Chapter 5: Timely Rescue
Prick the beast and does it not bleed? Anger the beast and you shall bleed.
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Josiah stood outside Lilandra's room and smirked. He had awakened in the middle of the night and had snuck into the house to get some food and to fuck his wife. He'd been denied that pleasure because the little slut was in his father's room. So he had made a detour by his sister's room only to find her missing. He had contemplated telling the old man but changed his mind. Instead he'd gone back to the barn to wait. His patience had paid off when he saw her sneaking back into the house. He'd waited a few minutes and then gone inside. Now he stood staring at his sleeping sister. But it wasn't really her he was interested in but rather the very expensive jacket she was wearing. Where in the hell had she gotten that? Had his uptight little sister finally found a man to bang her? He smirked. Father was going to be pissed when he found out. Josiah decided to wait before telling the old man. He wanted to be sure that he was there to watch his sister get punished. The thought made him even hornier. Smiling he crept back out to the barn.
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The rooster crowed and Josiah and Jacob reluctantly got up and headed out to get the hay.
Inside the house Trina and Samantha slumbered on.
Lilandra awoke and in a panic hid the jacket the kind man had given her. It wouldn't do for her father to find it. There would be hell to pay for sure. She got dressed and went downstairs to start breakfast.
Victor grunted and shifted in his bed, Trina and Samantha lay naked on either side of him, various marks across both of their bodies from the rough night of fucking. His eyes flickered open when the rooster crowed and he grumbled for a few moments before remembering about the two naked women beside him. He felt his arousal grow as his hands slide across Samantha's buttocks and squeezed firmly.
She mumbled in her sleep and moved away from his groping hands.
His frown formed into a glare and he sharply spanked her ass with his large hand, hard enough to turn the skin a rosy red once more. "Don't you move away from me, woman!"
The smack partially woke her up. "Go away Josiah, I'm tired," she muttered her eyes still closed as she rolled farther away, pulling some of the quilt with her.
His hand shot out and roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her back as he growled menacingly in her ear. "This ain't Josiah, bitch."
Finally his voice penetrated through her sleep-fogged mind and she yelped her eyes finally open to stare into Victor's face. "I'm sorry," she stammered.
Victor continued to hold her gaze as his hand slid down to her breast, squeezing harshly. "Show me just how sorry you are..." Victor rolled on to his back, his long, thick aroused cock pointing skywards.
Samantha scrambled to straddle his hips and slid her hot pussy down on his cock. Though she had been acting cowed, she liked the smacks and the roughness.
Victor let out a low, deep moan of appreciation, his hand once more spanking Samantha's buttocks. His free hand quickly slid between Trina's legs, finding her center and inserting two thick fingers into her.
Trina moved in her sleep, her legs opening slightly to give him better access as she too began to awaken.
His technique was rough as usual, thrusting his fingers as deep as he could. He leaned up and buried his face in Samantha's breasts, biting her soft flesh.
She cried out and arched her breasts closer to his face while moving up and down on his fat, long cock. Her moans were joined by those of Trina who was fingering her clit and arching her hips so that his fingers would go deeper.
He growled his lust, pulling Samantha's nipples hard with his teeth. Several of his 'love bites' on her breasts had drawn small drops of blood. The rhythmic sounds of fucking were punctuated by the hard smack of his hand to Samantha's buttocks, threatening to bruise this time from such force.
She didn't mind. His son wasn't as rough as she liked so she had abandoned his bed in favor of Victor's bed and ways.
Victor grunted and tensed below Samantha, his cock swelling within her seconds before he erupted within her with a load of hot thick, creamy cum.
She cried out as her body stiffened and she orgasmed with him. She collapsed on top of him, shaking from the after tremors. Oh yes, sex with Victor was the best.
A few moments later, Trina's cries of pleasure were heard as she too came. Both lay spent, their eyes on Victor to see what he would do next.
Victor took a few moments to catch his breath, staring at the ceiling. Once this had been accomplished he unceremoniously pushed Samantha off of him and climbed out of bed to wash up and dress. Ten minutes later he was shaved, gruff tempered and ready to tear somebody a new arse hole.
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Lilandra busied herself in the kitchen, making sure to create enough noise to drown out her father and sisters-in-law. Thankfully the noise stopped and she finished cooking the eggs. She placed the rest of last of night's bread on the table and waited on the family to show.
Victor stepped into the kitchen, banging the door open and slapping the table with his hand as he sat down at his place. "Remember what I said would happen if you screwed up again Lilandra."
She jumped at the loud noise. "Yes sir," she whispered and sat the porridge in front of him along with the cooked apples and eggs.
Victor dug into the meal laid before him, taking time to taste it, searching for an excuse to punish his daughter again. "Where's my milk?"
She blanched. She hadn't milked the cows! She began backing away from the table. "I'll go get it," she stammered before she whirled, grabbed the pail and raced out to the barn.
Victor's rage began to rise again, his fist clenching as he waited on his daughter returning. Angrily, he consumed the rest of his porridge and apples before starting on the eggs and bread.
She made it to the barn and hurriedly milked one of the cows. She was afraid. How could she have forgotten that he liked milk in the morning? She was a little too rough and the cow mooed loudly. "Sorry old girl," she apologized. She picked the pail back up and quickly made her way back to the house. She grabbed a ladle and spooned milk into the cup until it was full. Trembling she approached the table and handed her father the cup.
He snatched it from her hand, spilling a little on the table and took a swig, swirling the liquid round in his mouth before putting the cup down on a dry area. "Clean that up and get some wood for the fire, get it nice and hot. I've got a method that'll show everyone just how worthless you are at simple tasks!" He left the room with an unpleasant look on his face.
She didn't like the way he had worded his order. But she obediently went and gathered as much wood as she could carry. She came back and began stoking the fire.
Victor returned with a sadistic grin on his face. He had a branding iron in one hand, which he placed in the fire. "Get it good and glowing, then drop your drawers Lilandra."
Her eyes grew wide and she started at him in horror. At first she was too shocked to protest but then that moment passed and before she even thought about it she blurted out, "NO!" He was insane. She was not going to let him burn her! She was not an animal!
He roughly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, his face turning red now with anger. "What the HELL did you just say wench! Are you disobeying your FATHER? The man who breaks his back every day to keep a roof over your head!"
"No, no, no! I'm not some animal! Don't do this!" she screamed at him, her fear overriding her normal cautious behavior around her father.
Her screaming only earned her a mighty backhand from her father, "Trina! Samantha! Get in here!"
Both women came into the room at a run. "Yes, Victor?" they asked then both glared at the struggling Lilandra.
"Hold your sister-in-law down while I heat up the iron. It's time she truly learned her place."
Trina and Samantha smiled sadistically. Yes! They would finally get to do something to Lilandra. They caught her by the arms and dragged her over to the table. They slammed her down on it and pinned her. They were both farm girls themselves and stronger than they looked.
Victor turned to the fire, stoking it higher and began heating up the branding iron.
Still smiling, Trina yanked up Lilandra's skirts and Samantha pulled down her drawers, exposing her still bruised and welted butt.
After a few moments he turned round to face them, the branding iron crackling as it met the cool air. "After today, everyone will know how you are nothing more than a possession, Lilandra, because only a possession can't do simple tasks like make a meal." His hands slid across her injured buttocks before pressing the branding iron to her flesh for longer than necessary.
A gut-wrenching scream of agony was jerked from her throat and then she fainted.
Trina and Samantha both stood there, holding her down and laughing evilly. "Give it to her, Victor! She should know better than to be an uppity little bitch."
Victor removed the branding iron and placed it in front of the fireplace before motioning to the front door. "Take her outside, we'll wake her up and show her the meaning of discipline."
Trina and Samantha easily dragged the unconscious Lilandra outside. Just then the sound of the wagon pulling up caught their ears.
Victor emerged from the house carrying a thick leather strap, wrapping and unwrapping it around his fist to make it flexible.
"Father! What's happening?" Josiah casually asked as he and his brother parked the wagon and came over.
"I'm teaching your sister her place in this house."
"While you're at, you might want to ask her about the man's coat in her room," Josiah said with an evil grin.
Victor raised an eyebrow and glared at his unconscious daughter and cracked the strap lightly across his palm. "Oh really? Wake her up!"
Trina and Samantha tied Lilandra in place while Jacob came over and dumped a bucket of water on her.
Lilandra sputtered, blinked and saw the ground. "No," she groaned and struggled weakly.
Victor immediately cracked the strap across Lilandra's buttocks hard, watching another welt appear. "Where did you get the jacket? Are you holding out on your father?"
