Author's note: this is fairly plot heavy. If you want to skip to the sex, go to page four.
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I-Lida
Officially, Lida was feeling under the weather and that excused her from her heavy chores for the next few days. Realistically, Jake had not scheduled much for her. She would go out and take a swing at some gardening later, but otherwise did not feel she had the concentration to do much. She climbed back into her bed feeling a little tenderized. It had only been a day since Hunter had left and Lida was still in a haze. She hoped she would never see Hunter again, but she did think it cured some of her slave fantasies. If that was what being a slave was like, she suddenly did not mind being the farmer's wife so much anymore.
She slept for a few hours, then made herself have some tea. She stood naked and looked over her shoulder at her back in the full length mirror in her room. Hunter had left his mark on her: the welts from the riding crop on her back, butt, and thighs were still red but starting to turn into bruises. Those would stay with her for a while and she realized she would have to wear long pants for the foreseeable future. She traced one with her finger, remembering how it felt when Hunter had whipped her, had made her do the things he did.
She shook her head, trying to clear those images. She sipped her tea, dressed, and headed out to do a little hoeing. It helped to stretch a little; all her muscles were sore and tight. Her pussy was raw and her ass ached, but there was nothing to be done about those. Lida was amazed that that had happened to her, that she had walked into that. But no, once was more than enough. Now she would happily put all of those fantasies behind her where they belonged.
She avoided Jake as much as possible. She did not want to talk to him about what had happened; she wondered how much he already knew? Did he and Hunter have a good laugh talking about how she had her ass pounded? She wanted to think that what happened was just between her and Hunter, but she knew that was not a right that slaves had.
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It was two days later when Lida felt strong enough again for a walk into the forest. Physically, she was definitely fine, well a little sore back there. In her head, she was still having problems. It had been so intense; she had been bent so totally to his will, it was a background roar. She did not know what she would do if that happened again.
Lida was soon over the near ridge and deeper into the forest. Out of habit, her thoughts turned to daydreams. In the forest, she began to imagine the men hunting her. Only now, it was only one man and he had a face, a face she had seen up close. And, she knew what it would feel like to be caught and ravished by him.
The tall brown-eyed beauty made her way to her pool in the creek. Hunter had done all of that to her. He had done things no one had ever done to her before and he did it just because he knew he could. She had been powerless to resist or stop him. She jumped in, but the cold water could not flush the thought of Hunter out of her head. She wanted him again. She hated and feared him. She wanted his hands on her again.
Lida climbed out and toweled off. There was no spot of sunshine today, so instead of lying in the warmth, she leaned against a moss-covered log and began to touch herself. This time she did not think of someone finding her here and having his way with her; this time she thought of what he had done to her. She had been nothing special to him, that was how slaves were treated and she had been just another slave.
She masturbated while she remembered how it felt to be held down while he fucked her in the ass. She thought of how she had so totally surrendered to him. She came with a catch in her breath. Could she go through that again? Could she go through life without that ever happening again?
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II-Jake and Brenda
Jake enjoyed watching Lida after Hunter had had her. She seemed much less sure of herself, much more pliant. He had made sure to check out the lovely welts on her back. She had not even put up a fight when he pulled up her shirt to look at them. He was not sure what all went on in the cabin that night, but Lida was a different woman. He had no intention of having sex with her ever again, not after she had her slave fantasy, but he still had needs.
He called Penny.
"Send that one Lida always likes, Brenda? To the cellar tonight."
Jake finished up his work around the farm, enjoying how his wife avoided him whenever she could. Slave sex had been a whole lot more intense than she had thought, and she was going to be in for a lot more of it, she just didn't know it yet.
Lida had turned in to her room alone, no slave girl for her tonight. Jake left the farm house and walked across the farm to one of the old root cellars that had been built into the side of the hill. He had converted this one to something else. He could see the light coming out from around the door and hear Brazzy's laugh from inside.
Jake pushed the door open and was greeted with a cloud of cannabis smoke. Brazzy laughed again and passed a tall bong to Kurt. Jake smiled and looked around. Brazzy, Kurt, and Mickey were seated at a table with a freshly opened bottle of whiskey. A space heater's efforts were wasted with the door open, but the room was cozy. There was a couch along one wall, a refrigerator and sink on another. This had become Jake's mancave and hangout room. Women were allowed, but only under certain circumstances.
There was a large rack shaped like an upright X in one of the corners. Strapped to this rack, her back towards the men, was Brenda. The curvy blonde slave was frightened; Jake could see it in the way her body tensed up. He'd never had Brenda over for a night in the cellar before, she was in for a treat, or at least they were.
Jake quickly undressed and walked over to the bound slave. He slapped her ass, the flesh on flesh ringing out in the small room. All of the attention in the room was on her now.
"I own this," he said and slapped her ass again. "Isn't that right, Brenda?"
"Yes, Master," Brenda said. Jake could see that she was actually trembling.
"Then I might as well enjoy my property," he said and forced his cock into her helpless pussy. She was tight and dry as he pushed into her, but her slave nature took over with the first pain and violation and she grew almost instantly wet.
"Give me a shot," Jake said as he slowly fucked his slave. A glass of whiskey was passed to Jake, and without breaking his rhythm in Brenda, he downed it. A freshly loaded bong was passed to him next, the scrap from the slaves' trimming and he took one long hit from it. He kissed the slave and exhaled the smoke into her.
Jake was in a stoned haze. He ignored everything else, the men around him, the outside world and just concentrated fully on fucking his slave. His hands reached around to roughly play with her nipples as he plunged in and out of helpless body. He could feel her responding, her pussy wet around his cock, her muscles tensing as pleasure began to overpower her fear. He was close and pulled out of her pussy and rammed it in her ass. Penny should have gotten this ready and Jake was pleased to find her lubed and stretched. That did not stop her from yelling out at this sudden change and the pain and shock pushed her over the edge to a massive orgasm. Her ass clenched on Jake's cock and he came, too, filling her ass with his cum.
Jake staggered over to the table, poured another shot and took another hit while Brazzy took his turn fucking Brenda. Kurt and Mickey played cards and waited their turns, too.
"God, I love owning slave girls," Jake said with a sigh then let out a tremendous belch.
Jake enjoyed these nights. He was a bachelor at heart, a teenager who never really grew up, except now he had the means to enjoy all those fantasies he had had back then. He really wondered why he had gotten married, well, she was beautiful and he wanted to try out being in love. He realized that love was not all is what cracked up to be, that having to respect another person and consider her opinions was more than he wanted to do at this point. Maybe in another decade or two; but now, well, he was a farmer and he had a barn full of cows and all the free milk he wanted.
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It was late, three am? Four? Jake staggered back to the main house. He thought about fucking his wife just because he knew she would hate it, but he was pretty well sated. And drunk, definitely drunk. He wasn't sure he could go another round even if he wanted. He left instructions that Brenda needed to be at work by noon. He'd give her the morning off, but no more. Kurt and Mickey were doubling her when he said that, so he did not know how much rest she'd get.
He vomited on the grass on the way back to his house and passed out on the living room couch for a few hours.
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III-Jake at the Farm
Despite his lingering hangover that a couple of hits of his finest could only lessen, Jake felt things were going well. Hunter was coming back and bringing more people: a pilot who could ship his product, his finance and Association guy, and his tech guy. The fact that his tech guy had a reputation for blowing people up when needed was something to think about. Mostly, though, Jake was impressed that these were all problem solvers. These were the people who could make his life better.
