Everything is sore. Nicole can't imagine possibly being aroused today -- with the abuse she sustained to her anus and ass yesterday, the relentless fucking from the dildo on horseback and from Sammy's anger, and her rebellious masturbation last night, she can't imagine being aroused for at least another few days. Which, of course, was the point of fingering herself.
The problem with the decision that her sleep-deprived -- and horny -- self had made last night, was that if it worked; well, good for her. They would try to edge her, fail, and get bored. Maybe take a break until she wasn't sore anymore, otherwise their efforts to torment her would be in vain. But as morning light rushed through the high windows of the barn, rousing Nicole in her cage, she starts to wonder if she had made a terrible mistake. Maybe they won't care about her arousal today, and continue to use her body for their own pleasure, in spite of how much it hurts for her. Or maybe her efforts will have been in vain, and today she will still be edged, but just be in extra pain throughout it all. After all, despite the fear -- or because of it -- this is the most erotic situation she's ever been in, and the poor little slut can't help her excitement.
'Alright,' Nicole thinks to herself, 'maybe I'll just masturbate one more time this morning, to get me through the day. There's no way I'll be aroused after one more orgasm.'
She winces and gasps as she starts to manipulate her bruised clit, resolving to be gentler with her ministrations, and slowly but surely, the gasps become breathier, the whimpers become moans. Just as she's getting close, a door creaks open, and Jessie walks in, but Nicole is too far gone to try to hide what she's done. As the older woman's mouth falls open in shock at her captive's actions, the shame of being caught masturbating, especially in such conditions, catches up to Nicole, and she climaxes hard, arousal fluid seeping out of her sore pussy and onto the barn floor.
"Oh, you've done it now, missy." Jessie, having gotten over her shock, stalks to the cage, rope in hand -- 'When did she get that rope?' Nicole wonders, still in a post-orgasm haze -- and wrests the girl from the cage, tying her hands above her head, then to a low-hanging ceiling beam. She has enough slack to stand normally, but only just, her hands stretched and tied tight.
"I can't believe what an absolute whore you are," Jessie spits. Her prisoner can only moan in response, still half-awake and riding the afterglow of her orgasm. "You're captive for a week in the home of someone who hates the sight of you, and not only are you turned on by it, but you're pleasuring yourself even after we've abused your body until it's sore and aching? What is wrong with you?" She slaps Nicole in the face once, twice, thrice, apparently being dissatisfied with the lack of reaction she's receiving from the barely conscious woman.
"You're lucky I'm not here today." That got Nicole's attention. Jessie isn't going to be edging her today? "I've got some matters to see to 'round my farm. Believe it or not, this is my actual job, not jus' tormenting you."
Shame burns in Nicole's cheeks -- so she really did masturbate for nothing last night and just now. And no small amount of relief, too. Maybe she won't have to endure anything today. But just as quickly as the relief is born, it's slaughtered.
"Don't worry though, sweet cheeks. I'll let yer keepers for the day know jus' how dirty you've been. That ye need to be punished -- severely -- for your behaviour this mornin'."
"My keepers?" Nicole whispers.
"Aye," Jessie says, "and you've already had the pleasure..." She snickers at her own joke. "...of being introduced to one of 'em."
The woman walks out, leaving Nicole standing there, utterly helpless, wondering how long she'll have to wait for her torment from the twin farmers Sammy and Matthew.
She's left waiting so long that she's relieved more than she is scared when the twins walk in. Blond, tall, and extremely bulky, they look like they should be wrestlers instead of farmers. They look like they could wreck her in an instant. And they look like today is Christmas, their birthday, and New Year's Eve, all rolled into one.
The new one, Matthew, starts laughing. "Oh, Jessie and Sammy told me what a slut you are, but I almost couldn't believe it. Masturbating after being raped over and over yesterday?" He takes a hold of her left breast and squeezes tight until she's whimpering for him to ease up. "It's like you're just begging for a thick cock in each of your holes." He releases, only to slap her other breast with such force that she loses her balance briefly, tottering to stay upright, the rope chafing at her wrists.
The two of them each take out a phone and begin recording, and as much as it terrifies Nicole, what terrifies her more is the fact that she's growing increasingly wet from the idea of those videos escaping this farm and making their way to people she knows in real life. Her boss, her colleagues, her friends, seeing her in such a state... she grips her legs closer together to try to hide her arousal.
Sammy places his phone on a nearby workbench to keep his hands free, while Matthew holds his in his left hand for close up shots of the captive woman, focusing on her face and breasts as she squirms in discomfort, his right hand groping her lips and her tits. Sammy, apparently happy with his phone's position, walks up behind her and begins to fondle her ass cheeks. Nicole yelps at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands on her bruised behind, her breathing increasing from the fear and the pain.
It's like they've planned this out beforehand. As far as Nicole knows, they have. Without a word, they synchronously move away from her. Sammy walks back to the workbench, but not for his phone. He grabs an item out of her bag of sex toys, and then a small cloth sack from the table, too. Matthew, meanwhile, orients a chair so that it's now just behind where Nicole is tied up. She strains to see what he's doing behind her, but can't turn her head enough. She can only watch Sammy's actions, and listen as fabric rustles behind her.
Brandishing a bright red ball gag, the man before her approaches, and places the gag in her open mouth. She's learned not to resist. It only draws out the torture. The sack goes over her head next, completely opaque, so that she can only listen to the brothers, who are -- very unhelpfully -- not saying anything to each other, giving her no indication of what's going to happen next. From what she can hear, though, she assumes that Sammy is undressing in front of her. Metal drops to the floor -- a belt buckle, then. A pair of jeans are unzipped and dropped to the floor as well. She's surprised by how well she can picture in her mind what's happening, just from the sounds.
Her wrists are untied from the ceiling beam, though still tied to each other, and a pair of hands -- Sammy's hands, they're coming from in front of her -- grip either side of her torso, just underneath her arms. They press her forwards slowly, and downwards, trying to make her... crouch? She isn't quite sure.
Her legs are unceremoniously wrested apart by another pair of large, rough hands, Matthew's hands, and she gasps as she feels her arousal fluid running down her inner thighs. The hands are removed, and she hears something... plastic?... being manipulated behind her. Sammy continues pushing her backwards and downwards. 'They must want me to sit on his cock,' Nicole thinks, resigned to the fact. Wet hands -- wet? -- grip her hips from behind. Why are Matthew's hands wet?
She gasps as the answer presents itself to her, in the form of something wet grazing against her asshole. Matthew's been putting lube on his cock, because he's going to fuck her ass.
Nicole is hit by a sudden rush of panic, and squirms, trying to get away, but the men's grips on her torso and her hips is too strong. There's nothing she can do as they slowly and steadily move her downwards. She tries to scream past the ball gag but can only manage some pathetic grunting as he starts to stretch her out. There's no moving back and forth, easing his way into her, only slowly and relentlessly pushing her down onto him. With no way to see what's happening, no verbal feedback, she has no idea how much farther down she can go. Any time she feels a brush of his pubic hair against her ass, she thinks, 'Surely he can't fill me up any further,' but it's a false alarm and she continues to have her sore anus filled by him.
"Mm, mm, mm!" she complains through the gag and the sack over her head. Her pointless squirming continues, but it does nothing more than make them laugh at her helplessness.
Eventually, she's seated in Matthew's lap. Her breathing comes fast and laboured, and the poor girl starts shrieking as he moves her up and down, gripping her hips and manoeuvring them in whatever way he damn well pleases.
