What did it matter anyway? I kept asking myself as I waded down the cornfield heading towards the hole in the fence. Who really cared about the raspberries that were hidden in those woods beyond the cornfield? As the corn grew taller it became more difficult to walk to the hole in the fence. I'd discovered it by chance anyway, so who else knew it was there. This was private property and the discovery was mine.
I rounded the next bin in the cornfield and stopped walking. Already the corn was over my head in places in the field. I took a deep breath and glanced overhead. The sky was so blue today and the clouds were puffy and big. Whenever I got this far in the cornfield I started to remember my childhood days. As a kid I grew up in a small community. Our house was located behind a church and in the front of a cornfield. Just on the other side of the cornfield was a creek and some woods. I remember spending summer vacation roaming around in both of those locations. There was even an old barn that I was pretty fond of and here on this property I had seen at least three of those. One looked so old I was sure I'd fall down if you looked at it just right, but it never did.
Today I was heading to the raspberry patch I'd discovered, by accident while picking raspberries to make jam. It was the biggest raspberry patch I'd even found and they tasted yummy! No one was home at the moment so I wouldn't be missed. I didn't care about supper and I had a bottle of water to drink when I got thirsty.
Alone was good alone was comforting. I didn't have to try to keep talking when I really didn't wanna talk. I didn't feel like I had to entertain anyone and thank God I didn't have to listen to someone of lower intelligents talk to me about stuff they really have no understanding of.
I began walking again. The property was vacant today, no one was about. The birds sang beautifully in the trees and the flies wouldn't stay off my sweat covered skin. I pushed my brown hair away from my shoulders and continued walking. The hole in the fence was coming up soon and I couldn't wait to get some of those fresh raspberries.
I stepped out of the cornfield and into a section of the field where weeds grew in abundance around the fenced in area. Just to my left was the fence line I'd been looking for and there was the hole.
I moved in closer and ducked so I could squeeze into the opening and step out on the other side. Humm... the day was beautiful. The raspberries sparkled like jewels on the vines I saw as I began to walk down the plowed down lane that lead to my hidden treasure of raspberries. I picked a few as I moved along to eat.
I slipped around a wooded corner and walked down the hill toward the vine covered gate that lead to another pasture field. This pasture field had been abandon for years I figured, because I'd never seen anyone down here. Not far away from the gate was an old building without doors. Inside I'd seen lots of old containers, and farming tools. Along the wall I had seen two old motor bikes. The tags said they'd last been updated in 1961 so I figured they wouldn't start if someone tried to steal them. The vines growing on the gate sparkled in the evening sun. I stepped closer and began picking them. The last time I'd been here I'd bagged about half a pound of them. They made the best Jam in the world!
I continued to pick the raspberries moving to the inside of the gate where they grew on the other side. Glancing down to check for snakes every few moments, cause I was scared of snakes I noticed a shoe. That hadn't been here when I arrived I reasoned. I continued to look at the shoe and noticed it had a jean covered leg attached to it. I continued to look up.
The leg branched off into two legs and was attached to a body. It was on the lean side and came attached with a dirty white undershirt, covered in sweat and chest hair. A blonde head was attached to the body.
"Hi," the stranger said and spit the blade of grass he'd been chewing onto the ground.
I swallowed, but didn't say a word. I never brought my hearing aids with me when I went into the woods because I didn't want to loose them or get them broke and this was private property, no one else came here
"You like raspberries?" he asked and picked one from the bush. I watched him pop it into his mouth and chew.
I moved my head up and down, but didn't say a word.
That's when I noticed his tractor parked by the old barn without doors. I pointed at it.
"Yea, that's mine," he answered. "The old man who owns this property said I can plow this field and put in some cows." He stepped backward. "You're more then welcome to the raspberries...You rent your house from him don't you?"
I moved my head up and down again. My tongue just didn't seem to want to work.
"I will be working in this field every evening for the next few weeks. If you pick those in the evening just be careful when you come down I wouldn't wanna plow your pretty little bottom."
His voice was laced with laughter. I backed up...
He stepped forward. "Watch out for the..."
I felt the stickers penetrate my skin. I was standing in the raspberries.
I stepped forward to rescue my skin from the stickers, but he didn't step backwards. I found myself wrapped in his odor and his arms.
"You ok?" he asked as he brushed some of the stickers off my skin. Dots of blood sparkled on his hand where he'd touched me.
"Yes," I finally managed to say, but couldn't move away because of the stickers and his body.
"Stand still, will you," his commanding deep voice boomed into my ear as I tried to find a way around him. I stopped moving.
"You've got like ten of this burgers stuck in your arm, Let me pull them out before they start to hurt."
"It's ok, I'm always scratched up and all that," I replied, but didn't move.
He stepped closer to my body trapping me between his legs in the raspberry bush.
"That's good," he remarked. "Once I've told you to do something I expect you to do it," he said. I felt his fingers on my skin picking the stickers out and brushing the blood away.
"I can't have your cute little ass down here picking raspberries covered in stickers and scratches." He stopped speaking and continued picking the stickers out of my skin.
"What would the landlord say?"
I whimpered and he smiled. "A little pain never did anyone any harm," he remarked. "Sometimes pain makes you feel complete." He brushed the last of the stickers off my skin but didn't step back.
"You like it rough do you?" the strength in his voice scared me.
"I have to go home." I replied, but didn't look up.
"Now why would I let an innocent little submissive escape me when I have her right here between my legs?"
"Submissive?" my voice squeaked like a mouse.
He stepped forward and I moved backwards into the raspberry bush. Stickers laced my back and I moaned.
"Pain and enjoyment," he responded. I felt his thickening cock as it jammed into my stomach.
I backed up more and felt the gate ram into my back and more stickers attach themselves to my skin.
"I can tell that you're a submissive," he said, "you just don't know it yet." He stepped away from the bushes and allowed me enough room to step out too.
"How can I let a sweet little thing like you escape me?"
I moved out of the bushes and wanted to cry. I had stickers dotting my body everywhere.
"Feels good doesn't it?" he asked.
"Now turn around so I can pick them out of your skin and put some lotion on them so they don't get infected."
I twisted around not so much because I trusted him, but more because they hurt and I wanted to get them out of my skin.
"How does that feel?" he asked as he pulled out so many and then brushed my skin with his lips and his hands. Each time he removed a sticker from my back he brushed his hand along the side of my body near my breast. I shivered.
"Now hold on to the gate he instructed, this is gonna hurt."
Gate? That's when I realized he had me in front of a wooden gate. His lower body was pressed up against mine. He wanted me to bend forward and grip the gate while he pulled more of the stickers out of my back. What in God's name was I doing? Was I having sex with a complete stranger?
I felt his thick cock pressed between my legs, my body seemed to be waiting for something to happen. I was excited.
A sharp pain enveloped me as I felt him tug a large sticker out of my back, I wanted to scream, but before the pain totally engulfed me he pinched one of my nipples hard. I moaned instead.
"Felt good didn't it, submissive?" He asked his deep voice seemed to sooth me, making me want more.
Gently I felt my t-shirt move over my head and fall to the ground. My sport bra was pulled downward so that my breasts rested under it and hands engulfed them.
"Humm," I heard him moan as he rubbed his thickening long cock against my ass.
"There is nothing as pleasing as a submissive's body."
He moved his hand across my back again pressing down on the stickers and then pulling them out. The pain exploded in my body then turned into pleasure when he gently pinched my nipples each time he pressed them into place. "Had enough, submissive?" he asked. Lust filled his voice and surrounded us. Gently he moved his hips against my ass. His fingers tracked the line of my shorts and slowly they were inching towards the ground.
I didn't answer. I didn't have the voice to answer. My body seemed to be speaking for me. All I wanted was more...
"Say it to me submissive," he ordered in not so much a kind voice.
"Tell me you wanna feel my rod between your legs and inside your ass."
I wiggled my ass and felt the pain spread across my back where the stickers had been.
"I'll stop right now if you don't ask for it," he repeated. I felt his hands move away from my body and his cock began to slide out.
I suddenly felt cold and alone. I didn't wanna be cold and alone.
"Please," I moaned and he stopped moving.
"Please what?" he asked.
"Please don't stop." I said and swallowed hard.
