Note: More of Atlas coming soon.
That summer day, Atlas wore her new red bikini from Daddy to go to the swimming hole.
Her Daddy-- the millionaire Wallace Huntington, who'd been her primary lover since they'd met four years ago when she was nineteen-- had just brought her to visit his good friend, Farmer Houser. Uncle Houser, to Atlas. The three of them had done a farm-themed photo shoot of Atlas, which Houser planned to make into a sexy calendar. The night after that, Atlas had entertained Houser's five ranch hands together in their shack. Now, a day later, Atlas didn't have any sort of slutty work to do, and Daddy was in meetings on his laptop all morning. She decided that she wanted to go swimming.
"Right up over the hill and down the trail," Houser had told her. "You'll find it easy, Attie."
And she did. The water was a deep blue, dotted gray and green with the reflections of the surrounding trees. Atlas briefly considered shedding her bikini to swim naked, but then decided that she couldn't even wait long enough to take it off before she jumped into the cool water. The cold liquid bit her skin pleasantly as she swam, only coming up for air briefly before going under again.
When she finally paused, treading water and smiling up at the sky, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. She turned, and for just a second she thought she saw a figure. Then, it was gone.
She heard the rustling of trees behind her and slowly turned in the other direction.
Nothing.
It was the woods after all, there were plenty of animals out there. Atlas dove back under the water and swam until she'd tired herself out.
Wet and a little bit chilly, Atlas walked back up the hill through the woods. Her orangey-red hair hung down her back, heavy with water. Goosebumps dotted her skin, and her nipples were hard and tight from the cold swim. Still, it felt nice to be out in the air.
"Well hi there sweetheart."
Atlas turned to see, ahead of her at the side of the path, an older man wearing jeans and an old-looking plaid shirt. He was skinny, with a graying beard.
"Hi." Atlas gave him a small, shy smile.
"See you found our swimming hole." The man continued to walk toward her and Atlas found herself backing up.
"Yes, I love it."
"Ain't it beautiful? And you look real pretty yourself, in that little red bikini."
"Oh um, thank you very much." Atlas swallowed, unsure of what was about to happen. She usually approached men herself, usually to fuck them. But this felt different. This felt dangerous.
She felt her pussy stir.
The man continued, slowly, to approach her, and she had to admit to herself that she liked how he looked over her body, his eyes zeroing in on her tits and thighs.
"Ain't seen you here before," he said.
"Oh, I'm here visiting my uncle," she told him. "He lives just over the hill."
"Oh yeah, does he?" The skinny, bearded man came closer, and Atlas inched backward. "Does your uncle like that swimsuit?"
Atlas giggled in spite of herself.
Suddenly the man was very close, and Atlas found herself against a tree as it firmly came up against her back.
"You shouldn't be out here all by yourself you know, these woods can be dangerous," he said. "'Specially with titties like these." He grabbed one of her bikini straps. "Real nice and juicy."
Before Atlas realized what was happening, the man's hands were on her arms, and he was kissing her hard. His tongue shoved into her mouth as he pressed her arms into her sides.
In seconds, she felt another pair of hands, and then a rope. The rope came swiftly around her shoulders, then under her tits. She'd been tied to the tree!
The old skinny man, the only man she could see, pulled the cups of her bikini to the side and exposed her tits.
Atlas felt her pussy gush, her mouth water, but she said nothing.
"Look at these big titties, Mmmmm-mm!" The man leaned down to suck her nipples and Atlas shook. He licked them, bit the meat of her breasts and sucked at them to leave purple marks on her pale skin. When he finally leaned away, he spat on them. "Whore-titties is what we call those, son."
"She got a pair of goddam udders, Pop," said the man behind her.
Atlas realized that she should struggle. These men thought they were forcing her. Instead she panted and kept eyes wide, hoping that she looked shocked as the old man pawed her tits. Finally she began to halfheartedly struggle, and the other man grabbed her legs. The old man pulled down her bikini bottoms. They took them off of her and the older man shoved them into her mouth.
The older man undid his pants and lifted her legs around her as he looked down at Atlas's waxed pussy.
"Look at that bare naked little pussy!" He exclaimed. "This bitch must be a real slut. Hope you like some dick in you."
He slid his cock hard into her pussy. Atlas gasped, trying not to moan in pleasure. His cock wasn't particularly big, but he fucked her hard enough to make up for it. The tree against her back hurt a bit, but Atlas realized that only made her wetter.
"God damn," said the old man. "Pussy's real wet."
"Don't that mean she likes it?" said the voice of the man behind them.
"No son, that just means she's built for breeding. You can tell because of them big titties, her body's built for baby-makin even when she thinks she don't want it." He looked into her eyes. "You're nice and tight ain't ya girlie?"
"Hmmm!" Atlas squealed against the gag.
"I knew you would be. Damn, we shoulda done this right in the water. Could've held her head under." He and the other man chuckled. "That hot pussy-cold water combination, woo. That'd be real nice. Wouldn't it bitch?" He chuckled again as she stared at him, gagged and wide-eyed. "Tight young pussy. Bet she'll never go swimming alone again." The two men laughed again. "Yeah, that pussy wants this dick though. That pussy wants to be bred."
"Hmm!" Atlas moaned.
"That's right little bitch, you're gonna get a whole load of cum."
"Hmmm!" Atlas pretended to struggle.
"Damn, that makes me hard," he grunted. He grabbed her throat, squeezing. "You better settle now and take what we give you. You understand me girl?"
Atlas nodded, moaning.
"That's good." He thrusted into her pussy, pounding her wet cunt like his life depended on it. "Jesus god, here it comes. Oh damn, oh damn. Ah!" The old man grunted and shuddered as he filled Atlas's pussy with cum. Atlas did notice that the cum felt extra hot inside her since she'd become cold and clammy from the water and air. He gave a few extra pumps as though to be sure his balls had fully emptied, and then slid out.
"Attie?"
They heard Farmer Houser's voice from over the hill.
"Attie it's lunch time, come on home now!"
"Listen here," the old man said. "You tell him you'll be back in a minute and that's all you say. You be good now, and we'll let you go when we're finished."
Atlas nodded rapidly and the old man pulled her bikini bottoms out of her mouth.
