nothingness.
We lay there for a long time. I felt really let down, but at least I had something from the time before and that was enough to keep me working at it. Things weren't as bleak as they had been.
CHAPTER SIX
I checked the mailbox before starting on my chores. Gary, my boy friend, had written a long letter, wondering why I hadn't written him in a while. He said he missed me terribly and couldn't wait for me to come home.
If I'd have received that letter a few days before I might have been swept with guilt – not now. I sensed that it wasn't impossible to regain my ability to have an orgasm and nothing was going to stop me from trying. I'd been through hell. I had done things I was sure no other person in the world could possibly have done and it seemed that it was going to pay off.
The making out Gary and I did in cars and in my bedroom seemed so tame and ordinary compared with what I found myself doing now. I wasn't even sure I could bed down with him again. What did hurt was that I still cared very deeply. I did want our relationship to stay as it had been.
Changing into a very brief bikini halter and a pair of worn-out short-shorts, without bothering about underwear, I laced a pair of high-top shoes on my feet and headed for the barn. Eggs had to be found, oats given to Mr. Stubborn, the donkey, more straw put in Porky the pig's pen, shit raked up, and the dogs fed.
Walking to the barn I tripped over the long braided end of the bullwhip. Pulling myself up, I took it off the saw-horse, wiped the goo off the handle and coiled it. I certainly didn't want to find myself trying to explain what I had been doing with it nailed there. I put everything away before I started my chores.
Leaving the barn door open I started working on Porky's area first. It felt good to have the heavy rake in my hands and nothing but pig shit on my mind. I was so busy with my work that I didn't hear the pickup truck pull into the yard. I didn't hear its door slam angrily shut. I didn't even know I had company until a rough hand grabbed my shoulder viciously. I'd heard the dogs bark but had ignored them because I thought they were just cussing me out for being chained.
The hand bruised my shoulder as I was spun around.
'Just what is the idea of turning my daughter into a queer?' the angry farmer roared.
'What… what do you mean?' I stuttered shakily.
'Lucy says you and her been making love!'
That was enough for the man. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me, kicking and screaming to the stall where my aunt milked the cow when she had one. Ramming my head between the wooden braces, used to keep the animal's head locked in place while she was being milked, he forced the pieces of wood against either side of my neck and fastened them.
I was bent into a very uncomfortable stoop. Grabbing a lasso from one of the pegs, he knotted it around one of my wrists and pulled my arm uncomfortably to the top bar, forcing me to stoop even further. Then he brought the rope over to the other side and tied my other arm in place.
'You think it's all right to seduce girls – to make them sick – to twist their minds! Well, queer, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!' he screamed. 'You'll think twice before you lick between another girl's legs!'
He was going to beat me! I remembered the bullwhip, hanging neatly on the wall and prayed, like I'd never prayed before, that he didn't see it. If he used that on me I'd be scarred for life. He didn't see it – someone up there must have been listening.
He spun on his heel and disappeared from the barn for several minutes. When he returned he was carrying a wicked-looking willow switch. Reaching to my side, he jerked the button on my shorts off and mined the zipper. My shorts shot to my ankles in one jerk and I found myself naked and unprotected, except for the halter, which had loosened with my struggling.
The first blow caught the right cheek of my ass. I squealed in pain and jerked forward. My halter slid forward and let my tits hang, half-exposed under the halter band. He swung again and I jerked in agony. My tits fell completely out of the halter.
Another long red welt rose, this time on my back. Then one appeared on my thigh, then one on my side, then one caught the tender side of my tit. Another swish and the switch shot between my thighs and left an angry welt on my cunt. The more he punished me the harder and faster he swung. It didn't take long to reduce me to a quivering mass of raw welts, from neck to ankles.
My knees were wobbly, the shorts were soaked in the piss that trickled down my legs. I was hoarse from screaming and begging for mercy. He stopped only when his arm got so tired he couldn't do any more damage.
'Filthy queer!' he panted.
This time the pain hadn't done anything for me sexually. He was so mad that he was half-crazed, and I thought he was going to kill me before he got done. I cried out that I wasn't a queer, but he was too mad to listen.
After he stopped switching me there was a long pause. I wanted to turn my head and see what he was doing, but the bars prevented me from twisting around, and my hands were locked above me, so I couldn't look between my legs.
There were no tears left in me when he grabbed me by the hips and drove his heavy, meaty cock into my dry cunt. I choked and moaned. It hurt like hell. My cuntlips stuck to his strong staff and burned painfully as he jerked them inside me with his cock.
His hands found my dangling tits and began to squeeze them. His first stroke lifted me off my feet and held me in the air until he started to withdraw. His second, which still burned and smarted as he drove his dry cock into my equally dry cunt, picked me up and bounced my shoulders into the wooden posts with bruising force.
'You think it's fun to play doctor with my daughter! I'll show you what your cunt was designed for!' the man panted as he drove into me again.
His cock started to pick up oil from someplace and it became less and less painful with each thrust. His fingers bruised my delicate tits and I felt like I was being ripped apart each time he lifted me, but at least he wasn't whipping me any more.
The big cock pushed the top of my cunt up in a wavy motion as he shoved it back and forth. The big head would pull back until it caught against the strong, outer wall of my cunt-mouth, then it would go in again, slamming into my womb, making me cry out in pain as my feet left the ground.
At first he moved slow, then he got hotter and sped up. He jerked and probed my insides like the dog he was. There was no desire on his part to help me. He should have tried to show me how wonderful it was – if he thought I was a queer. But he didn't care. He was out to punish me for seducing his sex-starved daughter.
I felt him come. He popped his cock out with a squishing splash. Again there was a few seconds of tense quiet when I could only imagine what he planned to do to me next. It wasn't long before I felt the sharp, painful slash of the willow branch again.
When he'd finished this time I was sure there wasn't a square inch of me left without a welt. He still wasn't done with me. Loosening the bars just enough so that he wouldn't break my neck, he turned me over so my arms were twisted and crossed under me. They felt like they would break at any second. My shoulders were forced back, my head, still held between the bars, and my entire body were left straining from the unnatural position. All of my weight rested on my tortured arms. My tits rose and pointed toward the roof, spreading on my chest a little from their weight.
Hooking a finger into my straining cunt, he slapped my left tit hard with the flat of his hand. I felt his rugged hard-on plunge between my legs and whimpered as my feet left the ground. All my weight was held by my arms and the single, broad muscle in the front of my cunt.
'Please – my God, you'll put me in the hospital!' I screamed.
He hesitated. He'd used up a lot of his mad by then. I could tell he was thinking. He had to realize that he'd be in real trouble if he hurt me worse. I felt his cock withdraw. He untied me and let me fall to the floor when the
