The Farm Ch. 04

I laid there in the silence, still restrained. Liam's cum slid down my pussy as if to taunt me and provoke me into cumming. But I wouldn't. I knew I was being watched, I knew there had to be cameras in there.

But then, maybe not. When Liam had licked my juice of the cane he'd told me not to tell anyone. If he wasn't supposed to be doing that because they didn't yet know I was clean, then perhaps no one could see what was happening in this room. I found it strange that there wouldn't be any cameras here if they were everywhere else.

Or maybe he'd only said that to plant a seed in my head that there were no cameras, to see how I would behave when I believed I wasn't being watched.

But his cum coated my cunt, dripped over my clit, meandered down my pink folds . . . I pulled at the ropes, trying to mitigate the sensation. My pussy throbbed, my body tingled and I strained it and stretched as much as I could, trying to focus on other things.

About ten minutes later, the door opened and Liam walked through it. He carried with him a plate of apple slices and peanut butter. Setting the plate at the curve of my waist he looked down at me and asked, "How is my little slut doing?"

"I need to cum, please, Sir!" I said through my teeth.

"Hmm... I bet. But I ain't gonna let you cum. I will, however, let you eat. You must be starving."

I hadn't realized how hungry I was until he said it. I nodded and looked away, expecting to have to beg for food.

Liam undid the ropes that bound my wrists and let me sit up. He left my ankles bound so that my legs were still splayed. I slid down the table so that I could bend them, and moaned as I felt his cum continue to tease my pussy.

Liam chuckled and said, "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth and he fed me a slice of apple with some peanut butter on it. I bit into it as I looked at him and chewed it rapidly. At least one urge was being relieved. I swallowed and said, "Thank you, Sir."

"We ain't monsters, you know. We do treat our slaves like human bein's, even if they are whores. We like our girls to be healthy. We make better money that way."

So noble. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes and instead took another bite of the apple. He watched me silently as he fed me, and finally picked up the last slice of apple from the plate. This one had no peanut butter on it.

He got on top of the table and sat in between my legs. "Look at all that cum I left on ya. You like feeling my jizz trickle down your pussy?"

Before I could answer he pressed the apple slice to my clit and started scooping up his cum. I moaned and tried to pretend it wasn't happening, but that was futile. He slid the apple slice back and forth, up and down, coating it with our fluids.

"I bet you really need to cum now, dontcha?"

I shook my head. I didn't want to cum for him, or any of them anymore. He slid the apple slice all over my pussy until it was thoroughly covered in his semen, and then reached out and held it to my lips. I looked at all the cum dripping off it and turned my head away.

"Eat it! I know you're a cum hungry little slut. Eat it!" He pressed it to my lips and I opened my mouth and took a bite. The saltiness of his cum mingled with the sweetness of the apple and my pussy. Cum dripped down my lips with the juice of the apple. I licked it away and took another bite.

"How's it taste?" he asked, smiling wickedly.

"Like a cum-covered apple, Sir," I replied with my mouth still full. "Why don't you try some?"

Liam laughed and said, "You're funny. Now finish it."

He shoved the remainder of the apple slice into my mouth and I swallowed it down, barely chewing, thinking that if this had been almost anyone else - if it had been John doing this to me - I'd have obliged with no reservations, even asked for more. If I'd been given a choice, I'd be fine with all this.

Liam untied the ropes at my ankles and made me get on all fours. He attached a leash to my neck and pulled me to the door, saying, "I'm gonna give you a tour of where you'll be fuckin' 'n suckin' all day."

"But- you don't know if I'm clean yet."

"We'll know soon enough."

I bowed my head and looked down at the floor, saying nothing. Liam tugged at the leash. I crawled behind him, trying to keep up as he pulled me in his long stride. We exited from a door in the basement and he made me crawl up a set of concrete stairs. I went as fast as I could, my knees scraping all the way to the soft grass up top.

The sun blared down on my naked body, and I squinted as he pulled me along across the dirt road. I was getting filthy and trying not to breathe in the dust that Liam kicked up as he walked. My initial shock seemed to be melting away in the hot sun, and I realized that in the back of my mind I'd been hoping things would get better.

He tugged me along, showing me the wooden stables, each stall containing a whore like me getting fucked in one hole or another, or getting punished. The ones who weren't being used were languidly resting on flat, dirty mattresses. A chorus of moans and screams and grunts filled the stagnant air. This was my fate. This would be my existence day in, day out, for the rest of my life. What would they do with me when I was no longer desirable? Would I turn into that woman from the cafe?

A cop came out of one of the stalls and looked me over. I gasped and froze. Liam looked back at me and laughed, "Relax, the cops come here all the time. They get you girls for free. Hey, Officer Scott, how are ya? I'd shake yer hand but I just fed this little wench one of my candy apples."

Officer Scott looked me over and laughed. "God damn cum whores, man. I wish I'd known you'd be bringin' this one out, I'da dumped my load in 'er instead."

"Well, she's not quite cleared yet. We should know by this evenin' whether she's a keeper. But I tell you, she has got one nice, hot, juicy pussy. The doc's expeditin' the tests."

"Glad to hear it." Officer Scott crouched down and looked me in the eye and said, "I'm gonna cum deep in that cunt a yours, slut." Then he stood up and said to Liam, "Y'all have a good day. Keep that bitch in line, she's got fire in her eyes."

I did have fire in my eyes, but it was because my tears were burning them, and as Officer Scott walked away they started dropping onto the dry soil beneath me. Liam's shadow loomed over me and he said, "You finally broke, huh. I was wonderin' when that'd happen."

He pulled me to my feet and I saw my legs were caked with dirt, my knees were scraped and bleeding, and the palms of my hands dirty and red. I wept uncontrollably, shamelessly, and he scooped my filthy, used body up. His hands grabbed my ass as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, buried my face in his neck, and screamed. I could barely breathe. I clung to him even though I didn't want to, because I couldn't do anything else.

"Shh...calm down. We'll get you cleaned up and you can rest. You did good," he said with some alien tenderness in his voice.

"Am I supposed to be ha- happy about that?" I cried.

"You've got a choice: you can either be here and be miserable about not wantin' ta be here, or you can be here and be happy about wantin' ta be here."

"But I don't wanna be here! Is that what you tell all the women here? To lie to themselves?"

"No. We tell them just what I told you."

I couldn't even wrap my head around it. So these girls weren't here of their own free will like Missy had said? I was so confused. But my confusion was drowned out by hopelessness.

He carried me away and back into the house, up the stairs, and into a large communal bathroom, which was luckily empty. I didn't even want my fellow whores to see me like this.

He set me down on my feet and I stood there crying uselessly as he turned on a shower. He took my hand gently and walked me over to the open stall.

"Get in. I'll follow ya."

My head was swimming under the water that cascaded through my hair and down my aching body. I thought about inhaling it and drowning myself as I stared at the black and white tiled wall in front of me. And then I felt Liam's naked body press against mine, and a soapy washcloth was being massaged over my breasts. He dragged it down my belly, and in between my legs where he lingered, slowly scrubbing the wet terrycloth against my ass and my pussy. He turned me around to face him and crouched down. I watched him through my bleary eyes as he washed my legs. He kissed the scrapes on my knees. He gently picked one leg up, then the other, and washed my feet. I was so confused by the kisses to my knees that I was almost numb to the ticklishness of the washcloth as he scrubbed my feet.

"Do you like this?" he asked as he put more soap on the washcloth and continued bathing me.

"Um...I dunno. Why does it matter?"

"It matters to me."

What the fuck? I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. He'd dropped the washcloth, put his hands on my waist, and had started kissing my belly.

"You're fucking crazy! You can't!" I breathed as his tongue meandered its way down to my pussy.

"Sh . . . I wanna taste you so bad. Oh god, Vivienne!"

He pushed me against the wall and plunged his tongue between my legs. He murmured, "You're so fucking wet, tell me you like this. Tell me you wanna be here right now. I know you do."

"You're not- you're- cameras!" I managed to spit out as he licked and sucked at my clit. He shoved two fingers inside me and fingered me hard.

"Fuck the cameras, Vivienne. I wanna make that sweet, delicious pussy cum."

He continued his ministrations inside me and against my throbbing clit. My mind swirled like the water that was going down the drain. I grabbed a fistful of his long blond hair and came violently, bracing myself with my other hand against the slippery wall as I watched him drink the cum from my squirting pussy like it was a fountain.

"Oh! Oh god! Fuck me!" I groaned, though it was not a request. At least, I don't think it was. I don't really know what was going on in my head.

But he stood up, spun me around, and drove himself inside me, my pussy still pulsating from my orgasm. I gasped and yelped as he fucked me hard. He grabbed onto my breasts and squeezed them, kissed and bit my neck, and growled, "Tell me you wanna be here."

"I- I- ungh! Sir!" I sobbed.

"You gonna cum all over my dick? Tell me you wanna be here 'n I'll let ya. Tell me you wanna be here, Vivienne."

"Please!"

He pulled my hair and smacked my face. "Do you wanna get punished again? Tell me you wanna be here."

"I- oh! Oh god!"

He grabbed my jaw. "Say it."

"I wanna- I wanna be here!"

"Cum, you fucking whore."

I came again, hard enough to push him out of me, but he drove himself right back in and gripped my waist firmly as I shuddered against him.

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna cum inside you now."

"Noo! Please, Sir!" I pleaded.

"Don't be ungrateful, slut. I know you're gonna like it."

My cunt was being filled with his hot, viscous fluid and I could feel his cock throbbing and pumping it inside me. I was beside myself with how good it felt, and another orgasm crashed over me rapidly. I screamed and moaned as my release squirted out of me, and I was tethered between satisfaction and shame. He held my quivering body steady as I came down and caught my breath, and pulled out slowly, his cum trickling after.

He turned off the water and made me get on my knees to clean him off. I licked our fluids off of him thoroughly as I looked up at him. He was smiling, petting my hair, cooing, "Good girl."

I took his cock into my mouth to suck the rest of our cum off him. He pulled me to my feet and asked, "Did you like it?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Will you behave at dinner tonight?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And will you tell everyone you want to be here like they do?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Let me get you a towel."

He retrieved a towel and started drying me off, careful to avoid my cum-dripping cunt. He made me keep that. I asked, "Sir, won't you get in trouble?"

Liam laughed, "Nope. If you're dirty, you're mine outright."

I was stunned, half-flattered, and half-terrified that he would risk an STD - any possible STD - just to claim me. I knew I was clean, but he had no idea.

He added, "Don't worry. I don't do this with all the girls. You're special."

I was confused but I just smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir."

He finished drying himself off, put his clothes back on, and walked me to my room. As we parted he kissed me gently on the forehead and said, "We'll see ya later."

I walked into my room, didn't bother to close the door, and laid down on my bed. Some of his cum had reached my thighs and without a second thought I reached down, scooped some up, and sucked it off my fingers. I liked the way he tasted.

The bell for dinner rang and this time I was ready, albeit nervous. Mindy came into my room as I put on a red, lacy négligé and we walked down to the dining hall together. I didn't dare bring up Liam.

As we sat down to eat, I ignored the woman from the cafe - even as she walked by me and hissed that I was a dirty whore. When Mindy quietly asked about my being abducted, I ignored the concern in her eyes. I took a bite of my food and simply said, "I wasn't. I want to be here."