He started shouting again; telling what he would do to me and in which order. He promised to rip my clothes open, he promised to eat me alive, he promised to make love to me like an animal and he promised to make me scream for real, as he commanded me to:
"Stop those simpering squeals, you rusty cow bell!"
At the end of the stables a steep wooden staircase led up to the chicken coup. I hitched my skirt up as high as I could and cleared 4 steps with a single bound. Then carried on as best I could one or two steps at a time. He leapt and being so terribly tall he grabbed my feet. My head jerked forwards and hit the step stunning me for a second but his fate was worse: Both my boots slid off, leaving a grim, muddy mess in his hands as he thud against the steps. I heard his chin crack against a step and despite my stinging head, I laughed like a drunk child and launched myself higher into the coup.
He groaned and swore and followed after me, slipping and tripping with almost every step. Barefoot and out of breath I vaulted over the coups sending the last few hens, made braver by their nest eggs, flying in a tumult of feathers, hay and a cacophony of squawks. I ran to the back where the bales of hay were, hid in the maze and kept very quiet.
He followed. Swore at the steps some more, cursed the chickens and stepped into the maze with me. I wasn't making a peep now and hid deeper and deeper into the maze. He started explaining again, this time in hushed tones, what he would do to me. I was getting so incredibly aroused listening to him tell me how he was going to hold me down with his strong arms and rip the clothes off me. He was gonna beat me silly for a good 10'. Then he used horrible words to explain how his ugly love-tool would tear away at my delicate love-flower.
I squeezed between two bales of hay and my bosoms brushed against the hard-packed hay. The stifling heat was making me dizzy. I tried to squeeze past but felt trapped and helpless. My legs trembled and my hands were no longer my own to command. They reached down and hitched my skirt up. I sobbed and crab-walked through the tiny gap. They reached down and cupped my burning flower. It was so hot and damp I had to bite my lip hard as I went light headed. My ruthless hands went crazy rubbing and hitting my sensitive love berry. Soon I was sobbing and swooning as I climaxed helplessly trapped among the hay!
His heavy footsteps approaching forced me back to my senses. With the iron will of a true heroine I pulled my arms away from my seeping honey-pot and placed them in front of me. I could smell myself so clearly my heady orgasm still on my fingers. I pushed and heaved and made enough room to squeeze through. I took another sideways step as a horrible, brown hand grabbed my arm. I screamed and recoiled. I pulled and pulled and a combination of my perspiration and his grubby digits, allowed me to slip away.
The straps of my pinafore were not so fortunate, however. As my arm slipped out of his clutches his fingers grabbed the strap and within seconds it was torn. He kept pulling and growling and by the time I had wriggled free the entire top half of my pinafore was hanging limply off me, held only at the waist. The one arm of my dress also ripped. I carried on screaming and uncontrollably laughing at the same time as I ran off again. He growled and swore and with a huge push tumbled over the bales of hay that were in his way.
I glanced backwards as I ran round to see him bounding over them cursing and spitting. There was nowhere really left for me to go now and he knew that. He stopped running and took slow, purposeful strides towards me. I ceased my running too and walked backwards making idle threats which were made all the more ludicrous by the big, inane grin on my face. I stood on the edge of the platform, the chasm opening up beneath me. The chains that hung from the roof to hoist the bales up loomed like the gallows. And still the monster took big thunderous steps towards me.
When he was within 6' of me he started rubbing his crotch with his one hands while making lurid gestures to me with his other hand and sticking his tongue out at me. He was such a hideous monster, an uncouth grotesquerie of a man both inside and out. However, I cannot deny he was able to drive me to such wild abandon with passion and lust. He took a step closer. I squirmed away but there was nowhere to go. He took another step and opened his arms wide to grab me.
I spat at him and leapt! I squealed like a little girl and admired the clumsy oaf as I swung away from him. He really could never catch me, unless I wanted him to. The buffoon leered at me confused then wiped my spit off his face and licked his hands grunting. He took a few more steps and waited by the edge. I started swing back towards him. I lifted my legs and as he grabbed at me I kicked. I planted both bare feet in his big stomach and the over inflated windsock that he was let out a huge gust of hot air that stank of coffee and cigarettes. He reeled backwards but managed to grab a handful of skirt.
He carried on stumbling backwards and took half my dress with him before letting go and crumbling to the floor. Free once more I swung away. He was getting so angry now I was genuinely scared. He jumped up and ran to meet me as I swung back. I lifted my feet to kick again but this time he grabbed my legs. I screamed, this time in genuine terror, as I looked down towards the cold concrete floor about 8ft bellow me. I thrashed my legs wildly but he was so strong. His huge hands totally encircled my slender ankles.
"Stop your writhing, you silly cow or you'll fall for real!"
I looked at him hard and calmed down. There was genuine concern in his eyes. My lovable troll. He stared back at me and smiled. He pulled me gently towards him and took a few steps back away from the edge of the platform. He let go of one leg and put his arm out. I let go with one hurting hand and gave it to him. He took my hand. His hands were so rough. He held tight and letting go of my other leg he put his other arm out and helping him he wrapped around my waist.
I let go and he held my whole body with a single arm so easily. He then wrapped both arms around my waist and lowered me gently. All the while he kept his eyes locked onto mine. I was mesmerised by his strength and his concern. He squeezed me tight and inched his mouth towards mine. I let my head drop a little and my lips met his. His musty smell filled my nose and his lips pressed against mine. I closed my eyes tight and he moaned as he kissed me over and over again passionately.
He sucked hard and nibbled and licked my lips and I was a helpless little doll in his arms. He stood there like he was carrying nothing and my arms wrapped around his hideous head and my legs opened a little to wrap around his waist. He carried on kissing and biting and licking me and when I opened my eyes his were tight shut. He grunted and groaned as I gasped for air and pulled his hair.
Eventually even he needed air, though.
"I have you now!"
I laughed and hit his shoulders as though trying to get away from him. He gently started to lower me and then something hit me between my legs. It was big, hard and hot. It nudged at my loins gently and he thrust his pelvis up to meet my wet heat. I instantly stopped smiling and wriggled a bit. But he was far too strong. He rubbed me up and down on his swollen crotch and I felt disgusting. Being used like some object for his lurid, ghastly fetish. I kicked and thrashed and hit him some more. He just laughed up until the point where I screamed in frustration:
"Let me go, you.... you... baboon!" and slapped him as hard as I could across his face. My reward was to be sent flying again. He just twist his waist and hoisted with all his strength and I took off like a helpless leaf. I went over the edge of the platform where, thankfully, he had seen mound of hay still waiting to be thrashed. I went to scream but I just got a mouthful of hay and spluttered.
He just followed after me:
"Cheeky little slut!" He shouted and landed next to me in the hay. With one incredibly strong hand he pushed my head into the hay and the other went under my ruined skirt and started pawing at my bum. Still shocked from the fall he managed to grab my pants and with a single, painful tug they were reduced to tatters in his hands. The cold air hit my posterior as I tried to steady myself in the deep, loose hay. He pressed my head further into the hay and with a single, sharp motion brought his hand back down onto my exposed flesh.
It made a cruel slapping sound and stung like hell. I screamed in surprised anguish but I just got an even bigger handful of hay in my mouth. My bum got another sharp re-visit by his incredibly strong arms. He wasn't even holding back at all. I just tried to scream but could hardly breathe and my tears rolled unchecked.
