Camp Calloway

"Sure, Boss."

She was almost relieved they were leaving. At least until she heard "I won't be disturbed tonight, boys. No matter what you hear. That understood?"

"Yessir." Both his men ducked out and she heard the door lock.

"Hell now, Josephine," he crooned at her, shirtless and with his pants undone. He toed off his boots while he looked her over, then slid the rest of his clothing off his hips. His cock sprung up, giving her the first real look at how long and thick it was. He'd been right - it wasn't near thick as Lem's, but it was still girthy. The more formidable length was apparent as he knelt onto the bed and climbed over her, the head sliding against her before he took hold of it and purposely started rubbing precum up the shaft. "I've so been looking forward to tonight. Best roll over. Let's get the scary part out of the way first."

"Please don't hurt me?" she begged, her arms getting painfully twisted over each other as he shifted up and rolled her. He shoved down hard on her shoulders once she was flat on her stomach. A firm smack on her ass was her reward for pleading and she felt his cock dangling against the backs of her thighs. He nestled it between them and pinched her ass, hard.

His hands found her hips and yanked up, lifting her up to her knees as he pressed in closer to her nethers. She felt the whine rise up her lungs and pushed her head down as he spread her knees open wider, slapping the backs of her thighs a few times. Once they started to tingle and burn he rubbed them with full palms and she felt him bend over her backside.

"Breathe, Josie-girl. You just breathe, now." She heard him hock back and then spit, felt the saliva hit her asscrack and then he was using a finger to rub it into her hole. She was panting as she started to cry uncontrollably, scared and already hurting, breath coming in broad gasps. He spit again and worked it in again and again, his finger delving deeper into her ass each time. Another mouthful of spit dripping down her crack, getting pushed up her hole. She was near hyperventilating by the time he got his middle finger in her to the second knuckle.

"Such a tight little hole," he said appreciatively, as though it was a compliment. She simply gasped and whimpered as he shoved his whole middle finger up her ass. "It'll hurt, by God, but you'll like it."

She highly doubted that.

*

She broke back into consciousness with his head between her thighs and his tongue lapping at her clit, licking it lightly and making her wriggle in a surprising pleasure, one that made her hot with shame. Her feet scrabbled at the mattress as she tried to get away from him but it was useless. He had tied her ankles to the posts as well, her body spread wide open for him the same way she'd been open for Lem.

"You taste so good, sweetheart. Whatta delicious little cunt you've got."

He delved in again, treating her pussy like it was a decadent meal, feasting as he sucked on her clit or shot his tongue up in her.

"Stop," she cried, trying to wiggle away from his mouth, feeling trapped and confused by everything her body was feeling.

"Why would I stop? It's slicking you right up," he replied, chin glistening as he lifted his head. Even his stubble was shiny damp and she was mortified to realize that it was her own juices all over his face. "Fuckin'll hurt less this way, Jo. Plus it's my cunt to taste, whenever I like. That clear?"

"Yessir."

"Mmmm, good girl," he praised, shifting his shoulders so that he could pull himself up between her thighs. His hand was firmly wrapped around his cock and she gasped out when he rubbed the head of it into her damp curls, slicking it up and down her slit. He kept teasing her clit with his cock, making her writhe as he watched gleefully, chuckling. "Like t'keep you, Josie. You been makin' Lem real happy and now I know why. That tight little ass of yours was heaven on earth, girl. Makes up for what you lack in tits."

He lined himself up, aim true as he shoved forward, pelvis lifting to drive up and into her fully. She whined from deep in her lungs, eyes squeezed shut as he made an equally animal sound.

"Mmmm, tight little cunt too, even with all that stretching." His trim body lay down over her, weight on his knees and elbows as he pushed his cock as deep into her as he could. He watched her reflexively arch up under him with a smirk on his face, his kiss on her chin as she whimpered. She really could near taste him in the back of her throat. He hadn't just been boasting. He had the longest cock she'd ever seen, certainly the longest that had been inside her. "You really are a piece of heaven, Jo. It's a wonder your daddy didn't get a baby in that belly before he run off."

"Go to hell!"

His chest rose up over her as he flexed his arms, pushing up so he could wriggle just a bit deeper inside her. Then he started fucking her in earnest, in and out, deep as he could manage. "Maybe later, darlin'. I'm busy."

*

It was his damn humming that woke her, the song so suddenly familiar. She knew it from church. It was one the Reverend would play sometimes, after services, when most everyone had filed out.

"For the Beauty of the Earth," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could help it.

He shifted in response, the hand that had been on her stomach rising to lazily stroke her breasts. He nodded agreement and made a sound of affirmation in his throat, lifting his mouth so he could hum the song in her ear while he twisted one of her nipples between this thumb and finger. He was naked against her, one of the itchy woolen blankets thrown over the lower half of the bed, hiding how much of a mess he'd made of her. It almost could have seemed romantic if he hadn't been the son of a bitch who'd had her raped, had her tied to the four bed posts and taken her in the ass. He'd forced her into so many sins, so many perversions...

The hymn in her ear was damning her to Hell.

"I hate you."

His head lowered so that he could kiss her breast, "Y'will for a long while."

He took her nipple in his mouth and started humming again and she squeezed her eyes shut as both disgust and pleasure wrenched her lungs.

"You behave and I'll reward ya nice, hear? Nice clothes, jewelry, good food and whiskey. You'll get 'yer own room, with a bath. A kept woman. It'll mostly be me, some of the boys every so often for morale." The words were steady and slow, matching the ease with which he stretched over her once again, straddling her. The blanket got shoved aside.

His half limp dick laid against her stomach and she watched him measure how far inside her he got each time he fucked her. He grunted and nodded, his assessment pleasing him as he shifted again, moving downward so that he could tease his cock at her pussy lips again.

He was fiddling it against her clit as he looked up, voice stern. "Misbehave and the farm hands will be stickin' all sorts of things up in ya and I'll let 'em, Josephine. I make myself clear?"

She nodded as he flicked his thumb on her clit, "I'll behave."

"Hope that's true but I guess we'll see," he told her, blue eyes steady in the lamplight as he nodded once. "Roll over."

Josie flinched but started to move anyhow. "It hurts there."

"I'll use your cunt this time, sweetheart." His hand stroked her hip as he pushed her over on her front. "Mama will tend to ya in a bit, get you in a bath. I got one more load to put in your belly first."

He slid into her slowly then, palms bracing her hips as he shifted and buried himself to the hilt. His pelvis was nudged flush to her ass and he rubbed her back, reminding her to arch her spine more. He started in slow and soft, his moaning matching each pump of his hips.

"You takin' that coffee like a good girl?"

"Yessir," Josie muffled into the pillow. "I drink it."

"Smells rancid and likely tastes worse but you'll drink it a couple times a week." His chest leaned down over her back so he could kiss and lick her shoulder. "Mmmm' Josie, you're my prized filly now."

He started teasing her ass despite aching pain, a finger pushing past the tight ring and making her flinch and whimper as he brushed a kiss on her shoulder. His whisper went wild into her hair, "Welcome to Ned Calloway's place, darlin'. Open those legs up a little more and make me some room."

She opened her legs wider and bit down against the pain, waiting for him to cum.

Maybe if she was good he'd give her another dress, a warmer one.

Maybe some more books, maybe her mama's quilt.

"Ned?" she tested the name, trying to keep it soft.

He almost stuttered his rhythm, half pausing at the sound of his given name, "Yeah, darlin'?"

She tried to even her breathing as much as she could. "Can I have more books?"

She felt him harden up as he groaned. He liked her being sweet, apparently. It made him pant as he bore down on her.

"Think maybe we can negotiate that, Josephine," he chuckled openly, kissing her hair and shoving down on her shoulders. "Now let me fill this pussy up in peace. I got a fearsome load to leave in ya."

"Yessir."