'Well, Farm Slut,' Deb began as she turned, walked a few feet, then turned back to face Annette, 'I'll give you taste of what a Farm Slut's life is like. Who knows, you may find you like it!'
Deb turned her head toward the large black slave and said, 'Leon, tie the slave with her back to the middle post,' Deb instructed.
The black slave stepped over to the nearest stall and grabbed a coil of rope from the top rail. Slipping his right arm through the center of the coiled rope, he pushed it up onto his right shoulder and walked toward Annette. His cock stuck straight out from his groin and bounced as he walked with the rope until he stood in front of Farm Slut, Annette.
As Leon took a step forward, his stiff cock pushed easily between the juicy, wet thighs of his former master. With the rope on his shoulder he grabbed Annette's upper arms and walked her backward toward the post.
Annette inhaled sharply as she felt the slave's massive cock sliding between her legs. Her hips involuntarily moved forward and back, eager to slide along its 10-inch length. She pushed her breasts against the black slave's massive chest and moved her upper body left and right, rubbing her breasts and nipples against his skin. She resisted slightly, the slave's insistent backward pressure, until her first step moved the clit ball across her pulsing button.
The probing of the warm cock between her spread cunt lips and the ball rubbing against her tender clit, exhausted any resistance Annette had tried to summon. She never felt her back, knock against the wooden post, nor did she remember the slave wrapping the rope around her waist several times. She might as well have been in another barn in another state.
For when the slave finally stepped back pulling his stiff cock out from between her drooling legs, she tried to take a step forward to go with him. Shocked, she stood as the slave continued to wrap the rope around her chest, making sure to squeeze her breasts between several wrappings before he tied the loose ends at her side.
Deb walked forward and examined the ropes running above and below Annette's slightly squeezed breasts. She grabbed the nipples and pulled the outward, elongating the squeezed breasts of the bound Annette.
Leon returned with the spreader bar and squatting down, he strapped one end to Annette's left ankle. Lifting the leg he had attached to the end of the spreader bar, Leon moved it 18-inches outward. Turning to the right ankle Leon lifted it and moved it to the outside and attached the other end of the bar to Annette's left ankle.
Releasing the coupling in the middle of the spreader bar, Leon pushed both halves further apart. Annette shuffled to maintain her balance as her feet were spread apart below her. While her ankles moved farther apart, her body slid downward, her back rubbing against the smooth pole while the ropes around her breasts pulled and squeezed her breasts hard. Leon tightened the coupling, locking the spreader bar at its full 4 foot extension.
Annette half hung, half stood, bound to the pole at her back. With her feet held wide apart, she watched the slave kneeling below her, as he locked the steel spreader bar, forcing her feet to remain spread. As she looked down on the top of his head, all she could think about, was moving her crotch onto bald black head and rubbing her cunt around in circles. The ropes tightening around her breasts only served to heighten her cravings for sex.
She could feel and hear her body and mind demanding fulfillment. She couldn't believe how horny she had become. She felt as though her dripping wet crotch would explode it she didn't get sex right away. Somehow, she knew she had to fight these cravings. She was not a Farm Slut and she would prove that she wasn't. She would control the irritable hunger coursing through her body and show all of them. She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. When she opened her eyes again, Leon was gone. There was nothing close to her body, nothing between her greedy legs and the frustrating awareness hit her, that she had missed an incredible opportunity for pleasure.
Annette closed her eyes, enraged with herself for not acting when she had the chance. In her mind she rationalized that her sexual desires had no bearing on whether she was a slut or not. After all, what could be slutty about having, or wanting sex? Sex was natural! In her mind she saw the top of Leon's head between her legs. She saw herself spreading her legs and lowering her cunt onto it.
'Oh yes! That feels so good!' Annette thought to herself as a flash of electric pleasure shot through the outstretched lips of her pussy. She saw the top of the head in her crotch, push itself further between her legs. 'Oh yes! Yes!' she thought as a second wave of extreme pleasure filled her cunt. In and out the head moved between her spread legs and cunt lips, and the pleasure with each movement seemed so real to her tortured sanity.
Annette started moaning as her mind swam, with the image of her crotch humping the smooth, slick, wet head she pictured between her legs. With each dream filled delirium, the head pressed harder up, into her crotch, while her body tingled with bizarre self excitement. The feelings continued to grow stronger and stronger. She felt her crotch and thighs splash with the dripping wet juices from her cunt. She heard the slurp of her drenched cunt against the smooth skin of the head. The feeling seem to grow, never stopping, never letting up.
'Oh, yes!' she thought, 'Please don't stop! Don't move!' Her mind swirled with the fantasy as her head rolled in a circle from the unrelenting pleasure. Then, without warning, the pleasure stopped. The image in her mind continued for a few moments, as her body searched for the missing sensations, until they too died away.
CHAPTER 32
Annette opened her eyes and looked down the length of her naked form and screamed into the ball gag at what she saw. 'NO! PLEASE, NO!' her mind cried over and over as stared down into the dark brown eyes of Jeff's dog Rex. Rex sat below her between her outstretched legs, licking his chops, and looking back up into Annette's horrified eyes. It's hot, panting breaths bathed her unprotected cunt in a satanic warmth that pulled at her crotch, beckoning it to move closer and closer.
Annette watched in revulsion as her crotch pushed, quiveringly toward the dog's snout. She fought to control her hips. She managed with all her strength to move herself back against the pole. She closed her eyes hoping when she opened them up again the beast would be gone.
With her eyes closed tight, Annette could feel the panting hot breath against her cunt lips, as though her body was magnifying the sensation somehow. 'Oh God. Don't let this disgusting animal touch me again! Why won't he just go away!' But deep inside she knew she hungered for the touch of his long wet tongue on her quivering cunt.
Deb had made a wide circle around Annette. When she was directly behind the Farm Slut, she walked forward and placed her hands against the back side of the pole. She leaned her head forward until her face was just behind Annette's left ear.
Suddenly there was a whisper, echoing in Annette's head. Her eyes shot open. She tried to turn away, but the hypnotic eyes of the dog, held her, shaking, in a trance like state.
'As a Farm Slut, your status will be one notch below the Farm Animals,' Deb spoke as Annette felt tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. 'Verbal communication from a slut to a human is forbidden, unless questioned. Direct eye contact with any human, is forbidden,' Deb continued as she reached down and placed her hands on Annette's ass cheeks and pushed them forward slightly.
'When a slut is required to service a farm animal,' Deb continued to speak as Annette allowed her crotch to move slightly forward, 'It does so immediately, with total indifference to its own pleasure or pain.'
Annette could hardly contain her revulsion, as she watched and felt her cunt move again ever so slowly toward the dog's wicked tongue. She moaned in agony, as she saw her cunt stop short and felt the removal of Deb's insisting hands from her ass.
Deb had halted her gentle pushing, and had called one of the slave to her side. She whispered something to the slave, turned back and placed her hands once more on Annette's ass cheeks. With both hands, Deb started kneading Annette's cheeks, as her fingers probed between them and poked deliciously at Annette's ass ring. Occasionally one of Deb's fingers slipped slightly into Annette's ass, and Annette moaned with delight and push back onto the intruder.
'You want the dog, don't you, Slut?' Deb asked Annette. 'Think of how pleasurable his tongue felt a while ago, as it slid along your slut cunt lips.' Deb poked teasingly in and out of Annette's ass with her fingers, occasionally pushing one of her fingers forward and circling her dripping cunt's entrance.
'After today, no slave will ever lower himself to touch a Farm Slut like you,' Deb spoke into Annette's ear. 'Only your mistress, and the Farm Animals will have anything to do with you at all.' Deb paused as she slid a finger up
