On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow - Sex Stories

On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow

... didn’t care. It gave her a chance to cover at least part of her body. She tried not to stare at the bulge in his pants, but she knew it was there and she had caused it. Would he take me with it? Then she saw the chains and leather cuffs in his hands. She kneeled on the cold cement floor while he put the leather cuffs on her hands. The chain connected them to the cuffs on her ankles, pulled behind her back as she kneeled up for him. Then she felt him put the tape over her mouth, thankful that his cock wouldn’t go in her mouth, but fearful as to why he gagged her. Did he want to silence my screams? Bound as she was, she couldn’t stop him as he took liberties with her body. With her arms pulled behind her back, it thrust out her breasts and he took advantage of it. The frilly, white bra barely contained her breasts and the opened blouse only accented her half-naked breasts. His hands were calloused and clammy as they squeezed her breasts as though they were ripe fruit. He pushed them almost free of her bra by the sheer power of his clenching hands. She groaned into the gag, but could do little as he mauled her youthful breasts. She kneeled up higher when his hand slid down her belly, but it passed quickly over her panty-covered mound to seek out her thighs. He began to slap them, first softly, but then harder when she didn’t respond. It took her a moment before she realized what he wanted, but it was still difficult to spread her legs wider, her knees rubbed raw on the hard, ...

... rough concrete as she spread her legs for him. Even when she did it, he didn’t stop. It only gave him more of her soft, silky flesh to beat with his hands. April felt the sting on her flesh, but she feared the slaps when he moved high up her thighs and so close to her pussy. He suddenly grabbed her crotch like a man would a large ball, his fingers curled into her flesh painfully as she rose up higher on her knees as if she could escape the cruel touch. She only got so much higher before the chains connecting her arms and legs stopped her, forcing her to suffer as his fingers bruised her tender sex. She hated when he pushed down on her back and it f***ed her head to the cold concrete, her ass rose up and met the blow from his hand on her buttocks. Her muscles quivered in pain, but he cared little except to slap the other cheek. He must have spanked her a dozen times before he stopped, April whimpered in her gag. He took the chain off her ankles and pulled her up with one hand. He dragged her off to another room close by, her bound ankles dragged on the floor by the sheer strength of the man. She saw it in the center of the room, far worse than the cross that he put her on in the field. Two chains hung down from the ceiling, worn leather cuffs dangled from them. He made short work of taking off the cuffs on her wrists and yanking her arms up and securing them in each of the cuffs. When he was finished, her arms were yanked up high in the air, spread to the sides. Then he secured ...