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I Am From These Hills
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)

***

Transplanted city boy has to return to his mountain 
roots for help controlling a city girl who went bitch. 
Some rough play and four guys and their dogs get her to 
mellow out. (M+/F, nc, exh, anal, bd, beast)

***

I met my new Rubensque fuck buddy four months ago. We 
had been hot, heavy and kinky during our five times 
together. But for the last two weeks, we have had to 
cancel and reschedule twice because the shit had hit the 
fan at home. It had been impossible for me to get away; 
Vickie and I talked and had phone-sex half-a-dozen 
times. 

We laughed and kidded. I thought everything was fine 
when I arranged for a babysitter for my Alzheimer's 
stricken wife, loaded my arms up with gifts, to say, 
"I'm sorry" and headed to my secluded fishing cabin In 
the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had every intent of pleasing 
her beyond her wildest dreams. It wouldn't be a chore, 
she is wet, tasty, demanding and my oral fetish had been 
denied beyond the point of madness.

I was still trying to relax after three hours of 
driving. Deep breaths hadn't helped. My blood pressure 
was still up, I was angry at how my "wife" had hit and 
treated me for the last month. Granted, she no longer 
knew me but the abuse was difficult for a macho old 
southern, two-hundred pound retired Navy Seal to endure. 
Dreaming of spending time with Vickie was all that had 
kept me sane and under control for the last week.

My last obstacle was the tourist filled town just ten 
miles from my get-a-way. I was surprised to see a double 
decked, English-style bus, ushering tourists around and 
pointing out where gold was discovered in the 
Appalachians. That bus business would not survive in an 
area with such short tourist seasons. Then I remembered, 
Vickie was bringing her entire toy box. She had let me 
add to her collection during our last meetings. I 
laughed remembering I also had my own kit of surprises 
in the back of the pick-up.

This was going to be so good. I would make it good for 
her, but she knew I really needed to escape into her 
warm, soft, tender, welcoming body. I would relax if I 
drained my balls a dozen times into her willing pussy 
and could think of my cum trickling down her legs each 
day while we shopped and laughed. 

My arms were loaded beyond capacity as I approached the 
door. Vickie's car was there. I was happy about that. I 
was an hour early but it was wonderful to know that she 
was as anxious as me. My heart raced and my cock started 
to fill. The door swung open just as I stepped onto the 
stoop. I smiled, expecting her bright, welcoming, lust-
filled eyes.

"Where in the hell have you been. I've been here for two 
hours waiting with no TV, no wine, no power."

The anger and venom, in her welcome shocked me. "Sorry. 
Sorry, I'll get the power on and a fire going. The 
mountain air will cool things down quickly this 
evening."

"How about some food? Did your tiny male mind remember 
at least that?"

"That much, I remembered, Your Highness. Please forgive 
me for not arriving early enough to have the castle 
ready for you."

I expected my feeble attempt at humor would disarm her. 
I was very wrong. She had told me her ex had divorced 
her because of her "flip outs." I had never seen one. 
What I had seen so far was a lusty, short, red-head and 
wonderfully willing lover who accepted my baggage and 
wanted to be with me. It did hurt that she was 
embarrassed by me. She hid our relationship because I 
was married, not up to her friends' "handsome" criteria 
and twenty years her senior. 

With everything put away and the wine opened, I reached 
for her and a welcoming kiss. She pushed me away and 
took her wine into the living room. I followed with the 
wine and some gifts for her.

"Oh, did the "little boy" bring the grown woman some 
grocery store flowers. Isn't that sweet?" She tossed 
them roughly on an end table without thought of a vase 
and water.

"There are some crackers and cheese on a plate in the 
kitchen. Please, get the plate for us, Vickie. Then I'll 
show you what else I have for our weekend."

"What, a free fuck isn't enough for you? You want me to 
work and act like your panting maid bitch?"

We were standing in front of the fire when I answered, 
"No, you don't have to fuck or work but you got the 
bitch part right."

She definitely had not taken time to get to know me. She 
swung at my face. I caught that hand and pushed it over 
her head. She swung her other hand. I caught that too. 
She tried to knee me in the nuts but I rolled my hips. 
Her knee glanced but still hurt like hell, enough to 
make me react. I let go of her left wrist and slapped 
down hard. My blow landed solidly on her jaw near her 
chin. She dropped like a heavy bag of crumpled clothing. 
She did not move. I was angry now. She had to pay.

I ripped her blouse and bra off her and squeezed her 
nipples hard. She did not moan, move, whimper or react 
in any way. I took off her shoes and socks and threw 
them against the far wall. I took her jeans and panties 
and tossed them out the still open door. We were lit by 
the flickering flames. She had shaved clean for me. 
Knowing that almost stole my anger and got my mouth to 
water. Then I had thoughts of her continuing to berate 
me and push me away all weekend. Those feelings just 
piled onto my last two weeks of stress, rejection, 
anger, failure and frustration.

Vickie still had not moved by the time I was nude, 
standing over her, pumping my half hard cock. A cold 
chill went through me; a long-silent devil's voice in my 
head was saying, "Rape the bitch. You've never raped a 
woman. Rape this one. Make her know her place."

My cock grew rock hard. The hardest I can remember it 
ever being. The refrain was still going through my head, 
"Rape her. Rape the bitch. Rape her."

I grabbed an ankle in each hand and pushed them high, 
spreading her. I knelt and my cock's head found its own 
way. A little push got just the helmet to disappear into 
her. During our other times together, she had told me, 
"Go slow, you're thick, give me time to stretch."

My devil could care less, "Fuck her. Rape the bitch." I 
thrust. Another inch went into her. Every time we had 
sex, she had told me, "I'm not on the pill; you have to 
use a condom."

"Fuck her. Rape the bitch," the voice said. I thrust 
again. Half of me was in her.

She was watching me. Her eyes were defiant. I could 
force her to cum. I pulled back, spread her legs wide 
enough to see her wince in pain and trusted very hard to 
hit her g-spot and slide all the way to the hilt into 
her womb. She started to speak. My cold, threatening 
stare stopped her. I leaned into her legs so my shaft 
could rake along her clit on each trust. Her bent body 
held my weight but recoiled in pain. Her hamstrings were 
being pushed beyond their comfortable limits.

Pain or not, Vickie was struggling to hate and not cum. 
She felt me tighten. She started to give her condom 
order again. I slapped her. Her eyes flashed. I slapped 
her again and thrust hard. She glared at me but her body 
betrayed her. It began to tremble. Her ass tightened, 
her cunt sucked and her legs shook. Her eyes closed. She 
cried out, "Yes!" and came hard and long. 

My cock lurched and began to shoot. She felt it dance in 
her belly. That extended her high. Her hips tipped 
naturally to assure my cock made its impregnating pool 
around the mouth of her cervix.

My anger subsided. I leaned back so her legs would not 
hurt. When her eyes opened again, they were still wild 
with hate. She screamed, "You came in me." She kicked at 
my face and caught me good on the side of the neck. Too 
much training, too much fear, too much ugliness, too 
many lies and memories of too much death filled my mind 
as they had many years ago. I could smell cordite and 
death. My eyes did not see her. I hit her again. I had 
plenty of time now. 

When I returned from getting the "kit" out of the back 
of my truck, she moaned. She was just meat. She wasn't 
Vickie. The long, thick zip ties were in the top of my 
kit. I flipped the meat onto its belly and bound her 
left wrist, behind her back, high on her right forearm 
and then her right to her left forearm. I pushed the 
coffee table away and zipped one ankle to each front 
foot on the couch, spreading her wide. I remembered her 
"toy box." 

I found a soft, strong rope to slip around her neck; I 
stepped behind the couch and pulled. I used only the 
rope, bending her backwards, choking her until, she was 
upright on her knees; I tied the rope to a finial on the 
couch's back. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was 
cold and dark inside. I had been an unfeeling superman 
before. I was paid to hurt back then.

The bitch recovered from her initial abuse and was 
glaring at me, while I finished rambling through her 
goodie box and retrieving the first aid kit from the 
bathroom. She started screaming when she saw what I had 
laid out. My used cotton boxers ripped easily. One 
tattered leg of the shorts would make a good gag. She 
had a big noisy mouth. With a long strip of duck tape 
ready, I held her nose, pushed my used shorts in her 
mouth and taped her mouth shut. I started to tape her 
nose too, but it would be more fun to fuck and torture a 
live resisting body.

Sweet Vickie had told me how much she wanted to get her 
nipples pierced. She even had the rings. Strangely, 
there were five in the set and about six feet of 
gleaming gold clad heavy chain. Sweet Vickie had backed 
out many times but the crazy bitch in front of me would 
have no such option.

"Bitch, you can say, "Thank You" later. We're going to 
pierce both your nipples. I should use ice to deaden 
your pain but you kicked me. Believe me, it is going to 
hurt."

I had seen abject fear and pleading in the eyes of 
dozens of people. It was personal this time. I didn't 
have the proper tools for this job. A cork and an ice 
pick would have to do. I let my criticizing, foul 
mouthed lover feel the point of the pick. I played, 
testing what areas on her chest, belly and abdomen had 
the easiest skin to pierce. 

Each time I pushed, maybe three layers of skin would 
break and she would scream into my boxers. She looked 
relieved, when I tired of my game. I liked seeing her 
fear return when I put the point of the ice pick against 
her rigid right nipple and lined the cork on the other 
side. The pick's shaft was broad. It would make a big 
hole. I would have to thrust hard.

"If you twist at the wrong time, I might poke a hole in 
your breast or in the wrong place on your nipple. Then 
we will have to do it again and again to get it right." 
My voice was so cold and distant that it surprised me. 
The bitch was stone still. Her eyes were wide, fixed on 
the tip of the pick.

"You look ready. Are you ready?"

She pleaded and shook her head "No."

"But you look ready. I'm sure you are. Aren't you 
ready?"

Again she pleaded with her eyes and shook her head "No."

I turned. She relaxed and I drove the ice pick through 
her nipple into the cork. Her scream was muffled. Her 
body dropped. Her eyes rolled back. She was very close 
to passing out. I left my handiwork dangling from her 
breast. The bitch adjusted to the pain quickly and 
stared at me, as if she had won.

I had several good, non-stinging antiseptics. I opened 
the first sterile ring and fed it through her new nipple 
hole, following the pick as I pulled it out. I installed 
the ring's retainer and cleaned her with harshest 
stinging alcohol that I had. She screamed and her body 
trembled in pain and fear. With wide pleading eyes, she 
watched me slowly set up my tools again for the next 
nipple.

"I did that one too fast for you to see everything. This 
time, I will push it through your nipple very slowly."

Her head shook "No" violently. Her body was coated with 
a fine sheen of sweat even though cold night air was 
blowing through the door. She did not deserve it but I 
wanted to finger fuck her. She had never been this wet. 
It wasn't from my earlier meager offering. Her juices 
were dripping on my floor. Her slipperiness allowed me 
push three fingers to the hilt into her on my first try. 
I didn't try to stretch her. I tasted her, allowing her 
to watch my enjoyment. 

My fingers knew just how to touch her. She had taught 
me. My thrusts matched the pace of my words. "If only I 
could trust you, I would lick you and bring you pleasure 
until you fly so high you cannot breathe. Then you would 
cum until you sleep on a cloud and awake to my cock 
thrusting into you and the smell of morning coffee 
brewing." Totally against her will, she came strongly, 
wetting even more of my floor.

"Watch now." She did watch, resigned to her fate of 
feeling even more pain than she had before. It took a 
full minute for me to push the ice pick through her 
nipple. Twice she almost fainted but I waited for her. I 
will never know for sure, but I think she came when the 
cork squeaked, accepting the ice pick.

The bitch looked good with her two big new rings. I 
bragged on her while I fitted her with a leather collar 
and ran the chain through its neck ring and both ends 
through her new nipple rings. The ends dangled almost to 
the floor, hanging straight on both sides of her cunt.

She was beyond fighting but was still filled with fear 
when I set up two more rings, the ice pick and the cork 
in front of her. I sat with my legs spread wide, close 
to her, framing her directly in front of me. I waited 
for her to have lots of time to imagine the next step. 
Her head shook slowly, objecting. I pulled one of her 
pussy's lips to its limit and dried it. I reached to dry 
the other lip, pulled them together and clamped them 
that way with a nipple clamp from her kit. Her head went 
wild, shaking "No."

"Be very still, my fuck toy. I still remember you 
cursing me, degrading me, kicking me and turning your 
back on me after you teased me all week, making me dream 
about our weekend and your body."

Ever so slowly, I pushed the ice pick through her 
fleshy, swollen, red lips. I enjoyed hearing the point 
tear through the flesh and seeing her thighs tremble in 
pain. They had been tight for so long they were 
cramping. Stoically, she endured me fitting a ring into 
each lip and guiding the chain dangling from each nipple 
through her new corresponding pussy lip ring. She had 
another piercing to endure.

The bitch was broken for today. She did not watch as I 
separated her clit from its hood and stuffed q-tips to 
hold them apart. She did not watch as I drove the ice 
pick through the hood and fitted her ring. She did show 
some interest when I put a heavy lock through one side 
of her dangling chain, put the lock's arm through her 
new clit ring and then locked it to the other end of the 
chain that was through the ring in her other pussy lip. 

The lock was well designed. It had a large pleated bulb 
at the very top of its arm's arch. No matter how she 
moved, the bulb pressed and moved on her clit, the 
chains jangled against the lock and the weight of 
everything pulled at her clit, her pussy lips and her 
nipples. I showed mercy and cleaned her with diluted 
Betadine. Her eyes showed softness, to say, "Thank You." 
She was learning to be thankful for little mercies, less 
I returned her to hell.

I was ready again. I cut the rope holding her upright. 
She fell forward hard onto her new piercings. I knelt 
between her still widely bound legs and pulled her up by 
her bound arms, dragging her breasts on the floor and 
pushed my cock between her new piercings. As I thrust 
for solely my own pleasure, I could feel the heavy lock 
swing. The evil bitch came before I did.

I stripped the bed in the guest room down to the 
waterproof mattress pad, then put her on the bed and 
bound her to the headboard and the foot board. She was 
on her back with her arms still bound behind her. I 
covered her with a single scratchy, olive drab, military 
surplus wool blanket, locked the door, bathed and slept 
like a baby until eight the next morning.

***

VB ("Vickie Bitch") had a lot of new things to learn the 
morning and afternoon of the second day. With both feet 
still tied to the bed and only one arm free she learned 
to brush her teeth and comb her hair. With her arms tied 
behind her and her feet tied so she only had twelve 
inches of movement, she learned to pee in the toilet and 
shuffle to the kitchen to drink a warm can of Carnation 
shake through a straw. I had sat the can on the floor. 
She had to scoot on her knees and lean forward several 
times to bring her head down in the right place above 
the can. After breakfast she saw how I tenderly cared 
for her new piercings and she got to feel how sore she 
was.

About noon, I wanted to hear her lovely voice and 
foolishly took off the duck tape, cleaned the adhesive 
and removed the now saliva soaked leg of my old boxers. 
Immediately, her hoarse, bitch noises assaulted my ears.

"Why are you doing this to me? Let me go. I won't tell 
anyone. Let me go you asshole. You'll spend years 
getting fucked up the ass for this."

I slapped her very hard and put a "fresh" part of my 
torn boxers into her mouth and taped them there. "You 
are so lovely and so desirable. We had some good times 
together. You cum so beautifully, so often and so wetly, 
riding my cock. I don't know why you went bitch. No one 
will miss you for four more days. You are in Mexico, 
remember? You were so ashamed to be seen with an older, 
married man, who adored you; you lied to everyone about 
my existence and told everyone that you were going to 
Mexico alone."  

Her nipples still throbbed but I could tell she was 
remembering. She knew I was right, that she was at what 
mercy I would show her and that no saving cavalry was 
coming. Late in the afternoon, I decided to show her I 
could control her in public.

She was fun to clean in the shower and finger to orgasm. 
"I will fuck your unprotected womb again tonight."

Panic flicked through her eyes as she remembered the 
night before. She could already be carrying her first 
baby. Our first baby.

The warm water did not run out. After three enemas, I 
pushed my cock into her ass. Fucked her and filled her 
bowels with my cum. The sealing butt plug stretched her 
a little beyond her limits. It was only a small tear. It 
would have to wait until tonight for first aid. I 
connected a strong rope to her chains between her 
breasts. She had a high quality expanding dildo in her 
toy box. After some experimenting, I knew how many pumps 
it took to get it to several sizes – the smallest being 
a baseball. I pushed the dildo into her pussy and pumped 
it up to softball size. She complained, so I rubbed her 
clit above her piercing and pumped the bulb one more 
time. That seemed to calm her.

Big ball in her belly, plug in her ass, and dressed, the 
bitch still had her arms tied around her back and an 
almost invisible tether just below her knees. Before we 
got out of the truck I told her, "Hold this rubber ball 
in your mouth. If it falls out I will jerk the rope and 
pull out all your piercings."

It was raining in town. Few people were out. Only 
another couple was on the second deck of the sight-
seeing bus. VB's hoodie covered most of her face and her 
skirt clearly showed the two lines coming from under it. 
The other lady on the bus was very inquisitive. I wanted 
to play and was ready for her first question.

"What is wrong with the young girl?"

I extended my right hand and shook hers warmly, ignoring 
her docile husband, "I'm Dr. Hansen from the asylum on 
the hill. I am taking her on an outing. I'm sure she is 
ready for one. On previous outings, she tried to bite 
and scratch strangers. If restrained, she would try to 
urinate or defecate on them. She seems relaxed now. Do 
you want to hold her leashes and talk to her for a 
while? It would be good for her."

Even my "patient" found the woman's extra quick retreat 
funny. VB snarled and lurched at the woman to play 
along. That's a good sign, I thought. When I tried to 
put her back into the truck, she struggled, only to 
discover I had a rag and a can of chloroform. She would 
have a headache in the morning.

That night while tied spread eagle to the bed, the bitch 
started her period. For the next three days, I fucked 
her pussy and ass in the shower. I was afraid to trust 
her mouth. She came at least a dozen times during those 
days. In front of her, I used my disposable pre-paid 
phone and called a "voice to sms" service in Mexico. The 
first text message was to her work, "Sorry must take 
another week maybe two. Have over 30 days vacation 
coming. So much devastation here. Thanks Vickie."

The second message was to her best girl friend, "Met 
great guy, CL. Wild & kinky in bed. Sore. Guy back home 
will be hurt. Any better will stay forever. He has a 
brother. Love Vicky"

The next day both messages were answered directly to her 
cell phone, "Keep doing good work. Proud of you. 
Raymond" Raymond is her boss at work. The girlfriend was 
interested and supportive, "Naughty girl. Big? Age of 
bro? $? Got sun? Lonely without you. U go girl! Jil."

I had seen a guy working his Blue Tick in the distant 
woods, so I made myself look much older, didn't shave my 
white stubble, dressed the part, remembered my heritage 
and accent and took VB out on a leash, nude for a walk. 
When I saw the guy in the distance, I told her, "One 
word and I'll cut off the tip of your tongue off so 
people won't be able to understand you. Do you totally 
understand?" I pulled her chain tightly.

"Yes."

I showed her my Navy Seal knife under my shirt. She 
looked at me in fear.

The hound bounded toward me but turned at the scent of 
the bitch. "Don't move Vickie. Whatever happens, you 
follow me or you will regret it for life."

The mountain man was grinning from ear to ear when he 
got close, "What you got there?"

"Ya walkin yer male hound. I'm walkin my disrespectful 
bitch. Have to keep 'er on a lease; keeps bolting out 
the door and then I gota go find 'er."

"Damn pretty bitch."

"She's on the rag. When she's not, she's too much fer 
me. She'll be off t'moro. Maybe ya and yer dog can help 
me with 'er."

VB spun, tried to pull away and started to speak. I 
pulled hard at her chain and looked menacingly into her 
eyes. She stayed quiet.

"Mister, if that is a real offer, me and Jake, will be 
here any time ya say."

"I don't want to dress 'err, sun should be warm about 
three."

"Yup, should be."

"Yer dick hard by then."

"Yup, should be."

"How bout Jake's tongue and cock."

"Yup, should be."

"Three then."

The bitch was quiet all the way back to the cabin, quiet 
through supper and quiet the next day. Five times, I 
fingered her to get her close but stopped. She was 
soaked and aching when I pulled her hoodie over her and 
cut it up the front to the neck, so her tits would hang 
out and her chains would jingle. She walked quietly to 
our meeting place and glared at me when I tied her face 
to an exposed root on the ground and gagged her. Her ass 
was up in the air and her legs were spread.

The blue came racing thru the trees minutes before his 
owner. He sniffed all around VB. His cock began to 
extend. He looked at me and then back at VB, begging for 
permission when Jeb came into the clearing.

"Didn't think ya meant it, Mister. So, can I fuck 'er?"

"B'fore or after yer hound?"

"How about b'fore and after."

"Go ahead. I ain't that yung no more. Let me try som 
thin first."

I opened a jar of peanut butter and let Old Blue lick 
some from my fingers. Then I pushed a large dollup up 
the bitch's cunt. The dog's tongue must have been a foot 
long and he got it all into her going for the peanut 
butter. VB came at least twice.

"Don't untie 'er. Use 'er if ya want but she ain't 
yourn."

Jeb pushed his dog away and knelt behind his afternoon's 
entertainment. He wasn't big but he was hard, young and 
willing. VB was still needy and wet. She came again and 
quickly. The dog bounced and ran around howling, as his 
master pounded the willing bitch. The hound's cock was 
extended. Somehow, he knew he was going to get a turn. 
He probably knew the split hoodie was to keep his nails 
from scratching the hairless bitch.

When Jeb stood wiping his cock, the dog froze. Jeb said, 
"Go boy" and almost got knocked over. The hound's cock 
was spurting clear liquid and missing, as his front legs 
grasped his bitch and his legs danced around hoping his 
wildly thrusting hips would accidently drive his cock 
home. The bitch moved her hips trying to help Old Blue 
get in, but he was tiring and seemed to be losing 
interest. 

Jeb bent down and guided his friend in. I have never 
seen an animal so excited or fuck so fast and hard. In 
thirty seconds, VB screamed into her gag. The hound 
stood still. His knot was locked into her. He turned 
around butt to butt and waited. He had put a glass full 
of sperm into his bitch and now he was making sure it 
stayed inside where it would do its job.

Jeb watched, jacking his mostly soft cock slowly. He 
seemed to know when Old Blue would soften because his 
cock was hard when the dog's cock slipped free and cum 
literally poured from the gaping hole. This time Jeb 
pushed his hound away. He remounted their shared bitch 
and began humping wildly. She was too wet and stretched. 
His eyes looked at me pleading, "How about 'er mouth?"

"''Er ass, ifin ya want. Leave 'er mouth alone. She 
ain't broke yet. She'll bite it off."

Free city girl ass was fine. The muffled groan sounded 
like the needy, easy to climax Vickie I knew. Jeb liked 
stretching into the new hole. He didn't last very long 
for having cum just a few minutes ago.

Jeb remembered his manners after he came and was 
buckling up. "Thanks Mister. That was real fine. Ain't 
ever been given a gift like that before. Old Blue liked 
it too." The hound only casually looked up from cleaning 
his cock.

"Yer're welcomed. Thanks for yer help. She'll learn 
pretty soon. She's a stubborn one. Ya got a friend? 
Maybe one with a dog?"

"I got two friends with dogs? I can get them here at 
three t'moro."

"Sposed to rain. Whose barn is that over yonder?"

"That's mine. Can't go there."

"Why, ya got a still? What the hell? Ya and yer hound 
fuck my pet in the woods but ya won't let yer friends 
have 'er next to yer still. Too much trouble. Forget it. 
I'll find other guys to fuck 'er and break 'er."

"No, No, it'll be ok. Bring 'er to the barn t'moro."

Back in the cabin, I was honest with her, "Well bitch, 
after tomorrow, I figure we are even. If you hold up and 
keep your mouth shut, you can go home and torment some 
other men. Any crap from you and I'll show you how much 
worse your life can get."

That evening, I enjoyed washing my former treasure. My 
hands rubbed her soft padded skin. I almost allowed 
myself to let my misguided feelings creep in again. I 
almost believed that she liked me and wanted to be with 
me. I knew I couldn't let up. Women like her fooled me 
too easily. She noticed my softness and started to 
speak. "Stay quiet bitch. I refuse to let you make me 
believe in you again. 
Tomorrow, you will not have a gag in your mouth. Don't 
think the men you meet will save you. They want to fuck 
you or your warm dead body. They live in a world 
different than you can imagine."

The barn was filled with tons of hay that smelled like 
pot and a few tons of sugar. I could hear horses whinny 
in another part of the barn. One of Jed's friends was 
already there. He was a big, friendly looking man. He's 
handsome but I could tell he was a hard, sober minded 
worker. His eyes showed that he was totally taken by VB. 
He caressed every inch of her body softly and lovingly. 
He asked, "Can she cook?"

"I'll loan 'er to ya, fer just a few minutes. I'm 
teachin 'er not to run around on me whilst she's sposed 
to be mine."

"What ya want for 'er?"

"Ain't sure I want to sell 'er just yet. But what ya 
oferin?"

"I got shine, pot, two yung-ens that ain't worth much 
yet, some bottom land. What yer want?"

"I want the bitch to settle down, stay with me, quit 
being angry. She keeps runnin off."

"Maybe this one's too much fer ya. She might need more 
man, a younger man."

"What happened to yer woman, yung fella?"

His head lowered and his feet shuffled, "She ran off 
too."

I didn't need to say any more. "See if ya can handle 
this wild one?"

"Now? In front of ya and Jed?"

"Yep. Ya got a two inch cock or som-en? Bitch, ain't ya 
learned nothing? Help this yung fella give ya lotsa 
fun."

She went to her task with some zeal. I did not repeat my 
warnings when her mouth went for his just released cock. 
Two more guys and their dogs arrived about then. One 
said, "Damn, Jed ya didn't wait fer us."

"Milt couldn't wait. I think he wants to marry the bitch 
already." Everyone except Milt and VB laughed. Milt had 
his eyes closed and was wobbly. VB had her mouth full 
and was hungry. Her head bobbed, her lips slurped and 
her cheeks sunk in because she was sucking so hard. When 
she swallowed the first rope from him, he fell back hard 
on to the hay. His cock was still squirting and two of 
the dogs went to clean him up. My pet looked at me and 
saw my approval. 

She stayed quiet, waiting, kneeling and watching her new 
prey strip. A tall thin lanky man got behind her, bent 
her over and pushed a thick eight inches past her 
dangling lock and chains. His dog went to her head and 
began humping. I offered a little suggestion.

"Put the dog on his back." Jed flipped the anxious mutt.

VB did not miss a stroke. The guy, with the swollen 
cock, kept thrusting, pushing her face between the dog's 
spread legs and she started to suck the still half 
sheathed spike while reaching between her own legs to 
diddle her clit. The happy pooch's legs both spasmed, 
kicking the air, like when having his belly scratched. 
His master just said, "Damn, will you look at that" and 
starting cumming. 

Before the dog was finished, Jed took the lanky man's 
place. VB's mouth worked the dog's cock relentlessly. 
When the dog started cumming, she swallowed quickly and 
missed very little. Jed came quickly watching the show 
and then the last guy, a short stocky man in overalls 
and brogans took his turn, pulling out in time to shoot 
across her back and ass. That brought one of the dogs to 
lick and clean her.

The men seemed content to jack their cocks and watch the 
dogs after that. The dogs were agitated and anxious to 
get at their volunteering, hot, willing bitch. They 
circled, growled and postured to decide who mounted her 
first. The biggest dog, got the honors, he pushed his 
dripping cock into her. VB now knew to reach down and 
hold the knot out of her. We watched in some admiration 
while she arched, trembled, moaned and came twice with 
the big dog in her. 

She was up to the task of satisfying male animals of all 
types. After another forty-five minutes, she had a total 
of four loads of human cum and three loads of dog cum in 
her pussy and one in her belly. Her legs weren't steady 
but she started to stand. I put my foot on her back, 
pushing her tender breasts into the prickly hay covering 
the barn's floor. She had dog cum on her chin.

Vickie's soft eyes looked at me and her soft voice said, 
"I'll be good now."

"Tell me that again in a few minutes."

I watched the four men cum on her upturned ass and back. 
The dogs licked every drop off and did not spare any 
inch of the bitch that they could reach. She got onto 
her knees again to give them better access. She had two 
tongues in her cunt and one in her ass when she came the 
last time for the afternoon. It was cute to watch the 
dogs, mill around her looking for something else to 
lick. The bitch presented when the big dog started to 
mount her again. 

I pulled her to her feet. "You've cum at least seven 
times in the last hour. That's enough reward for you."

I turned to my hosts and continued, "I think my pet's 
learned 'er lesson for today. Ya guys going to be around 
next month, ifin I need more help?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to shake the extended 
appreciative hands as each man thanked me. I could tell 
Milt still wanted to negotiate. He just asked, "She got 
a sister?"

"I'll find out fer ya. If'n she does, think about how 
yer're going to keep 'er from running off until ya break 
'er."

He smiled broadly, "I got a barn, friends and some dogs, 
if'n yer'll help me, ol' man?"

"Ya call me that again and I'll fuck whatever I bring 
ya, for ya get to it. She'll be dripping ol' man cum 
first time ya fuck 'er. She'll have had the best and be 
ruint for yung bucks. Won't no part of ya then."

He laughed, "Seconds won't be bad ifin she's like yourn? 
Ifin she's a good cook, I'll cut off one of 'er legs to 
keep 'er home. That's some fine pussy. Look, even my dog 
says so. She looks like a city bitch." 

"Was. Liked mountin' cock last year and came back but 
went nasty bitch on me. Now she wants more cocks than I 
got."

The hollow echoed with male laughter. I could see VB's 
wet, swollen, dripping cunt already asking, "When do we 
fuck again?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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