Heads up here, this is kind of a dark story and doesn't have a happy ending.
Contains: Futa, futa on male, femdom, torture, rape, humiliation, mind break
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The sun poured down mercilessly and red hot clouds of dust swept across the barren dessert plains as David stepped out of his truck. He was a decent looking young man that had plenty of problems. He was only eighteen, broke, had no family, and as of two weeks ago had no job and was about to get kicked out of his apartment. There weren't allot of opportunities for people like David anymore it seemed. People who never had much schooling but were good with their hands weren't wanted anymore, nowadays every place wants you to have a college degree. Well David wasn't much for the idea of college, he had learned all he needed to know, he felt. All he wanted was a roof over his head and three square meals a day, and he was more than willing to work plenty hard to get it. He actually enjoyed his work, he liked the tactile feel of doing things with your hands.
That's what led him all the way out here to a secluded farm in the middle of nowhere. He stood in front of a sturdy wooden fence, about chest height that seemed to stretch out forever in both directions. A little ways off in the distance he could see a small house with faded yellow paint, and just beyond that was a large red barn. Between him and the buildings a thin heard of cows grazed lazily around the field. God knows what they were planning to find in the barren dust beneath them, but you certainly couldn't knock their spirit for trying.
David walked a few yards along the fence to where he spied a metal gate. He was about to lift up the latch and waltz on through when noticed a hand painted sign nailed to a post just beyond the fence. "NO TRESPASSERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED" it declared ominously in large angry red letters.
David thought for a moment. He was replying to a help wanted ad, he wasn't a trespasser was he? He looked around but didn't see anyone that he could call out to, so if he wanted the job he was going to have go in. He certainly didn't want to get shot at by any crazy rednecks but he really did need the work. There weren't any other jobs in the local paper promising room and board like this one was either. David decided that the opportunity was too good to pass up pulled open the gate. If they really didn't want people coming up to the house they would've locked the gate, right?
The heat really was near unbearable out in the country and even the quick walk from the fence to the farmhouse left him tired and sweaty. The cows paid neither him nor the heat any mind as he weaved through them to get to the house and climb the few wooden steps up to the front porch. Once in front of the door he swallowed what little saliva his mouth could produce in the heat and rapped his knuckles across the splintering wood.
Several moments passed and he didn't hear anything from inside. He was just a second or two from turning back when the door suddenly swung open without warning. David had to quickly step back to avoid being hit in the face with the door and nearly stumbled over himself. As soon as he regained his footing he looked up and was taken aback by the person in front of him.
Where he had expected a gruff hairy redneck was instead a kind, matronly woman. She was about the same height as him and looked to be somewhere in her 40s. Looking her over twice though, she was in magnificent shape for her age. She still had somewhat of an hourglass figure, even if part of it was obscured by the large plaid button up shirt she wore. Her jeans however seemed almost too tight on her and clearly showed off the curves of her legs and her wide child bearing hips. Her breasts must have been huge as they were still clearly visible through her baggy shirt. It was evident that they had begun to sag, but they still retained a pleasant tear drop shape. Finally he rested on her face, which even which a not so small amount of wrinkles still retained a bit of youthful warmth. Her lively green eyes stared gently back at him from behind locks of sandy blonde hair going down to her shoulders.
"Oh, sorry shugah, did I get'cha with the door?" She asked in a thick country accent.
"Oh no, don't worry about it. I'm fine." He smiled as he thought that this job may work out even better than he thought.
"Well ah reckon you must be here for the farm hand job." She deducted correctly.
"Yes ma'am, if it's not already filled."
The older woman smiled in an innocent manner while some not so innocent thoughts went by her mind. She liked the way he called her ma'am.
"You'd be the fist one to come a'knocking actually. Why don't we step inside and discuss the specifics, and maybe get you something to cool off with."
As she turned around to go inside David was immediately drawn to her ass. It seemed too large on her frame and strained against the tight jeans, threatening to tear them open if she should squat or bend over. Despite the woman most likely being twice his age he felt a lustful stirring in his loins.
He kept an eye on her backside as he followed he into the cozy little home, enjoying the hypnotic wobble in her walk cycle. She led him to an old sofa and bid him to sit while she went in the kitchen to get them drinks. It could have been his imagination, but David could've sworn that she had an extra button undone at the top of her shirt when she came back out and put down two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade.
"Thank you ma'am." He said as he poured himself a glass. Just watching the perspiration slide down the side of the pitcher made him feel like he was dying of thirst.
"Why don't'ca just call me Marge, shugah. Now tell me, have you ever worked on a farm before?" She says, fluttering her lashes at him.
