'It's finally over,' Nicole thinks, walking into work on Monday morning. 'I still can't believe she let me go out of sympathy.' She recalls the past few days of sexual torture, then briskly shakes them out of her mind. Laptop in hand, she makes her way to her desk.
"I don't think so, Miss Weber." Nicole's boss, James Hammond, sits on her desk and raises his eyebrows at her. "You're not an employee here anymore, not after the photos we've seen."
Everywhere around her, she hears laughter. Coworkers who once respected her have seen the videos. Everyone's seen it. Her life is over. She --
***
Nicole's brought back to consciousness with a deluge of cold water on her face.
"Aaagh!" she splutters as the bucket moves down her body, drenching her in freezing water from head to toe.
"Wakey, wakey, bitch," her captor snarls, abruptly yanking out the butt plug that had been lying in her all night. Nicole's shuddering too hard from the cold to make a sound, though she does wince; partly in pain, partly in relief.
Jessie still has her tied up on the workbench. While she was allowed a little food this morning and released for a bathroom break (under the watchful eye of the angry farmer with a gun), she's spent most of her time lying spread-eagled on the workbench, the surface hard against her. Her muscles ache from being kept in that position, her anus throbs, her ass is sore from the beating she took yesterday, her nipples are red and raw -- worst of all, though, is the arousal. The denial of an orgasm yesterday sent her crazy, and she's barely slept at all. She's scared of how much she's been looking forward to forced orgasm torture today, because at least now she'll be allowed to cum.
"Half the town has seen the video from yesterday by now," Jessie says, smirking. "They're eager for their turn."
"Please let me go," Nicole croaks weakly, her voice raw from screaming and dehydration.
"With that talented tongue of yours, and that slappable face?" Jessie thinks for a moment, then strikes her hard on one cheek to drive the point home. "Yeah, I don't think so, sweetie."
"I -- I'll pay you. Lots of money, I swear, I'll give you my life's savings if you let me go."
Steady hands untie Nicole, then swiftly hogtie the exhausted girl, clearly intent on moving her somewhere else.
'It was worth a shot,' she thinks.
Jessie hefts the bound girl into the passenger side of a tractor and starts it up.
Practically kneeling on the floor facing backwards, with her chin resting against the seat, Nicole can do nothing but glance out the window to guess at where she's being taken. Hopefully not to another farm, full of more angry farmers ready to take their anger out on her shivering, vulnerable body...
The smell gets worse, and the sounds get louder. Sounds of... heavy breathing, and loud footsteps?
Oh. The stables.
Jessie hauls Nicole unceremoniously out of the tractor, leaving her face down on the ground.
"What are you going to do to me?" Nicole cries, her voice muffled and her face squashed by the awkward angle.
She can make out the bottom half of the scene -- four hooves and Jessie's boots, and a rope on the ground. And her bag. Oh, god, her bag.
"Slut, have you ever rode a horse before?"
Fuck.
"N-no," she lies, desperate for a way out of what she suspects is going to happen.
"That's alright, luv, you'll learn quick or it'll hurt. Even a dumb bitch can learn fast if it means not getting cut up by rope."
Nicole's breathing comes heavy and fast as Jessie fusses about with the rope, tying something onto the horse's saddle and making very sure that it will stay there.
Nicole realises she has two options. Try her best to escape, to delay the inevitable. Or give in, be obedient for Jessie, in hopes of placating her and making this not hurt as much as it could.