On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow - Sex Stories

On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow

... hard piece of wood that split her lips and filled her mouth. Her legs were pulled up behind her, bent at the knees and tied at her ankles. But what was worse was the rope that ran from around her neck and down her front. They pulled her pussy lips apart and ran the thick, rough rope through the soft, inner lips of her pussy and out the back to run up her crack until it tied to the top of the cross piece. When they yanked her back up into the air again, all of her weight was center on her crotch, painfully splitting her up the middle like a sharp knife. They left her again, shivering naked and cold, her crotch ached as if she sat on a knife between her legs. It was hours before they came back, April fearful when she saw the dark clouds in the sky. It looked like rain. They hauled her back down again, but they didn’t release her. They dragged her but didn’t release her from the cross. The man picked her and the cross up as if she didn’t weigh a thing. He took her out into the middle of a cornfield and set the post into the ground. They put the bag over her head again, and then they left her. The breeze picked up, colder now. The sky lit up with lightening in the background and it was only minutes before it began to rain. It started off lightly, but within an hour, it was pouring and the water ran off her naked body. It rained for hours and then the night grew colder. April was thankful for morning, though she could only see the brightness shine through the bag that covered ...

... her head. April was exhausted when he threw her into a dark room, barely big enough to contain her, more of a box then a room. She was still naked, but at least the rope that split her crotch was gone, though it still ached from being shoved so harshly between her soft pussy lips. Her hands were bound with leather in front of her and her ankles were bound, f***ed to kneel in the small room. Her eyes pleaded with him, but the door closed and she was thrust into darkness. Exhausted, she fell into a fitful sl**p, the slightest noise woke her up, shivering in the cold room, but anything was better than hanging outside like a scarecrow in the rain and night air. Her only hope was that he wouldn’t put her back out into the fields, but she also feared what else he had in store for her. Naked and bound, she would be unable to stop him from doing anything to her and his wife was as bad or worse than he was. She didn’t know whether it was day or night when the door opened. It looked like she was in a basement, not a drop of light shone in except from the bare light bulbs. He helped her out of the small room. Next to the door, he had her bra, panties, socks and a white blouse. “Put them on, but leave the blouse open.” He untied her wrists and ankles so she could dress. He watched her dress, covering up her lovely body, but his cock only grew harder at the expectations of what he would do to her. She didn’t know why he wanted her dressed, even in the skimpy garments he gave her, but she ...