Tina felt the dryness in her mouth even while saliva continuously ran down the front of her five-foot four frame. The red ball gag still held tightly in place, began to cause her jaws to ache as she struggled with it. Her 34c - 28 -- 36 body glistened in the sun from the sweat and saliva covering her pale flesh. The drool from the gag ran over her breasts and her small pink nipples. It flowed over her naked pale body to the dirt below. Tina feared what Oscar was planning as her brunette hair clung to her back and the sides of her face. Just what did he mean by training, and where had his inspiration come from.
Her glasses removed along with her clothes were now in the SUV. The dirt road in front of her ran through the foot tall golden grass. The stillness of the field made it clear not even a breeze was available to aid her in the heat. The road they had traveled looked a hundred miles long to her now. Her blue eyes burned from the sweat of her brow as she looked around her. There was no getting free, he had tightly secured her in the barn entrance. The opening with its darker interior made the contrast of her pale naked body more evident looking into it. The faded red paint on the barn's outside showed the effects of the afternoon sun through the years. The same sun was tormenting her exposed flesh causing it to become slightly red. Tina turned her head. It had been almost forty minutes until Oscar reappeared looking at her.
"Tina you sure look like you need to cool off," Oscar said reaching for the bucket by the trough once again.
Tina closed her eyes and bowed her head as the water splashed over her. This time she enjoyed the feeling of relief it brought as he covered her head to toe with water.
"There feel a bit better," he said standing in front of her with an aluminum canteen on his belt. "I checked the horses thought you might want a drink as well," Oscar said taking the canteen in his right hand.
Tina's eyes widened, wondering what it contained. Oscar saw the concern on her face. He opened the top and took a large sip.
"Spring water, Tina we have our own spring by the old house. You really think I would give you something that might harm you. I know you find yourself in a strange situation, but I would not harm you. I do intend to train you it might be intense at times but there will be pleasure too. I might be a nerd to some, but nerds learn fast. I looked at a lot of bondage porn, learned quite a few things, especially from guys who forced women to submit to them. I watched one guy who took women to his farm and did all kinds of nasty things with them. They never really harmed the women, but they did wind up using their bodies hard sexually along the way. Before I'm through I intend to do the same to you," Oscar said walking behind her.
Tina stood still taking in his words as he removed the ball gag. She bowed her head and spat to clear her throat to speak as he returned the gag to the barn. Her mind echoed the words "I intend to do the same to you." As he walked in front of her. Tina looked at the canteen he held in front of her mouth.
"I want you to say may I have a drink sir," Oscar said looking at her face.
"What are you serious, Oscar this is not some kind of game, you have kidnapped me and now you plan to train and rape me," Tina replied.
"Look Tina face it you have no choice, and it won't be rape after I am done. I truly believe you will ask me to fuck you," Oscar said pulling the canteen away.
"Oscar it will be rape why would I let you force and coerce me into fucking you?" Tina asked.
Oscar looked at her with an evil grin and replied, "I could show you what rape is. I could always get a few of my old classmates together and have a party with you. Imagine being dressed up and turned lose in the field out here with us chasing you. I'll let your mind think of the ending you little cunt."
"Oscar what did you call me, do you hear what you are saying, I'm a mother you can't have me gang raped, Tina replied still shocked by his remarks.
"I think for now your name will be cunt you need to earn a better one. Remember those word images in the gallery wasn't cunt one of your favorites. Cunt, it would be our word against you and that website you are on. Think about it, the plaintiff wanted to act out her fantasies; we only helped her do it your honor. Even more believable after I add a few images of you being forced to fuck in your gallery," Oscar said with a laugh.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD... YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!" Tina screamed struggling in her bonds.
"May I have a drink sir," Oscar said staring in her eyes holding the canteen in front of her again.
Tina angrily spat in his face causing him to place the canteen back on his belt and walk into the barn. Oscar returned standing in front of her holding a black leather riding crop. Tina's eyes grew big as she tried pushing her body backward against her bonds.
"OSCAR... STOP... PPLLEEAASSEE!" Tina screamed as the tip of the black leather riding crop landed against her right nipple. "STOP... THIS... OSCAR... I BEG YOU!" she cried out as he alternated back and forth swatting the pink buds of flesh.
Oscar stood in front of her knowing he would never have his buddies rape her, but she did not need to know it. It was part of the game; her submission training was mental as well as physical. He too knew he could not physically scar her in any way, he did care about her and the boys. The pain she was now feeling was mostly caused by anxiety. He knew he was limiting the force of the crop, as he continued swatting her nipples and breasts. Oscar was sure by the time he was done with training she would willingly give him her body it would just take time.
"What will you call me cunt," Oscar said pulling the crop to his chest.
Tina glared at him her breasts and nipples tender and sore as she yelled, "MOTHERFUCKER."
"OSCAR... PLEASE... NNNNOOOOO...!" She screamed as the leather tip now swatted the pink folds of flesh between her legs.
The swatting was a bit harder each time causing her to jerk at each landing. Oscar went to work on her pussy as she still felt the tingling in her breasts. The dull pain slowly turned to a genuine arousal. The old feelings of being controlled by her ex were coming back. The way he would pinch and use the nipple clamps on her returned. Her breasts were causing her to feel her deep wanting for the excitement of helplessness she thought was gone after having children. She looked at Oscar noticing the bulge in his jeans as he worked her tender pink opening. The mixed emotions of being coerced into fucking him through his so-called training entered her mind. Oscar was sexually desirable to her but his earlier comments about rape caused her pause. Would he go that far with her, she had to convince him not to somehow. She would start now trying to appease him until she could try reason once again. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as he relentlessly slapped it.
"SIR," she cried out.
Oscar stopped and replied, "Yes cunt."
"Sir... may I have a drink of water?" she asked.
Oscar returned the riding crop to the barn and then stepped in front of her. Opening the canteen, he placed it to her lips as she gulped the cool liquid.