to enjoy this for sure." Another blow lands, this time on her other ass cheek. The farmer walks behind the humiliated girl, who strains to listen for the swish of air; the only warning she gets.
The next one on her left thigh makes her cry out again. Her right thigh is expected, and she merely winces.
"You look so much better tied up in my barn than you do on an Internet profile, you know that?"
Nicole screams in pain as the crop mercilessly flogs her bare pussy, once, twice, thrice. At the fourth hit Jessie laughs and runs her hand, surprisingly gently, over Nicole's reddening ass.
"The rope really suits you, you know. Brings out the sluttiness in your eyes. Which is great, because you'll be wearing it all week."
Searing pain lances through Nicole's ass as Jessie practises her aim, painting heart shapes on each cheek. And then colouring each one in.
"Mmph! Mmnnghh mPH!" the exhibitionist screams through the gag, her arms and legs now simply hanging limply from the rope.
"This is what you get for ruining my life!" Jessie yells as she swats her ruthlessly. "This is what you get for being cruel to the good people in this county! This is what you get for breaking and entering, you horny little whore!"
Unable to help it, Nicole lets out an involuntary moan at the degradation. The woman pauses her assault and stares, thinking for a few seconds.
"You're probably enjoying this, aren't you?" she asks softly, lightly dragging the crop over her thighs. "You wanted to badly to be caught, even if you didn't want to admit it to yourself. You enjoy being shamed for how filthy you are."
It's like Jessie has flipped a switch in Nicole's brain. She bucks and wriggles in her bondage, desperate to be touched, desperate to be talked down to.
Another hit to the thighs, a loud crack that makes Nicole's nose run and her eyes water.
"If people knew what kind of person you really are, they'd mock you endlessly. 'Look at Nicole the slut,' they'd said. And they'd be right. Because you want them to know, don't you?"
An open palm slap to her pussy this time, sending a thrill all throughout Nicole's body.
"You want everyone to know what a dirty little whore you are. Just look at you, so open and wet for me. You're disgusting." Jessie spits at her, and Nicole's entire face burns when her breath hitches at that simple motion.
All Nicole can hear is Jessie's slow footsteps leaving her tied up on the floor there, and she doesn't know what to think, or even do except wince at the throbbing pain and try to slow her panicked breathing.
Then she hears an unmistakeable rustling. Jessie is trying to find something in her bag of toys.
Nicole can't even tell if the emotions rushing through her are more a mixture of fear and anxiety, or anticipation and excitement. She's almost relieved when Jessie takes up her monologue again, and she can just stop thinking and be the mindless submissive she always wanted to be, but was too terrified to embrace.
"Too bad even a smartypants journalist like you doesn't have the brain cells to turn off Touch ID. Finding your train tickets was way too easy. I have a full week with you, little slut! Isn't that exciting?"
The poor bitch is too busy panicking about having to spend a full week with this crazy woman. It hasn't even registered in her horny brain that Jessie now has access to everything on her phone. Photos, social media, contacts...
"Poor darlin', you didn't get to finish having fun before I caught you, did ya? Too busy edging yourself to get anything done. I think I have the perfect lessons to teach you 'bout that. Today, I'm edging you." The bag stops rustling -- she has what she was trying to find.
"Tomorrow, I'll make up for lost time and give you so many orgasms you'll be beggin' me to stop."
She steps back towards Nicole and waves the toy in her face, clearly enjoying instilling a sense of fear in the girl.
A bright pink pair of nipple clamps.
"Third day? I've got two friends who have been left worse off than me by some of your articles. I think I should let those boys have some fun, don't you? My rifle's still nearby, girlie, so don't you try anything funny."
Untying the knots connecting her wrists to her ankles to the wall, the farmer hoists Nicole up like she weighs nothing and lays her on the workbench, quickly and methodically retying her, with each limb spread wide and tied to one of the four table legs.
