Bad Carrie
Carrie had seemed to find trouble each time she turned around this week. Carrie was a slave to a loving, yet stern Master named Sir WT. WT had been Carrie's Master for two years. Normally Carrie felt she pleased Master WT, but this week it seemed different. Each time she turned around he found something she did wrong or forgot. Carrie worked very hard today to be sure all things were correctly done today. She sure hoped she had accomplished this, because Master WT had told her last night, "Girl, many more mess-ups and Master is going to have to trade you in on a new slave". He then smiled that evil grin of his. Carrie was almost positive he was just teasing her. "Almost" was the word, though, that made her stomach ache and her heart beat a little faster.
Carrie heard Master's car pull in the drive. She kneeled in front of the door naked, as she was to be. Her eyes took one last look around the room to see that all was in its place. WT walked in the door. He sat down his brief case and reached for the leash he kept hanging on the hook by the door. He bent over and attached the leash to her collar saying, "Come girl." Carrie followed crawling behind Him. He walked slowly looking around, checking under the sofa to be sure she had not forgotten to vacuum. He ran his fingers over the coffee table and end tables to be sure there was no dust. He pulled on the leash letting her know to follow as He went into the kitchen. He inspected the kitchen closely. Carrie was going over her list of chores in her mind hoping she remembered them all. All seemed to be going ok. He walked on to the bedroom with Carrie crawling behind. He took a quarter out of his pocket, as he usually did, and flipped the quarter on the bed. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief when it bounced. He pulled on her leash again guiding her to the bathroom; this room again seemed to pass his approval. Then he looked in the area where the cat liter box was kept. She felt the grip tighten up on her leash.
"What is this?" he asked pulling her over to look at the box.
"I cleaned it, Master… honest. Kitty must have used it Master… honest."
WT kept his firm grip on her leash. "I don't think so, girl. This looks like it has not been cleaned in days."
"No Master. It is not that bad, just this one spot."
"Now you are questioning my judgment girl, on top of not doing as you should?"
"No, Master."
"Yes, you are girl." He pulled her almost dragging her to the bedroom and made her crawl up on the bed.
Carrie was so scared. What might be going to be her punishment? She sat very still while he tied the leash to the bedpost. He walked to the living room. Carrie was hoping He was in there to settle down before spanking her. She could hear him on the phone but could not make out what he was saying. She heard him hang up the phone and go out the door. She wondered where he had gone but could only sit there and ponder her fate.
WT walked back in the bedroom. He went to the closet pulled out a short housedress and threw it to Carrie ordering, "Put this on girl. We are going on a little trip." He disconnected her leash so she could put on the dress. She started putting her shoes on. "You wont need those, girl," he said as he snapped the leash back on and pushed her to the floor, motioning her to follow. He led her to the car and opened the door telling her to get inside. WT told her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back. He put the cuffs on tightly. He pushed her back in the seat and cuffed her ankles together, then placed the blindfold on her. "You don't need to see where you are going. Not likely you will be coming back."
Carrie froze. Did he say what she thought he did? "Master, what do you mean 'not likely I will be back'?"
Without answering her, he placed the ball gag in her mouth and strapped it in tightly. Then he got in the car and started to pull out of the driveway. Finally, he answered Carrie's question, "Well, Carrie, my girl, it seems you must be unhappy being my slave because you keep messing up. So Master has decided to let you go."
Carrie begged frantically behind the gag and the fear in her eyes could not be matched even by the most terrified victim in a horror movie. Her mind raced. Oh my god! Was he serious? No! He had to be joking! She prayed to god, "please, don't let him mean it."
His loud firm voice scared her back from her praying. "I hate that you are making me do this, girl. But it will be for the best," His firm voice made Carrie more scared. Normally he was an even-toned person, never letting anything make him raise his voice.
The drive seemed to go on forever to Carrie. WT would speak from time to time. His words only brought more tears to Carrie's eyes. He would only say, " I sure am going to miss you girl, I only hope a kind Master finds you and not a mean one." Carrie wished so bad she could just be ungagged for five minutes to beg for mercy from her Master. Instead she could only cry behind the blindfold and pray to God her Master would change his mind or that this was just a scare tactic.
Eventually, she felt the car stop. She heard WT get out of the car. He seemed to be unloading the truck of the car. This only puzzled Carrie more. As WT opened Carrie's door he commanded, "Bend forward girl"
Carrie did as she was told and WT removed her cuffs. In the blindness she tried to reach out to grab onto him, but he seemed to have anticipated this and had positioned himself where she could not. He took off the ankle cuffs. He pulled on her leash, saying "Crawl and follow, girl."
Carrie dropped to the ground and started crawling behind him. She could feel the cold ground and twigs biting her hands and knees. She knew she was in a wooded place. He tugged her leash and pulled her up, making her stand. He led her a few more feet and pushed her down onto her ass. She could feel her back against something. The cold roughness told her it was a tree. She felt rope go around her breast and be tightened. Then her arms were being pulled behind and roped tightly. When she was secured, he took the blindfold off of her.
It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. When they did, she saw that they were in the woods. WT's car lights were shining on the area they were in. "Now, sit and watch girl while Master digs your new temporary home. I am sure you wont have to stay here long."
"This is a common biker route and someone will find you soon," he continued.
Wordlessly WT walked over and started digging a hole. Carrie watched in total fear, her mind wondering if he really would do this. Yet he had done many things already tonight that she had never thought he would do. She wished she knew how to stop this how to get back in the good graces of her Master.
When he had the hole dug, he picked up some plastic and turned to Carrie saying, "This should be thick enough to keep any of the underground creatures from eating through to you too quickly."
"Anyway, like I said, little one, I am sure you won't be here long enough to be bitten or eaten up to badly."
Untying Carrie, he pulled her leash for her to follow him, but Carrie's mind was too far gone from the fear. He had to drag her to the hole. Then he forced her down into the hole, on her knees. She kept trying to get up, but he placed his boot on her shoulder, holding her in place, and started to fill the hole. Carrie was crying and screaming under her gag. He got the hole filled such that all that was left of Carrie's body to be seen was her neck and head.
He bent forward, kissed Carrie on the forehead as he placed the blindfold back on her. "Good bye slave girl, I am sorry I could not be the Master you needed."
Carrie heard him walking away, the car door closing and driving off. From fear, exhaustion, or both, she pasted out.
To be continued…
Bad Carrie - Part 2 by MyLordsAngel When Carrie came to, hearing a car pull up, she thought to herself. "Yes. Yes. Master has come back to get his girl." She heard voices but none sounded like her Master. The voices got closer. She could not believe what she was hearing. "Wow lookee there, Bob. There she is, just like that man back at the gas station said... all buried just for the harvesting. You know Mama always say, 'don't leave your food in the ground to long when it there ready.' C'mon Bob, can we take 'er home?" "Relax now there, Ted. We might justa do that, but we gotta make sure this ain't one of them their traps. Seems odd to me, that man back there just tell all of us where this women be all buried. She do sure 'nough look harmless." Carrie's mind races... {Who was these men and why did they sound so different? What did they mean about a man telling everyone about her? Would her Master really do this to her?} She felt someone touching her face. The hands seemed rough and dry. Teds voice continued, "She sure have soft skin, Bob. We best be deciding what we gonna do with her before some of them there others come to see if she really here, Bob. You know, Mama always say, 'if a Man wait to long, someone else be getting his reward.'" The other voice... Bobs voice replied, "Ok. You right Ted. Get them there shovels out of the truck and let's dig up this little reward." Ted went to the truck and got two shovels and Him and Bob started to dig up Carrie. Carrie was afraid, as stupid as these two men sounded, they might cut her trying to dig her out of the ground. She tried to be as still as her scared body would allow. She could feel the dirt around her getting looser. Then she felt a hand under her arm and someone pulling her. When they got her pulled up, part of her wondered if staying there to die would not have been better than being discovered by these dumb sounding hillbillies. Carries tries to struggle free of the man who pulled her out of the whole. "Wow, she's a strong one. Ya better go get that there rope out of the truck, Ted." Bob holds on to her while Ted runs to the truck for the rope. He grabs her other arm and pulls it behind her to meet the other one. Ted cautions, "Make sure you tie that prize tight there, Bob. Ya know what Mama say, 'Ya gotta tie ye animals tight or they get away from ye.'" Bob finished up the job by tying her wrists and elbows tightly together behind carrie's back. "Wow! Looks like we got us a nice young sexy reward here, Bob," Ted said when they had her finally subdued. "Oh, Stop lusting after her... be time enough for that later. Now c'mon, lets get her in the truck before someone else be coming by," Bob said to his brother. Bob picked up Carrie and threw her over his back, took her to the truck and put her in the back. Carrie felt something go over her and realized they were covering her up. He commented offhand to Carrie, "Don't want anyone a seeing our prize. You won't be back here long girlie, In no time you be home all nice and warm in our cabin. You just be quiet there, girlie, and enjoy the ride" Then the truck started moving. Carrie could feel every bump and rut in the road as the truck seemed to take roads and trails that hadn't seen any use in ages. It seemed forever before Carrie felt the truck come to a stop. Then she felt the cover being removed and her being thrown over someone's shoulder again. She knew their names now, but still had no way of knowing which was carrying her or where they might be. Carrie felt herself tossed down on what she thought must be a sofa because it was soft. Bob took off the blindfold that Carrie was wearing. Carrie's squinted at them as her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the light. Then she saw the man in front of her. He looked like something off the Beverly Hillbillies show... All dirty looking and in a pair of overalls that looked like he might not have changed them in weeks. "Hi, girl. My name's Bob. This here's my brother Ted. Bet you sure glad we came along and got you out of that there ground. Now don't you worry none, girl, cuz we gonna take good care of you." Bob looked over at his brother, "Aww... look at that, Ted. Her dress is all dirty, hand me them there scissors over yonder." Bob took the scissors and started to cut away Carrie's dress. Carrie wished she was back in the ground. He got the dress cut off and yanked it out from under her. "Boy oh Boy! Look at those jugs on her, Bob. They bigger than old Bessie the cow's." "Bet they'll be a lot more fun to suck on to, Ted," Bob said reaching over and feeling one of Carrie's breasts. He moved his hand slowly all over it, stopping at the nipple and giving it a quick pull. He moved his hand down Carrie's body. When he got to her thighs he pushed them apart. "Oh my God! Lookee here, Ted. Her pussy is all bare," exclaimed Bob. Ted came closer to get a better look. "Oh my! She must be a slut. Mama always said, 'only sluts and whores had their pussy bare so men could see all inside.'" Bob pulled Carrie down more on the sofa so they could get a better look at her pussy. He took his fingers and rubbed across her outer lips. It felt as smooth as a baby's bottom. He said as he started to open her pussy lips, "Wow... she is a slut! Look how wet she is, Ted." Ted looked and then took one of his fingers and slid it down her wet slit. He tasted his finger. 'MMM'MMMM... she sure taste sweeter than ol' Bessie's wet pussy taste," he said. Carrie could not believe these two men. They were comparing her pussy to what she thought must be their cow. She had to wonder what they'd been doing with a cow. She also hated her pussy for betraying her and being so wet. {why had Master trained her so well to become soaking wet at just a touch to her pussy?} She felt Bob pushing his finger inside her pussy hole. "She sure feel nice and warm in here, Ted. I bet she would feel great all wrapped around my big cock." Turning to Carrie, "Would you like that girlie? sure you would... sluts love big cocks inside them. Mama always say, 'sluts don't care what is fucking 'em as long as something is inside their dirty pussies.'" Bob continued, "Now girl, I am going to take that thing out of your mouth so's you can be polite and answer me when I talk. Don't worry about screaming... is no one for miles and miles to hear you, girl." He reached up and unbuckled the gag. Carrie's mouth was so dry, she was not sure she could talk. She felt, though, she had to try. "Please, Bob. Please just take me home... I know my Master has to be looking for me... please just take me home... this has been a big misunderstanding," Carrie pleaded. Bob looked at her and said. "Your Master? oh... You must mean that nice man back at the gas station. He don't want you home, girl... he told anyone who would listen 'bout his slave who was buried. He say she was free to anyone who wanted take on his troubles. He say you a bad girl. But that is ok. Ted and me Know how to take care of bad girls. Mama always say, 'spare the rod and the child would be bad.' I be a thinking, same would go for a bad girl slave. Ted and me sure we can whip ye right into shape." Carrie could not think what to say to this man. Her mind was racing and her bladder was so full. She decided to take care of one problem at a time. She looked to Bob and tried to use her sweetest, most submissive voice. She thought maybe her manners would get her somewhere with these stupid hillbillies. she said softly, "Sir Bob, may this girl please be let up to go pee? she has not got to pee since leaving home." Bob looked to Ted; "What ya think brother? Should be let the girl go pee?" Ted said, "Well Bob, You remember what Mama always say, 'Don't get nothin' in this world for free.' So we gotta make her pay us something for the privilege." Bob laughed, "well, not like she got any pockets to have money in to pay us. Guess we'll have to find another way for her to pay us. Any ideas brother?" "Well, since I first looked at that body of her's, my cock been all hard and needing to empty it's seed. And You remember what Mama say, 'better to empty your seed in belly of a whore than on the ground.' Maybe she might be good at sucking on a man's cock, so she can get some seeds in that there belly o' hers" Ted said as he rubbed his hard cock through his overalls. Bob Grinned and looked at Carrie. "You any good at sucking cock, girlie girl?" He did not wait for her to answer, he just grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees. He kept his hand in her hair and pulled her over to Ted who now was setting in a big chair with his overalls down to his knees and his cock in hand. "Now suck, girl." Carrie was so devastated. How could this be happening to her? Just hours ago she was the slave of an important, rich Master and living in a nice home... Now here she was in this hillbilly hell, on a dirty floor, about to fellate a crazy man who probably hadn't ever had any sex (except with that dam cow of his, Bessie.) Carrie moved her head between Ted's legs. The smell was so bad, she knew this man must not have ever seen soap & water. She thought, {oh my god! How will I ever do this?} She must have been hesitating because Ted grabbed her hair and pulled very hard. "Suck girl!" Carrie opened her mouth and placed her lips over his cock. The taste was so bad. She started to take more of his cock in her mouth, being sure to make a lot of saliva... thinking maybe, at least, this would help get some of the dirt off. She also thought, maybe the harder she sucked with it wet, she could suck down to a normal taste. She was trying her best, though gagging from time to time. Not just from the smell and the taste, but because cock was huge. She sniggered to herself, {yeah, I have heard idiots are blessed.} She kept sucking while Ted began to pull her hair more and more. He then held onto her hair and started pumping his cock into her mouth. She was praying he would cum soon. She thought she would puke any minute... what could be worse? She found out, because as Ted was fucking her mouth as hard as he could with his dirty cock, she felt Bob grabbing her waist and pulling her up ass up, parting her knees. He laughed, "can't have brother being the only one who gets to put some seed in there." She was now up on her knees with her ass high, Ted's cock fucking her mouth and Bob doing as he wished with her backside. Bob held her by her waist and slammed his large dirty cock into her pussy as hard as he could. Bob was slamming into her pussy as Ted fucked her mouth. They seemed to keep in time with each other. Ted held her head down deep on his cock causing her not to be able to breathe as he shoot his hot large load of cum into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow. Tears was running down her face. Not just from what was being done to her, but from the feelings she was getting in her pussy... those feeling that say, "oh god! I have to cum." She cursed herself for becoming such a well-trained slut for her Master, who had now thrown her away. As she made sure to suck Ted clean, she felt Bob shoot a hot load of cum deep inside her pussy. He moved beside his brother and commanded Carrie to lick his cock clean; Which she did. Carrie was still cursing to herself for the hungry feelings of needing to cum being so strong in her. When she was done licking Bobs cock off, he dragged her up off the floor by her hair and said to Ted, "We need to add a leash to this girl collar." Carrie remembered then that she still had on Master's collar. At least a small part of him was here with her, while she lived in this hell, she thought to herself. Ted pulled his clothes up and went to the kitchen and returned with a large dog chain. "Here this should work." Bob snapped it to her collar. It was very heavy... nothing like the nice leash her Master had once held. Bob got dressed and pulling on the leash said, "C'mon girl, lets take that cunt of yours to pee." Bob lead Carrie out behind the cabin with Ted following them. He stopped in front of a small dilapidated building. When he opened the door, the smell that came from the place caused Carrie to wretch and almost vomit. "What You waiting on, girl? Go in." "In there? You have to be kidding," Carrie countered. "Naw, I'm not kiddin'. We just got this nice outhouse. Before that we had to use buckets inside and then bury 'em." Both men laughed as Carrie slowly walked in and made herself sit down on the wooden seat. They moved closer to watch. She felt so humiliated. But considered the fight to make them not watch, unworthwhile. After she peed, she looked to Bob, "Please undo my hands so I can wipe, Sir." He laughed again, "Wipe on what, girl? You don't think we going to waste our good newspaper to wipe your pissy cunt, do You?" Carrie pleaded, "please... I must wipe. please." "Oh! shut up, girl!" Bob said as he pulled her leash hard. "Stand up... c'mon." Carrie stood, not wanting to be pulled down on the floor of this filthy place." He walked her back to the cabin and she was crying. "What is wrong with You, girl?" Ted asked her. Carrie said through her sobbing, "I just feel so dirty and need to wipe. I did as you all wanted... at least you could have let me wipe myself." Ted looked at Bob, "she is right in a way, Bob. We do need to keep her clean. You know what Mama say, 'cunts should be clean.'" Carrie thought, {Mama must not say nothin' about keeping cocks clean.} Bob answered Ted, "Ok. I got an idea." He pulled Carrie's to another room of the cabin. It must've been the bedroom, and it was so dirty Carrie did not know how anyone slept there. In the corner was a big black mangy dog. Bob called out, "hey, Rex! Daddy got a surprise for You." Coming into the room, Ted asked, "What you gonna do, Bob?" "well, she wants clean and old Rex here not had any pussy in a long time. So... I think we'll let him lick her clean. But we need to flavor it for Him. You know what Mama say, 'Food needs seasoning to really be good.' Run and get some bacon grease out of the grease can." Ted left the room and Bob pushed Carrie down on the floor and untied her hands and elbows. "Thank god! Thought Carrie. But, it didn't last long. "Now lay down, girl! on your back." Carrie did as she was told, knowing there was no escape from this hell. Bob went to the dresser and opened a drawer and got out some more rope. When he came back, he pulled Carrie's legs apart and roped her right wrist to her right ankle, tying the free end around the dresser leg. Then he roped her other wrist and ankle to the leg of the bed. This left Carrie spread wide open. Carrie started to reconsider her need to have wiped her pussy after peeing. Ted came back in the room with an old coffee can. He handed it to Bob who dipped his fingers into it and then spread the grease all over Carrie's pussy, inside and out. "There. That should do. We don't want to make Rexx bite her much" he said to Ted. "Now, get Rexx." Ted went and unhooked Rexx, leading him over to Carrie's spread form. Bob moved and let Rexx sniff at Carrie's pussy. Rexx wasted no time starting to lick at her pussy. He acted like he hadn't been fed in days. He licked and nibbled at her nether lips and pushed his tongue inside to get all the grease out. Carrie's mind was racing a 1000 miles a minute. But the worst thing was her clit. It was swelling and stiffening... that need to cum was back again. Rexx kept licking her hot sticky pussy and with each lick her desire to cum grew more intense and her sheer humiliation was making her orgasm build to monumental intensity. Bob and Ted watched excitedly as Rexx ate Carrie's pussy out. Bob remarked, "Oh man!!! Look at that slut! She has a glazed over look in her eyes. The same one you get before you cum in ol' Bessie. I bet she must really like this." They both laughed and Ted said "Maybe the slut needs to cum. Is that true slut? You wanna cum?" Carrie could hold back no more and yelled out, "Yessssss! Please God!! Yesssssss!" Ted replied, "Then cum bitch. Cum for our nice family dog. Cum so he can have more to eat." Carrie was so lost. For a moment she forgot that she was in hillbilly hell, as she felt herself cumming so hard... Rexx licking even harder. Carrie's mind drifted back as she felt the dog being pulled away. Bob said, "Now you sleep, girlie. We have lots to show you t'morrow. We can't wait for you to meet our stallion, Trigger. He'll just love You." Then he rubbed more grease on Carrie's pussy saying, "Just in case ol' Rexx gets hungry later." Bob covered Carrie up with a dirty smelling blanket and turned off the lights as he and Ted left the room. Carrie laid in the darkness, hoping Rexx did not get hungry again. But as she thought about this, her pussy tingled. "oh my God! What is wrong with me? Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and this will just have been a hillbilly nightmare..." More to come soon... Just a nightmare? Or is Carrie really in Hillbilly Hell? Stay tuned to find out.
Bad Carrie
Chapter 3
by My Lord's Angel
disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.
Carrie woke up feeling a hot liquid hitting her breast. She looked up to see Bob standing over her with his cock out -- peeing on her. She screamed, “Stop It!”
“Oh shut up, girlie. Ted's in the outhouse and I need to piss. Figured a dirty slut like you would not mind some nice piss.”
Carrie turned her head so that the pee would not hit her face, but Bob moved so that the pee was hitting her hair. She thought, 'oh God! This was not a nightmare. I am really here.'
She tried to wiggle to stop the pee from hitting her so much.
Bob yelled. "Look what you have done, girl! Now I got pee on the floor. You will have to clean that up." He reached down and untied her arms, grabbed her by her wet hair and pulled her to a setting position. "Now lick that pee up, girl.”
Carrie looked at him and said, “No way in Hell.”
He slapped her really hard and then took his hand and pushed her face down to the floor.
“Lick it up, bitch, and when done I will have to punish you for cursing. Mama always say
‘a girl should never curse'.”
Carrie licked at the pee spot on the dirty floor. She had no choice; Bob was holding her head down to the floor. She did not know which was worse, the pee or the dirt from the floor she knew must not have been cleaned in years.
Bob pulled her back up by the hair. He freed her legs. "On all fours, bitch."
Carrie complied. And he took her hair in his hand to lead her by, and made her follow him out of the bedroom on her hands and knees.
When they got to the kitchen Ted was sitting at the table. He said “Good. You got the bitch up. I need coffee. Go make us coffee, girlie.”
Bob let her hair lose and she stood .Her legs hurt, but she went to the kitchen and started looking for things with which to prepare coffee. They had running water! So, why did they not have a bathroom and why were the dishes and the house so dirty? She decided she would best to just keep her mouth shut. She prepared a percolator with grounds she found on the pantry shelf. She washed two cups and mused at the situation. And by now the coffee was ready. She poured them two cups and asked the men what they wished in their coffee.
“Black, girlie, for us both,“ Ted said.
Carrie took the coffee to the table where they both were sitting now. She put it on the table and stood back to see what would happen next.
Ted took a sip and as he did said, “Back in your spot on the floor -- like the dog you are, bitch.”
Carrie kneeled down on the floor in the spot she figured he meant.
Ted then said, “But, no need to keep you there doing nothing, move under the table, girl, and suck my cock. It will help me wake up."
Carrie did not move. She just knew she could not keep this up. She remembered last night and this had to end somewhere, she thought. She looked up at Ted and said, “No, I am not your slave. I will not keep doing as you tell me to. I want to go home. Do you dumb-ass hillbillies not understand anything?"
Bob was the first one to move. He got up as he was removing his belt. He grabbed carrie's arms so fast, she did not know what happened. He bent them behind her back and pushed her face down onto the table. Ted was on the other side of the table, and he took hold of her arms and held them tight, keeping her from moving.
She felt the belt hit her ass -- hard. Over and over Bob whipped her ass... legs... back... anywhere the belt might land. She was screaming. Her Master had whipped her before. But he knew how to whip. She feared this dumb ass was going to damage her. Her Master always said that he would hurt her but never harm her. She was sure these men knew nothing of that rule.
Bob kept whipping her for quite awhile. When he stopped, Ted did not let her go. She heard Bob walking around behind her. She kicked trying to get lose.
Ted said to Bob, “Bob, go get some rope while that thing heats up." He gestured at something that Carrie could not see.
Carrie wondered what he was talking about. She turned her head. Still she could not see anything on the stove. She tried again to pull free.
Bob returned with the rope. With it he tied her legs to the table and handed Ted some.
Ted tied her arms together and then ran the rope to the table legs. This left Carrie splayed open on the table. Then he got up and went behind carrie. “Wow, Bob. You sure done a good job with that belt! Nice lovely marks all over this bitch's backside.” he said as he ran his rough hands over the marks.
“Move! This is Hot!," she heard Bob say to Ted. Less than a moment later she felt something hot across her ass. Bob was spanking her ass! Worse, what ever he was using felt like hot metal!
He spanked her ass till the metal cooled down. Her ass hurt so badly by now, she was just laying her head on the table crying uncontrollably.
Bob walked around the table. He pulled her up by her hair. “Look at me, bitch.” He was waving a metal spatula in front of her face saying, “The rules in this house is, you will do as you are told when you are told, or you will be punished and each time it will be worse. Do you understand?”
Carrie could only nod her head. Her voice felt gone from all the screaming she had done and her will to speak was gone also.
He hit her across the face with the spatula. It was cool but it still hurt like hell.
“Answer me, bitch!”
Carrie let out a low, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
Bob put down the spatula and then said, “Now for tellin' me 'no' this morning, and cursing, I think we should just get that punishment over now also, girlie. Mama always say 'start the day out right.'" He walked to the kitchen and got a glass.
Carrie watched as he pulled out his cock and pissed into the glass. Bringing the glass over and placing it at Carrie's lips. he said, "Should be soap to wash out your mouth properly, but not wasting good soap on a slut like you! This pee will have to do."
Carrie would not open her mouth.
Ted had been watching and he came up behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He then pinched her nose closed causing her to have to open her mouth in order to get a breath. When she did, Bob poured the pee into her mouth. Ted did not let go and she had no choice but to swallow when bob closed his hand over her mouth.
They left her tied up like that and took their coffee and headed toward the door.
“Don't you go anywhere there, girlie. Me 'n Bob just going to go make sure trigger is awake and ready for your visit," Ted said laughing, as they went out the door.
Carrie was feeling she would throw up at any minute. Her mind raced with fear as her heart ached with desire to be back home. Worse of all for her mind, though, was how wet she felt her pussy becoming from this kind of treatment. She cursed herself and then cursed her Master for making her such a slut.
Ted came back after what seemed like forever. You sure look good all tied up there, girlie.” he said as he came over and reached between Carrie's legs. “Wow! You sure are a wet little slut."
He pushed three fingers inside her and moved them around, making Carrie's pussy even wetter. He reached around with his other hand and pinched and pulled on one of Carrie's nipples. He started fingering Carrie's pussy very hard with three fingers. She could not help but wiggle around. "You sure seem to be a slut... for sure." He said to her. "I wonder just how many fingers I could get in this slick little pussy." He then pushed in a fourth finger.
Carrie's started to cry out in pain. He was slamming his fingers in and out of her. "You will thank me for this, girlie, when Trigger is fucking you. You will thank me for loosening up this cunt hole."
Carrie was about to cum just as Ted stopped.. Carrie wondered... how would a dumb hillbilly know that she was about to cum? Some part of her mind wanted to beg him not to stop.
He brought his fingers to her mouth as he commanded, "Here. Clean up your mess, Slut."
Carrie started to link his fingers clean when Bob walked in the door. "Hey, Ted. What is taking so long?”
"The slut here was dripping on the floor and I wanted to see just HOW wet she was."
Bob looked down at the floor and noticed there was a big wet spot. He pushed Ted out of the way and untied Carrie. "Now get down there and clean up that mess, slut."
Carrie got on her knees and reached for a cloth on the table.
Bob grabbed it from her and laughed, "Are you that dumb, bitch? Not with a cloth... with that dirty mouth of yours."
Carrie gave in and bent down and began licking up her own pussy juices from the dirty nasty floor. As she was finishing up, she felt someone grabbing her hair. Then heard Bob's voice saying, "Come on bitch, crawl."
He held her by the hair and she crawled behind him. He lead her out the door all the way to the outhouse. “I thought you might need to pee, girlie, before we introduce you to Trigger."
Carrie went inside and did not even try to close the door this time. She was peeing and thinking... I will be sure not to ask to wipe this time. But her body betrayed her and she felt the need to evacuate. She hated how her body was doing her. Now she thought, what will I do? I can't ask to wipe.
Bob and Ted were standing outside the outhouse door talking... not seeming to be paying any attention to Carrie.
Carrie decided she would have to give in and ask for something to wipe with. She figured on trying to be nice and hoping it would help her. “Sir Bob, this girl has had to do more than pee. Could you please honor her with something to wipe with?"
Bob laughed, "You want me to get Rex, girlie?"
"NO Sir! NO! Please, not that, Sir!"
"Then I guess you'll just stay as you are, girlie. I'm sure Trigger wont mind. Now come on... let's go."
Carrie decided not to push this subject.
Bob lead her to the barn by the hair. It was a old run-down barn -- large -- smellie -- dirty. She noticed a rope hanging down from the rafters. And over on the wall, there was horse tack hanging on nails. She recognized some of the stuff from her Master's toy bag there. There was some kind of animal dung laying in heaps in what looked like the remains of stalls.
"Before you meet Trigger, I think you need some learnin', girlie," Bob said as he pulled Carrie over to a spot in the center of the barn, "Now, stand up."
She stood up and tried to brush the straw from her knees and hands. He told her to put her hands up in the air . When she did, Bob grabbed the rope that was hanging from the rafters and tied Carrie's hands very tightly. Then he took some rope off the rail and tied her ankles together. He walked over to the wall and started turning a crank and Carrie felt herself being lifted up off the ground. Her feet was no longer touching the floor of the barn!
"Ted, hand me that crop we use to train old trigger with," Bob said as he come back to Carrie's side.
Ted handed Bob a crop and Bob said, "Oh yes, Mama would be so proud of us. You know what she always say. 'spare the rod... spoil the child.' We don't want a spoiled lil cunt on our hands."
Bob started lightly hitting Carrie's legs with the crop. He moved the strikes slowly up to her cunt, where his hits got harder. He then moved around to her ass. "Now, girlie, count as Uncle Bob gives you your hits of training and be sure to thank me."
Carrie wanted to run, hide, or just die. This was all to much for her. How could she be in this place with these dumb-ass hillbillies?
She came back to reality when she felt the first hit. She said, "One... thank You."
Bob said, "Nope. This one don't count. 'one... Thank you, Uncle Bob Sir, is what you should have said. Remember what Mama always say... 'no excuse for bad manners.' So, let's do this again."
Carrie got the hang of it this time. and with each hit she said the number and 'thank You uncle Bob Sir.'
After the twenty-fifth hit, Carrie in tears said, "Twenty-five... Thank you Uncle Bob, Sir.".
Bob said, "Dang, girlie. Now I have to start over. Can't you even count? It is 24, 26."
Carrie corrected, "No. 25 comes after 24."
Bob said, "Now, girlie, are you telling me Mama did not know how to teach me to count? Ted, tell this girl what comes after twenty-four."
"Twentry-six of course, Bob." was Ted's reply.
"Ok. So you are out-voted, girlie. We have to start over." Bob rejoined.
With that Bob hit her harder than all the previous times. And Carrie grunted through clenched teeth, "One. Thank You, Uncle Bob, Sir."
The hits got harder and harder until her whole back was being hit, not just her ass. But Carrie was being good and counting and thanking Him.
At number thirty-four Carrie remembered that these hillbillies had a whole different counting system. So as to outsmart them, when the next hit came Carrie said, "Thirty-six. Thank you, Uncle Bob, Sir."
Bob said, "Dammit, girlie! You really don't know how to count do you? Thirty-five comes after thirty-four. Here Ted, you whip her awhile. We gotta start over again and I need a rest."
Ted came over and took the crop from Bob. Ted's first stroke made Carrie cry out in pain and forget counting. So Ted just hit her again, even harder and Carrie almost forgot again. But she cried, "One. Thank You, Uncle Ted, Sir."
This time when Ted got to thirty-four Carrie almost yelled out, "Thirty-five! Thank You, Uncle Ted, Sir."
Ted walked away and Carrie started thinking... thank God it is over.
She tried relaxing but with the pain she was in and her feet dangling, it was difficult. She closed her eyes and tried to push her mind back to the days of being in her Master's home. She felt a sting on her left breast and her eyes jerked open. Ted had a buggy whip in his hand and was swinging it at her breast.
"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" Carrie yelled out through her tears.
"Now, now, girlie. That is not nice," Ted said as he swung the whip once again. "COUNT, BITCH!"
It hurt so bad Carrie could not find words to count. Ted kept whipping her and speeding up. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, girl. Seems you want it the hard way."
After about twenty hits, Carrie somehow found her voice and croaked out, "One. Thank You, Uncle Ted, Sir."
Bob was standing close by and had his pants down and wanking his cock as Ted whipped the whole front of Carrie's body with the buggy whip. Carrie could feel blood dripping from her breast as she whimpered, "Thirty-six. Thank you, Uncle Ted, Sir."
The whipping stopped for a few minutes and Carrie heard Ted talking.
"Ok. Now you whip her. I want to wank awhile. You not going to have all the fun."
Carrie was thinking how this was so much different than when her Master would whip her. But, she could still feel her sex dripping between her legs, running down her thighs. Am I really a slut? She pondered how her Master had used that word with her often. She was beginning to identify with the term. She shuddered at the thought.
Bob walked over, closing his pants as he went. "Ok. Ok. Give me the thing." Bob walked around behind Carrie and started to whip her back with the buggy whip.
After what seemed like forever, Carrie counted her fiftieth stroke. Then Bob stopped. Carrie thought, maybe neither of them knew how to count past fifty, so might be why it stopped. She had to thank God for dumb hillbillies that did not know how to count.
Her whole body ached and she could feel blood on her.
Bob went to the crank and slowly lowered Carrie down to the ground . He came over and untied her hands and led her over to a big barrel next to a stall. He told her to bend over it. She almost fell from being so weak after the whipping. She was too sore to fight as he dragged her bodily over to it. She was glad he helped her, because she couldn't have managed it alone.
There were stakes in the ground around the barrel. These he then tied her hands and her feet to. She heard his zipper zip. Bob called Ted over to see, "Ted, look at the juices this slut is dripping all over the place." He, ran his hand over the slickness and smeared it over her ass-hole as Ted showed up. "We won't be needing no slick stuff. He he. It's good to go."
She felt him slam his cock into her ass. It hurt like hell with only some pussy juice for lube and she yelled out.
At that moment Ted come around and grabbed her hair and pulled her head up saying, "Here, bitch. Suck on this and stop yelling." With this he pushed his cock at her lips and she was just too exhausted to fight. She opened her mouth. With each thrust into her ass from Bob, Ted would push his cock into her mouth. She sucked harder and harder as Bob fucked her ass harder and harder, hoping this would help get it over with sooner. She hated this. But she hated how wet and horny her pussy was most of all.. She felt Bob slam deep and hard and pump his cum into her at about the same time she felt Ted holding her head and pushing her mouth way down onto his cock and he came deep down her throat in pulsing gouts.
She cleaned off Ted's cock and then Bob was in front of her. "Here. Clean this too , bitch."
Carrie begged, "NOOOO... PLEEEAAAASE NO."
He picked up the buggy whip and Carrie's mouth went directly to his cock, knowing he would use it if she didn't do as ordered. And as her body was already laden with many sore welts, weals, and stripes, she obeyed.
When he was all clean, he looked at Ted and said, "Ok Now go get Trigger. Is time for him to have some fun."
to be continued...
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