Author's notes: this takes place in the same world as the Elaine stories. It begins shortly after Elaine becomes Dale's slave. It is not necessary to have read any of those to enjoy this, but might help fill in some background. Elaine does not appear in this story.
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Lida at the Farm
It was a misty morning, cool, but warmer than it had been during the winter. Spring was definitely coming; then it would stop raining for a few months and things on the British Columbia coast would be perfect. Lida did not mind the rain, she grew up in Kentucky farm country and in the winter it was just as rainy and cold there. To her, cold and wet was what winter was. You got through it, enjoyed the little pleasures of the season, but mostly you waited for it to be sunny and warm.
She enjoyed the summers much more on their island. Kentucky just got hot and humid so you sweated all the time. Here, it never got that hot and there was usually a nice breeze blowing up the inlet from the ocean that kept things stirred up.
She was out for a walk. Behind the farm, to the east, was a wooded ridge. It fed into a bigger ridge and then onto a nice sized 2,000' mountain. The closest forest had been logged about a century ago and was growing back, but the real fun and beautiful parts started once she got away from the easy to log areas. Back on the mountain and in the drainages were thousand-year-old cedars and firs, towering bigger than anything she could ever imagine growing. She loved to walk through them by herself, looking and listening, smelling and touching everything.
Today Lida was heading up to a little creek that fed into a big pool. The weather was going to clear up and she was going to take advantage of it. Jake always wanted her to take a guard with her, but she told him that would defeat the purpose of going for a walk alone. She did compromise and take a gun. She refused the shotgun, saying it would weigh too much, but still needed enough stopping power for a 300-pound black bear. She decided on a nice, sturdy Smith and Wesson .44 magnum revolver.
Bears weren't the only things to be worried about around here. Sometimes, some of Jake's competitors or rivals would try to start trouble. There had only been a couple of fatalities, but there were some. Lida was not too concerned, they usually came in from the coast. Not too many criminals would bother hiking up over the mountains.
The beautiful young woman did have daydreams about them sometimes. She would be out all alone in the forest. Some bad guy, handsome of course, would find her, surprise her and capture her. She imagined herself being ravished on the soft ground, under the canopy high above. Being forced to do anything he wanted to her (and she had a vivid imagination). Sometimes, he let her go, others he kept her. Lida would never try, or be given the chance, to escape in any of those fantasies. In her heart she honestly felt she could escape any man, so a man actually catching her if she did try to escape pushed the credulity of the fantasy.
She wished Jake would come out here and ravish her. She might even let him have some anal if he did that. But he didn't. He stayed in the office, or came out with Brazzy or one of the other security guys/farmhands. And she was not ready to try those kind of fantasies out yet, at least not with the hired help. She did not like how that would change the dynamic. But, if the situation presented itself with another man, someone she did not know, she might do it.
Her mind was wandering again. She got off the trail and went up a steep slope just for the fun of it. Her body felt good, strong and fit. She contoured to the left, heading up but less steeply now. The ground was wet, though not as saturated as it had been a week ago.
What Lida really wanted, even more than the ravisher in the forest, was to be a slave. Or at least in her fantasies she did. She loved the idea of being owned, forced to obey every whim of her owner whenever and for as long as he wanted, to be totally sexualized and objectified. She had Jake play master and slave with her now and then. He never seemed as into as she wanted and the strict limits she placed on everything made it less fun and exciting than it could have been. He referred to it, not pleasantly, as "slave lite." She just did not want Jake to be her Master: he was her husband, not her owner; she liked to keep those two worlds separate.
Lida knew all about slaves; there were four at the farm right now. Mostly, Jake had them doing what was best left described as light agricultural work. He made liberal use of them in the bedroom, too. Lida did not mind. He had owned slaves before he met her and they had always been part of the deal. She used them, too. She had found soon after she arrived here as a new wife that the slaves were much better than Jake at eating pussy. It was not uncommon to have one give her oral satisfaction at least a couple of times a week. It was like having unlimited access to great booze or pot: easy and enjoyable. She thought she'd have one come see her when she got home.
She never talked to the slaves about what is was like to be a slave. She was too scared to ask, too scared that she might be imagining herself in their position. She liked to keep her superiority above them and liked the distance on any personal level.
Lida always wondered if Jake fucked the slaves like he did her. How was he different with them? Jake had never been with a slave in front of his wife. He liked to keep his life compartmentalized, too.
She dropped down a slope, sliding on her butt on the duff of the forest floor. She climbed over a big rock, and there was her favorite pool. It was about fifteen feet wide, filled by a small spring fed stream above. It was just over her head deep, cold, too; but the water was clear and clean and bracing.
She stopped, caught her breath and listened. She did not hear anything she should not have heard. No sounds of voices or footsteps. She did a quick scan around then dropped her backpack to the ground. Her boots came off next and then the rest of her clothes quickly in order. She was soon naked, alone amidst the green.
Lida was tall, her 5'11" loomed over Jake's 5'6". She was amazingly beautiful. She had fair skin, a thin, flat stomach and narrow hips. She was thin, but with full breasts with amazing round areole and perky nipples that were already hard with arousal. Her legs were long with strong thighs and nicely curved calves. Her ass was toned, a light curve but not that full. She thought a little more back there would be perfect, but she was not complaining. Lida's hair was auburn, straight and fell to her shoulders. She had dark eyebrows that framed a beautiful pair of brown eyes, so dark as to almost be black. A narrow nose with a hint of an upturn at the end, full lips and narrow cheeks and a strong chin fed into a long, graceful neck and shoulders.
She took one more look around then jumped into the water. Growing up in Kentucky, there had been lots of water around, but she was always wary about swimming in it. There were too many coalmines, too many cattle or too much fertilizer runoff. When she went swimming in a creek back there, she wanted to get hosed off when she got out. Here, the water flowed from the rocks a hundred feet up the slope. It was spring water fed from the abundant rains that filtered through the organic matter and then the granite before emerging here for her swimming pleasure.
It was pure and clean, cold but wonderful. She caught her breath and swam around as best she could in the small pool. She dunked her head below, swimming down to the bottom and splashing back up with a gasp. She played for a few minutes more until she started to shiver then crawled out. She pulled the towel quickly out her pack and dried.
She saw a wonderful sight, a small patch of sunshine on a mossy rock surrounded by ferns. Somehow, one lone beam of light had made it the 93,000,000 miles in space, to Earth and then managed to get through the clouds and the high, green canopy and actually get to the ground. Lida scrambled over to the rock and happily lay in the warmth on the bed of moss.
She smiled and soaked up every bit of heat from the sun on her naked skin and soon the chill left her. It dimmed for a minute, back came back just as strong when the cloud passed. She lost her chills and soon was comfortable. This was lovely. She poked her head up above the ferns and looked around again. Satisfied she was still alone; she lay back down.
