When Kelly wasn't distracted by her much larger breasts bouncing around, she felt Kimberly's fear and worry growing. Maybe, she was finally starting to wise up and second-guess her trust in Ethan. Or, maybe, she was starting to get cold feet from the risk of getting caught. Too late now, was all Kelly could think.
Why isn't she concerned that her clothes are locked away in the tack room? Kelly was starting to feel like she was watching one of those horror movies where the characters keep doing so many stupid things that you know it's only a matter of time before the serial killer gets them, except that she was sharing a body with one of those characters this time.
Kimberly hurried her steps to get away from the open doors as fast as possible. Even if they had been closed, the main stable was risky. When guests start to arrive, the drivers would normally keep their carriages at the ready in front of the house, but someone could need any number of things from the stable.
Ethan was supposed to set everything up in a horse stall that would be screened with a blanket over the barred window. Blankets were used all the time with nervous horses so no one would think twice about it. They had even discussed locking themselves in with a padlock.
Given the danger, Kimberly assumed Ethan would rush her into a nearby stall. Instead, he kept leading her right down the middle of the stable towards the farrier's station at the other end. What is he doing? She was already worried enough about this...equipment...they were going to use--she had yet to see it. With each step, her worries were growing closer and closer to an outright panic, but at least they were getting away from the open doors.
There was a fire in the farrier's ironworking stove. Is Calwell here? Maybe he just left the fire ready in case he needs to work a shoe.
"Whoa girl," said Ethan.
What now? Kimberly reluctantly stopped as commanded, fidgeting nervously, anxious to get to the stall. The command, phrased as if for an animal, made Kimberly's pussy clench.
"Stay."
More pussy clenching--it was just the way he said it, so commanding, so authoritative. Ethan dropped the lead, leaving her to stand by herself as he went to a hand cart parked outside a stall a dozen steps away. He picked through the stack of folded canvas bags on top of the cart, never looking her way and taking all the time in the world.
She kept looking back towards the open barn door. Why is he taking so long? Then it dawned on her. He was testing her, tempting her to move further away from the open door, or even attempt escape.
Shackled as she was, escape was impossible, but she was still tempted to get out of the main aisle and hide. Ethan could be rather devious sometimes. This was definitely some kind of setup. Perhaps he hopes to administer some type of delicious punishment?
Kimberly studied his actions, hesitating. He still had the crop in his hand and seemed to be in a dark mood this time, brooding and serious. Provoking him was probably not a good idea. She could only guess what he was thinking, but one thing was for certain, he was sending a clear message to her right now: even without his hand on the lead, he was in control, and she was helpless to his will.
All she could think about was her predicament. Naked. Horny. Chained. Powerless. Owned. At least the brank wasn't bothering her as much now after all the distractions. If she could just get away from the door...
If she disobeyed, it would be very unpleasant--she had no doubt now. After all, she had agreed to go all the way. He was making her experience and come to terms with being completely controlled.
Thankfully, right here, right now, this did not seem entirely real to her; the chains on her were those of her lover--her adventuresome, caring, patient, trustworthy, understanding and wise lover--were they not? Nevertheless, there was a metaphor of sorts there, and it was worrisome. Was he starting to take ownership of her heart as well? Perhaps she was giving too much of herself over to him too easily? She could feel the desire building. Could her heart be rendered just as helpless against him as her body? Part of her, somewhere deep down, wanted this, probably too much to be rational.
Kimberly's emotions flowed through Kelly like the waters of a flooded stream. Kelly wasn't quite sure what to make of the feelings, but there was more than simple love in the mix--she was sure of that. There was also something more than lust--no matter how pure and primal. Even "passion" didn't seem like the right word. The heat between their shared legs was fueled by some kind of deep and consuming need from deeper within Kimberly's psyche.
"Before the war, the last section of the stable ahead was different," said Ethan. "You can see how the stalls have been rebuilt if you look closely. There would have been smaller pens filled with male slaves. The overseers would parade female slaves past, naked and chained, to get them worked up. Some of them might be from work far in the field and not even see a woman any other time than for breeding."
Ethan pulled the bag he had selected over Kimberly's head, blinding her. Next, he unclipped the lead for a moment in order to thread it back through a small hole in the side of the bag. Once satisfied, he pulled the drawcord snugly around her neck and tied it off.
The bag stank of stale oats and barley from the last time it was used to feed horses. The heavy fabric was a little suffocating, but the way it covered her face was also reassuring--like when she was a child and would pull the covers over her head to hide from the bogeyman.
Ethan was simply being true to the re-enactment. In his account, the slaves were bred like livestock. It was all about traits and bloodlines. They were never to know each other's identity.
A dozen butterflies were fluttering around in the pit of her stomach. Despite it all, she was horny as ever. How can I possibly react this way? What is wrong with me? Why does being treated this way fascinate me so?
Under the bag, Kimberly fought back a few tears, the emotions were just too strong to sort out, but they didn't last long. She refused to believe there was anything wrong with her. There was just something more primal deep down inside that was triggered by this situation. It was that simple. It didn't need to be something wrong or something that she should feel guilty about. Nevertheless, she knew she'd never do this re-enactment again. Neither would she forget it, ever.
Kelly was worried about Kimberly. The emotion she felt was confusing and maybe even disturbing. She wished she could have talked to her--then, rather suddenly, Kimberly snapped out it. She seemed refocused. Kelly didn't feel the butterflies in her stomach anymore. It was as if a switch had been turned off. The only explanation seemed to be that Kimberly plainly refused to think about what was bothering her anymore. How can she do that so easily?
Ethan pulled on the lead again. Kimberly hesitated at first as she tried to get used to walking blind. Would he catch me if I fall? She believed he would. He wouldn't let her get hurt--not that kind of hurt at least.
Straining her ears, she couldn't hear anything above the noisy chains as he lead her through the barn. When she smelled smoke from the farrier's fire, she thought they must be getting close.
"Whoa!" Ethan was back to using his sinister sounding slave owner's voice.
Kimberly stopped, feeling the lead go slack. She expected to hear Ethan open a stall door, but instead she felt the crop touching the left side of her ass.
"Turn," was all he said.
Kimberly stood there, unsure of what he meant.
She heard the swish of the crop an instant before she felt its sting across her bottom. He struck her harder this time. The unwanted shriek which rose compulsively from within her sent her, once again, into gagging fits while she danced around, foot-to-foot in the chains, pulling at her wrists--as if it might help the pain.
"I said turn!" Ethan said angrily before grabbing the lead close to the brank and starting to pull her in a circle.
Ethan spoke, projecting his voice as if towards an audience, "Perfect breeding stock. Look at these magnificent tits."
He sounded like he meant every word. She felt his hand roughly cupping and lifting her right breast from behind. He was forceful, just short of causing pain.
Now she understood. In the re-enactment, she was supposed to be paraded in front of the men. They'd be at the bars of their stalls watching. It didn't matter that no one was really there, hooded as she was. It was easy for her to pretend:
She was naked before the lustful eyes of a bunch of dirty, sweaty men, studs, about to fuck her, the brood cow--heifer, she reminded herself. At the sight of her, they were getting hard in anticipation. They would soon fill her with their seed--and there was nothing on God's green Earth that she could do about it.
She felt Ethan squeezing and feeling up her left butt cheek.
"Look at this beautiful round ass! Soft as a peach. Don't worry, you'll all get your turn. Maybe even a second go--if you behave." He gave her a playful, but forceful, slap on the ass, letting his hand linger afterwards.
Kelly felt humiliation from Kimberly, but that humiliation was just a quickly forgotten prelude. Soon their heart was racing and they were breathing heavy as lust overpowered all other feelings. Ethan's pretend exhibition was working spectacularly. He seemed to know exactly how to push Kimberly's buttons. And my buttons too, Kelly realized. She had to admit a certain accord with her own fantasies: the stripper fantasy, the stolen clothes while bathing at the lake fantasy--even the shrinking bikini fantasy. She was taken against her will at the end of each one of them. Kimberly and her weren't all that different after all.
Despite the sack concealing Kimberly's face, Ethan could still read her emotions. Her hands told the story. First there was fidgeting and twiddling--her habit when considering. Then her hands were still and tense--she was getting ready. Then she was stretching towards her pussy (a good six inches away)--she couldn't help but try. Next came outright straining against the chains (still at least four inches away)--a seeming desperation in her attempts. Last came the clenched fists of anger, frustration and denial. She would have been even more frustrated and angry if she had been able to see the huge grin on his face.
"Spread your legs cow," said Ethan, his emphasis resonating through her.
Ethan started tapping the insides of her thighs with the crop.
Blazes! He knows how sensitive I am there.
"Wider. Chest out. Let them have a good look."
With the shackles, she couldn't spread her legs much, but it was enough. The feeling of exposure, even if to an empty barn full of imaginary men, flushed through her body. Out in the darkness, the pretend watchers were really getting the full tour of her body now, their lecherous eyes roaming over every inch of skin. When she heard Ethan's unimagined breathing quicken, she would have smiled if the bit allowed. He always liked what he saw, she never doubted it.
Sakes alive! Kimberly froze with a gasp as she felt Ethan's hand on her pussy. He lightly fingered her nether lips, smearing her wetness around, exquisitely teasing her sensitive little bud...Oh! That's so good... A brief headspin reminded her of the need to breathe. As if her gasp for breath were a cue, Ethan slowly removed his hand leaving Kimberly to continue lewdly thrusting her hips and pushing forward seeking to renew the broken contact--until she realized his hand was gone, and she felt like a fool. Bastard.
"See how she wants it? She's at her peak, fully in heat. All she can think about is having a cock inside her."
It was true: she couldn't wait to have Ethan's cock inside her. She tried to reach her pussy again. Maybe there was still some angle she had missed. It wouldn't take much to send her over the top. Out of the darkness, a light slap of the crop across her right hand told her she would have to wait. It stung just enough to remove any doubt that Ethan was serious.
"No." Then he tapped the insides of her legs with the crop again to remind her to keep them spread.
Kimberly reluctantly obeyed, but she was starting to get seriously agitated and wanted to get on with the game. Her impatience was also about the threat of discovery in the middle of the stable, and relieving the strain in her splayed legs--not just the aching desire between them.
Observant as ever, Ethan seemed to sense that the moment had passed and pulled on her lead. When he kept going, she reasoned that he was taking her to the far end of the barn. Finally, she heard him open a door, presumably that of the stall. A heavy scent of fresh straw implied special preparations had been made. He led her forward a few steps then roughly grabbed her by the arms as he guided her into position.
"Kneel."
She considered for a moment, never having knelt in shackles. Since she couldn't spread her feet wide enough to go down on one knee, she would have to get as low as possible before dropping down on both knees at once. Ethan must have seen her difficulties. He reached under her arms to slow her descent to the floor. The feel of his strong arms and the smell of him close to her was heady.
Did he close the door? ...I didn't hear it.
Ethan reached up under her hair to grab the nape of her neck. The brutish feel of his hand on such delicate and vital flesh sent shivers through her body, reminding her just how much control he had over her.
"Forward."
She felt the crop touching her ass in warning. Ethan wasn't wasting any words and that was fine by her. She was well beyond any mental foreplay of stories and roles. Kimberly knee-walked forward gingerly on the straw-covered floor until she bumped into what felt like a cold metal bar running horizontally high at her hips. The contact against her naked skin sent shivers through her body. The moment she had been thinking about for the last two weeks was at hand.
"Bow."
Leaving her no time to react, Ethan roughly pressed her neck forward and down. Without her eyes and hands, leaning forward and falling forward on her face were nearly the same thing. Kimberly shrieked some unintelligible complaints that didn't seem to draw a reaction (except another hidden smile from Ethan). If Ethan had released his grip, she probably would have toppled head first.
He did that on purpose! Kimberly was certain.
The metal bar against the front of her hips kept her posterior raised as her upper body was folded lower and lower. Ethan kept pressing until her head was lower than her hips and something metal cupped the bottom of her throat--the bottom half of a neck cuff! He held her neck against the metal as he closed the cuff and flipped some kind of latch--at least it sounded like a latch and not a padlock.
Now unable to straighten up, Kimberly didn't seem to understand what was going on very well. Kelly perceived Kimberly's reaction as an odd combination of surprise, worry and fear mixed with something that might be described as erotic curiosity. Given the surprise, none of this could have been scripted out ahead of time with Ethan. Regardless, Kelly thought she knew how this was going to go down. Ethan was restraining them into some kind of metal frame with a built-in yoke. It would hold her in what was essentially doggy-style position while he fucked them.
Ethan quickly proved her right when he unlocked each of Kimberly's wrists in turn to place them into cuffs spaced about a foot away on either side of their shared head. The metal yoke reminded her of a low-to-the-ground version of a medieval pillory. At least the new position of her wrists took some of the weight off her neck and was much more comfortable.
Kimberly seemed to calm down a little after that. In fact, as Ethan pulled a heavy strap tight across her lower back, securing her tightly to the bar under her hips, Kelly felt her calm down even more. Kelly really didn't understand it. How could being bound ass up for easy fucking be a reason to become calmer?
Realization, however, dawned as Kelly felt a gush of wetness in their shared pussy. Kimberly wasn't getting calmer, she was getting more content and horny. Kelly had to admit that being bound with their shared behind lewdly displayed and eminently vulnerable was a turn on for her too. She was keenly conscious of how their pussy was presented through the gap between their legs even before Kimberly deliberately parted her legs slightly.
Ethan smiled as he ignored Kimberly's subtle invitation. She won't have to wait long. This was the part he had been waiting for the whole time. He would never tell Kimberly, but he had been fixated on this moment for the last two weeks as well--longer actually, ever since he found the breeding rack hidden in his Uncle's barn. It had to be the same one from his Uncle's stories.
As he looked at Kimberly's upturned, naked, incredible ass he couldn't believe how lucky he had been to find her. He still couldn't believe how eagerly she brought up the idea of using the rack in one of their games. If she hadn't, he didn't know if he would have been bold enough to raise the subject. She was prim and proper in public and yet wanton and adventuresome in private. Somehow, he had to find a way to get her old man to allow a public courtship. I need to marry this wonderful creature.
He freed Kimberly's ankles only to spread her legs wide and cuff them again. That's going to drive her out of her mind. He fingered her, just a little, to remind her how exposed and helpless she was. The small moans she made in response were the music of angels.
He had pictured the rack hundreds of times in dozens of fantasies ever since he first heard his Uncle's stories, but seeing a real woman helplessly bound in it surpassed any fanciful vision. The design was well-considered, and Kimberly was nearly immobilized already, even if he didn't use the remaining straps and cuffs. Escape was impossible. The cuffs were directly attached to the spreader bar, no chains links, no play that allowed slight movement, just solid steel. It even disassembled for discreet storage.
Kimberly would have been scared as a rabbit facing a fox if he had let her see it ahead of time. After this, she might never want to use the rack again, so he was going to take full advantage. She'd forgive him later. She always did.
Ethan started tapping the insides of her thighs again. "Knees apart."
Kimberly hesitated, much of her weight was on her knees. The position would be awkward.
Impatiently, Ethan swatted the inside of her left thigh with the crop. An automatic grunt of pain followed the sound of the slap and reflexive jerk of her body. Despite the force of that reaction, the breeding rack only rattled slightly. In her game with Ethan, the cards were all drawn, and she may as well fold her hand.
Instantly, the butterflies were fluttering in her stomach again. Ethan could do anything he wanted: whip her, ignore her, fuck her. If she could only see or talk...one or the other would be enough to help her calm down. Without either, she was on pins and needles waiting for the next command or, hopefully, the next touch.
She knew she could only blame herself that the game had gone this far. It's just that the idea had been so thrilling--she would give him total control, let him reveal his desires, whatever they were, primal or sophisticated. He could not see her face, so would be forced to act without cues. He could deny it all he wanted, but she knew he was holding back and hiding behind manners and etiquette. He wanted a lot more than just roleplaying from her. It was time to find out what Ethan was hiding. Hopefully, she would like it.
"Knees apart," Ethan repeated calmly in that harsh voice he affected for his role.
With some difficulty, she worked her knees wider. After she had done so, Ethan slipped another cuff over her calf, just below her knees. Spread wide on the floor, her legs now provided little support, so she was forced to let most of her weight rest on the bar that she was bent over. Whoever designed this contraption knew exactly what they were doing. She was not able to raise up off the bar in the slightest and could not move her hips.
Kimberly couldn't imagine being more exposed and available as she mirrored the slave in Ethan's account. Blind, gagged and unable to move, there could be no regard for feelings, no personal connection, no give-and-take exchange of pleasure, and definitely nothing remotely like intimacy. In unladylike terms, the only way she could think under the circumstances, she was now just a poke-hole--
One anonymous man after another would be led to her in chains. Released, they would paw and feel her all over--the object of their pent-up lust. A wet cock alley and a few minutes of pleasure. Faceless. Nameless. Flesh. Livestock. One-by-one they would pump her full of their seed, heedless of the consequences to her. When each was satisfied, he would be shackled again and led off while the overseer called, "Next!"
She snapped out of her reverie with a muted shriek as the crop landed full across her ass. Hellfire! (At least she was learning how to avoid choking on the mouthpiece.)
Kimberly had forgotten this part of Ethan's account. "Loosening up" the slave with a whipping was often customary. There was even folklore insisting that it increased the chance of conception--more hogwash to justify cruelty. Kimberly had just assumed Ethan would skip that part since they had not discussed it. After all, they had never included the crop or any kind of whip in their games before this, nothing more than a little spanking. Once again, Ethan must be trying to make a point...surely that must be it.
Ethan started a series of whippings across nearly every inch of her upturned bottom. At first, she fought down her screams, but she quickly realized the folly in it. Pride wasn't worth the effort. Besides, there was no other relief to be had and no one was going to hear her at the back of the barn with her mouth muffled by a metal bit.
At least a dozen strikes covered both butt cheeks when he stopped. Ethan had been quick about it--like he was trying to get it over with...or couldn't help himself. Still, it hadn't been horrible. Even at speed, he knew how much force she could tolerate and never hit the same place twice.
The shared whipping left Kelly stunned. She had never been whipped before, and the intensity of it was far beyond the suppositions of her fantasies. She didn't think she could ever learn to enjoy such pain, even when inflicted with erotic intent. However, within moments, she almost wished for more. Her body's reactions were...intriguing. The stinging pain was gradually subsiding to be replaced with a warm, almost pleasurable heat and an overall sense of feeling good.
Kelly refused to believe any of the pleasurable reactions were her own. They must be Kimberly's reactions, especially the arousal. It must be partly mental--well, except for the warm glow in her ass and the rush of euphoria she felt. Kelly knew an endorphin rush when she had one.
When Ethan started to slowly caress their sore ass, Kimberly's desirous pussy clenched in reaction as an aching sexual need grew stronger and stronger. His touch was painful, but Kimberly loved it (at least it seemed that way to Kelly). Pain and pleasure had a certain similarity in Kimberly's body. Consequently, Kelly was sure that she was a masochist. Kimberly, curiously, seemed confused, as if she didn't know.
Ethan stood directly behind them, scant inches away. After his exertions, they could feel his body heat radiating against their sensitive, sore skin, adding to its heat. He reached underneath from both sides to cup Kimberly's breasts, lifting and squeezing them as if to test their weight and firmness. Was it her own body or Kimberly's? Kelly found it hard to tell--until breasts were involved. The difference in size compared to Kelly's much smaller chest was not just cosmetic. So much more of her body was an erogenous zone. It shifted some internal nerve pathways. When Ethan groped her chest, the sensation moved through so much more of their body at once that Kelly felt like she could cum from breast stimulation alone.
Kimberly didn't hear the crop swish in the air before her pussy erupted in pain. She lurched powerfully against the restraints in reaction--before she could even try to hold back--then started to cum...body-shaking hard. Ethan had struck her just right, up between the legs from behind. The pain of the crop set her off but was not harsh enough to overshadow an incredible orgasm. As her body twitched uncontrollably within the metal rack, she groaned something guttural and thoroughly undignified.
Kelly couldn't help but think that Kimberly sounded like a sick animal with all the grunting and moaning noises, but that was the last thought she was capable of before being swept along in the whirlwind of pleasure she shared.
The primal force of Kimberly's orgasm was unbelievable. It was so much greater than the best climax of her own that she could remember. Kelly decided right then, that if she ever got out of this situation, she was going to try bondage. The lack of control, the sensations...everything was amplified. The next time, she wanted to be more than the bystander.
The second Kimberly's body relaxed, the head of Ethan's cock was prodding her slit. With her hips strapped tightly to the horizontal bar, she couldn't move an inch to avoid him. What is he doing? He knows how sensitive I get afterward. Please, Ethan! Stop! He tormented her with the head of his wood-hard cock by rubbing slowly up and down without entering her. Not yet Ethan, heavens no! Not. Yet. She tried begging, but with a mouth full of metal, she had no idea if Ethan understood a thing she said.
Sharing in the sensation, Kelly would have screamed if able. She knew that some women got sensitive after orgasms, but...holy hell. It was indescribable. She had never felt anything like that before. A second later, Ethan slowly entered her, and Kimberly shared Kelly's desire to scream so did--no attempt at words, she had given up on speech. Nevertheless there was desperation in the sound of her groaning utterances, anyone could tell that from the tone of her voice, brank or not.
To her surprise, Ethan's penetration was much more pleasurable than she thought it would be. She felt a spike of extreme sensation that quickly faded to a really incredible, pleasurable feeling that seemed to extend up through her belly and into her whole body. He had timed it perfectly and seemed to know what would happen. Bastard.
Ethan laughed at her reaction, pleased with himself.
Kelly found the tone of his laugh disquieting, unsure if it was a playful reaction or something more derisive. It certainly seemed to be natural and not more roleplaying, perhaps that's why it was unsettling. Kimberly, though, didn't react to it at all. Maybe she had thrown that mental switch of hers again and turned it off. Even though Kelly felt like she had missed the start of the movie when it came to Ethan and Kimberly, she still couldn't understand Kimberly's blind faith in him.
Perforce, Kimberly's attention returned to the physical realm as Ethan's thrusts demanded her complete attention--especially since his cock felt strange. It was all bumpy and textured. Then she remembered how Ethan had said that she would like the new condom. Land sakes! They make things like that? With each thrust, she felt every inch of him twiddle her nether lips and tickle the apex of her cleft, courtesy of little rubber knobs teasing her on the way in and out.
Being a dead fuck had never been her style, but she was too well restrained to be an active participant in her own pleasure. The design of the breeding rack didn't take into account her participation, only her availability and inability to escape. Still, she tried...oh how she tried.
Blind and bound, her attention was drawn to specific sensations: the slap of his body against her ass as he thrust into her; the tension she could create by squeezing her "lady muscles"; the resulting faint grunts from Ethan; the drool leaking out around the metal bit. Through it all, she realized just how alive she felt.
Ethan's hands trailed along her ribs on their way to their final destination: the pendent flesh of her bosom. Taking advantage of her helplessness, he took his time, appreciatively, possessively. Finally, he cupped the undersides of her swollen breasts where the freshly whipped skin was still angry--then he squeezed. Sweet Almighty. It felt so good. Yet, the pain was only the punctuation in a sentence of pleasure. Her encircled, but untouched, nipples cried out their neglect as she held her breath hoping they would not be denied.
Suddenly, Ethan's hands fell away, and he pulled out of her. Had there been a faint thud? What is he up to now? Another lesson in helplessness? Hopefully, he didn't loose his pearly shower already.
To her relief, she quickly felt his cock teasing her again, the head running up and down her cleft while parting her nether lips slightly. Wait! The little rubber studs are gone. Is he wearing the condom? Ethan! No! As he pressed inside, his smooth shaft sent shivers through her body. It must be a trick. A different condom? Surely he wouldn't deliberately leave his seed inside me?
Concern over the condom was soon forgotten. In fact, she was turned on by the idea of a naked cock which she could do nothing about, just like in the story. The fabric of the bag over her head was flapping from her heavy breathing as Ethan's hands once again traveled along her ribs towards her waiting breasts. But...something was seriously amiss. They were rough and calloused as well as much bigger. They were not Ethan's hands at all. Someone else was fucking her!
Who? How? Even in reenactment Ethan would never let anyone else touch me, would he? Something was seriously wrong. Kimberly panicked--completely and utterly. She fought against her bonds in mindless frenzy, heedless of bruises and ripped skin while her garbled calls for Ethan met no reply. What happened to him! What is he doing?
Kimberly fought down the fear. She trusted Ethan. She reminded herself. Yes, she trusted him. This had to be some kind of theatrics for her benefit. After all, hadn't she said for him to go all the way? It was easy to believe it was real, but it was just roleplaying, was it not?
"That's right little slut, no more Ethan. It's my turn now," said a deep voice before a scornful laugh.
The sound of that voice sent chills down Kimberly's spine. What if it isn't a trick? She forgot all about acting and enactments as instinct took over and panic returned. Adrenalized fear and desperation fueled her renewed struggles, yet she was held fast and forced to give up her futile attempts to break free before she hurt herself. Soon, all she could think about was the unidentified cock thrusting inside her the whole time, steady as a steam piston.
She tried to distract herself. There was no way she could bear giving this bastard the satisfaction of making her climax, hell no. What had he done to Ethan? She tried remembering the Greek alphabet, poetry...the time her horse broke his leg. Nothing seemed work. She tried humming "Amazing Grace" through her encumbered mouth--suddenly the only song she could remember--to earn more laughs and a brief break from fucking. Then, to her utter embarrassment, Kimberly knew she would climax no matter how much she wished otherwise. The man was too skilled and her body had been approaching the edge already--it had to be that. She could never enjoy being taken by some stranger, could she?
The orgasm ripped through her body with a force that made her groan like some kind of rutting animal. Every muscle strained and shook against the restraints, even her eyelids twitched and some tears leaked out. However, the most disheartening reaction was from her traitorous pussy. Her vaginal muscles insisted on contracting around his shaft like those of some highly skilled whore.
"Sweet Mother, what a fuck!"
The bastard didn't even acknowledge her perceived humiliation. Her hard-fought battle of willpower had been nothing to him...the defeat of her forced climax was nothing to him...she was nothing to him. Worse yet, he wasn't stopping, oblivious to the torture he was inflicting on her now supremely sensitive lady parts. She squealed and thrashed within her tight confines from the torment, but all that did was encourage him to thrust harder and faster. Fortunately, he didn't last much longer. After a muffled grunt, she felt his cock throbbing. Was it her imagination or did she feel his seed squirt into her?
He slumped onto her back, resting and recovering his breath, while his spent cock slowly retreated within her. The whole time his hands never stopped kneading her bubbies. At first, she found his touch annoying, but by the time he finally stopped, she was ashamed at her intense desire for him to continue. She had been used by some stranger as if she were less than human, yet she had never felt more sexual or more alive. Her fantasy was now an unforgettable experience.
Startling her, the stall door squeaked and boots thumped on the floor behind her.
"Tarnation Jeb, you damn near knocked his brains out!" said another male voice.
"He'll be out cold all night, but he'll live," said Jeb. "Tomorrow, his head'll ache so much he'll wish he t'were dead though."
"Ya know who this is?" asked Johnny, not expecting an answer. "This is Mason Eckles' younger brother Ethan."
The arrival of another man sent chills down Kimberly's spine. What was going on? Something very terrible was happening. Where had these men come from? She had just been...she couldn't even think the word and it was the last word she would use, though technically accurate. And, it wasn't over yet, she was still at their mercy. The guests had to be gathering, and Aunt Harriett would be looking for her soon. Would Ethan be alright?
Kimberly felt panic starting to burn inside her again, but there was no tinder left for that spark. All that remained was shock and fear as she froze, her head running wild with overload. She just wanted to curl up and hide until it was over.
"How's I supposed to know he's one of us?" said Jeb. "Even then, my job during the war was to kill Yankee sentries not save 'em for later."
"Shit, you know who you've been prigging?" said the other man.
"I'm figuring it's one of the Indian lover's precious little daughters," said Jeb. Hatred of Kimberly's father, the Colonel, was hot on his breath.
"I'd say this one's Kimberly, the oldest," said Johnny. "Ol' Ethan had her all trussed up like that? Didn't think the kid had it in him. All the better for us, some luck for a change. I couldn't even have dreamed this up. Move over, a buttered bun's as good as any."
"For certain," said Jeb. "She loved every minute of it and is still tight as a schoolgirl. It's a shame we have to...ya know."
"Yes, crying shame, such a beauty," added Johnny. "Hellfire! I've never seen a smooth mound like this before...except on a New Orleans whore once at a distance."
Kelly's earlier bad feeling sank into a bone-deep dread, yet all she could do was wait to see what would happen next. Kimberly wasn't even reacting anymore. There didn't seem to be a clear thought in her head, just mix of confusion and post-orgasmic delirium and perhaps a hint of renewed lust from their shared body. How could she just give up like that? True that she was helpless--that they were helpless--but to just freeze... Her mind screamed, Kimberly! You have to do something! They are going to kill you!
"Hold on, Johnny. I have an idea."
Jeb grabbed three padlocks which hung on a nail near the stall door then attached them to the closures built into the rack at Kimberly's wrists and neck, locking her in.
"If we left her here, all naked and done up, the humiliation of it will be even better revenge against the Colonel than killing her outright," said Jeb. "Don't know anyone from our old unit that wouldn't be satisfied with that."
"Her death would probably be easier for the Indian lover to live with than her disgrace. It's a good plan. Besides, it's bad luck to kill a woman you've fucked," agreed Johnny. "Someone'll find her here after a bit. With the party, word would be bound to spread that his precious, virginal daughter was really more of a dirty puzzle, caught in the act and shaved smooth like a whore."
"Maybe a gunshot or two before we skedaddle to call attention," said Jeb. "But, that still leaves Ethan."
"His brother may have fought on our side, but we don't owe him nothin'. Ethan was old enough near the end of the war that he could have joined up so he's no different than a dozen other cowards. I say we take his here pants and bolt the stall door just to seal the deal," said Johnny. "The Colonel will know for sure that this was something prearranged with them and just what his little daughter's been up to."
"Never liked any of the Eckles none anyway. Give me them keys," said Jeb. "And, put those shackles on Ethan."
"I've seen that look before," said Johnny.
Jeb grinned. "I'll throw these in the farrier's furnace and melt 'em down. They'll have to get a blacksmith to get her free, padlocks aren't like shackles; all these keys are different."
"Here," Johnny said. "Take the shackle key anyways. Might be the only one."
"May as well."
"Fore you go, give me a hand fixin' this rack," asked Johnny. "It's too high."
"What you mean?" asked Jeb.
Kimberly felt the rack move. Her head and arms were being lowered towards the floor, close enough that she could feel the floor right in front of her nose.
"The idea is to have her tilted down like that so gravity can help the seed find its mark," said Johnny.
"I thought they only did that when they left them in the rack overnight after breeding," said Jeb.
"You're probably right, but I like to fuck 'em with their face in the dirt and their ass up high."
Jeb just laughed with the same disturbing laugh which was soon seconded by Johnny.
"I wished we could be here to see her Daddy's face when he finds her like this," said Johnny.
"You better hurry or you will...from the wrong side of a shotgun," said Jeb as he left the stall.
Kimberly was reacting now like someone who had just awakened, but not in the way Kelly would have predicted. She moaned and was trying to wiggle her ass as if to attract Johnny. Kelly could feel her pussy moistening even more. Was Kimberly going completely crazy?
Johnny started to run his hands over Kimberly's bottom, feeling every curve.
"You are a fine piece of woman," said Johnny.
She felt his hands on her wide-strapped thighs, exploring them, feeling the tension in her stretched muscles. Lust seem to flow from his finger tips into her body like electricity.
"How does it feel to be all trussed up and spread open? Are you horny just thinking about it?"
His fingers slid up the inside of her thighs to her pussy and began to explore the soft folds there, slick with her wetness.
"I don't think Ethan sweet talked you into none of this. I think you talked him into it. You love this don't ya?"
To Kelly's shock, Kimberly responded with a clearly sexual moan.
"I thought so. I see the whip marks. Did you enjoy that too?"
Kimberly moaned again leaving Kelly flabbergasted. Why would she encourage him?
"Maybe you want a little more?"
Kelly felt Kimberly tense with pain as Johnny spanked her once across the bottom so hard that the force of his hand rippled through her body. Somehow, Kimberly managed not to scream even though Kelly would have screamed her head off. Instead, Kimberly moaned as if she liked it, maybe she really did. With the pain that followed, Kelly felt the same illogical response from Kimberly's body--she became more aroused.
"Too bad we don't have more time fer more fun," said Johnny. "But, we better get on with it don't ya think?"
Johnny laughed, abruptly stopped, then sucked in his breath as he slipped into them. Kimberly gasped in turn at the sudden invasion and struggled as if trying to escape him. Suddenly, Kelly understood. Kimberly had been trying to distract him even if it would cost a whipping. With her ploy a failure, she was at wit's end and finally did scream through the bit--much to Johnny's amusement. He laughed more as he started thrusting.
"Are you going to tell Ethan?" he said, close to her ear. "I doubt it. Even if you do someday, I bet you'll never tell him the best fuck you ever had was from Johnny boy."
With that, Kelly felt his hand reach around her hip to seek out her clit. He split his forefingers in a V and worked each side of it while he continued his thrusts. The indirect attention to her sensitive nub made Kimberly groan with pleasure yet left her longing for more. His other hand found her left breast and began teasing her already excited nipple. Johnny ran like a clock after that with a perfectly steady rhythm that slowly started to drive them crazy.
Whether it was from the supernatural union with Kimberly's body or her own feelings, Kelly had to admit that she had never felt anything so good in all her life. Johnny really did know his stuff, and they were completely at his mercy. She was starting to appreciate Kimberly's fantasies even more.
Every time Kimberly was close to an orgasm, Johnny backed off with a low chuckle and didn't let her climax. He could read her body perfectly and was playing her like a fiddle. Kimberly's hands echoed Kelly's frustration when she balled them up into tight, shaking fists.
"How bad do you want it?" asked Johnny. "Maybe you should try beggin'."
Instantly Kimberly shrieked an attempt at words. Whether curses or pleas, Kelly couldn't tell.
"Are you saying you want me to fill you with my spunk?"
Kelly instantly felt Kimberly's emotions boil over. Kimberly wanted to come desperately, but she didn't want him to come inside her.
"Thought so," said Johnny before he laughed again with that mocking laugh of his.
Kelly suddenly heard the stall door fly open and smack on the sidewall.
"Make way, Johnny!" warned Jeb. "Can't let this cool."
"Hellfire Jeb, could you have worse timing?" said Johnny as he pulled away from Kimberly. "Wait a dang minute, that looks like a Bowden family brandin' iron. Where in damnation you find that?"
"T'wer still hangin' in the farrier's workspace, like he was gonna use it for scrap iron. Remember, this estate used to be theirs back before the war. The last Bowden was killed down near Atlanta if memory serves."
"Better go easy. She ain't got hide like a mule."
Something red hot pressed against their left buttock for a heartbeat. The searing pain was miles beyond anything Kimberly (or Kelly) had ever felt before, even the whipping, and it took her breath away. In seconds, her body broke into a cold sweat, hinting of shock. Left no choice except to ride it out, Kimberly screamed and cried as she rode out the pain. Kelly shared every nerve ending, yet didn't understand what had happened for a minute until realization struck: Kimberly had just been branded.
Jeb took a moment to examine his work. "Nice clean mark, if I say so."
"You could have warned me what you were doin'," complained Johnny.
"I didn't know I'd find this," said Jeb as he held up the branding iron. "Now we have a proper calling card."
"Well, I'm not done leaving mine if you don't mind," said Johnny sourly.
"Best you finish up then," said Jeb. "I'll take care of this iron so as I don't burn the place down."
Johnny didn't need to be told twice. Without paying the slightest notice to her pain, he started again, taking his time while running his hands over her body, feeling every curve.
Kelly could feel Kimberly's despair. She had an idea what that brand meant. Maybe Kimberly could hide it from a husband at first, but eventually he'd see it and then what would happen? In her eyes, the brand may as well spell out "fornicator." Despite it all, Kimberly's lust started to return with a vengeance as her body redefined the pain/pleasure response in its own way--the way defined by Kimberly's psyche. Kelly felt a something like liberation as well, and she thought she understood why. Kimberly would rather bear the brand than bear the guilt of coerced denial of the truth for the sake of family honor. Too many secrets and denials already gnawed at her heart.
Kimberly gave up trying to fight for every "should" and "must" making demands in her head. Besides, she already knew she would lose that battle even it was one she wanted to win. Johnny's fingers were magic. His arrogance had some justification. Being at his mercy only made her more frustrated and in turn, more aroused. Even after the branding, she was being made to climax, and it was beyond any submissive fantasy she had ever had. In her very core, some part of her surrendered--no, accepted. The damage was already done. She would not taint memories of this moment, but rather make the most it. Perhaps she could make the consequences worth it.
Kelly understood the emotions emanating from her, for what it mattered. She felt a certain amount of pity for Kimberly, but through it all she also felt envy. She still had Ethan. Kimberly had experienced something more than she had ever known. She had boldly dared. She had been adventurous. She had not been content with a prescribed life. She had truly lived! Kelly wondered what price she might be willing to pay if she could live with Kimberly's virtue to self.
As Johnny played her body, Kelly couldn't help but give in to the sensations she shared, sensations too intense to ignore. Despite her self-absorption, she heard a rhythmic chanting in an unrecognizable language off in the distance. It must be the Shaman Kimberly had seen earlier. Regardless of his motives, the chanting seemed to herald something dark and evil to her. Johnny even slowed down for a moment in consideration as if felt it too. Then, like a thunderclap on a clear day, a gunshot rang through the stable. Immediately afterward, the stall door banged open, and a second deafening shot vindicated Kelly's foreboding.
A sharp, penetrating impact to Kimberly's ribs took her breath away. Stunned, it took Kelly a moment to realize that Kimberly had been shot. As the shared pain from the bullet erupted, a sensation of falling over and over followed. Is this what it feels like to die? She didn't know if she would die along with Kimberly, if that's what was happening. Would anyone even know what had happened to me? I could be about to die!
The chanting seemed to close in, resonating loud and strong as if it came from everywhere at once. The power of it permeated deeply as if to Kelly's very soul--or whatever her current state of existence could be called. The next second, her vision fluttered for a moment. Then, the pain of the bullet was replaced by Johnny's touch as if nothing had ever happened. Throughout, the chanting continued without the slightest interruption.
Suddenly, another shot rang out. The same shot, Kelly realized. Following it, she heard the same shouts and noises, so braced for the pain she knew should come next as time replayed. However, this time Kelly didn't feel the bullet.
The chanting encompassed everything as Kelly found herself back in a state of mind overloading bliss while Johnny expertly pumped Kimberly with steady and precise movements, deep and forceful. Time circled in eddies. Over and over again, Johnny repeated his actions, thrusting, pleasuring and teasing. The sensations Kelly shared repeated as well. For what seemed like several minutes, her arousal would rise and fall in complete contradiction to her mind's desires. A terrible frustration started to rise up within Kelly since she knew that Kimberly would never reach climax under the circumstances...then she felt time lurch forward.
Johnny started to thrust harder, and his touch grew rough and insistent. When his fingers closed on her aching nub, everything exploded at once. Kimberly's pussy pulsed wildly as her belly rippled with contractions. The released energy moved down her legs infusing them with uncontrollable tremors and shaking. Under the feedsack, she saw flashes of color despite the darkness. Apparently her reactions pushed Johnny over the edge as he grunted his release. Before he finished, however, time started to repeat again, and they were pulled back from beyond the point of no return.
As time sought equilibrium between the past and present, the years spun forward: 1869...1870...1871... Each year was the shadow of another yet illuminated the next. Through the rolling circles of time, each climax folded into the next creating an unbroken wave of continued bliss.
Kelly could barely think during the constant renewal of mind-blowing pleasure. Any thoughts that tried to form were quickly subdued signals coming from Kimberly's body...no, from...my body. Suddenly, she was out of breath and realized she was the one who had to do the breathing. Her own vaginal muscles were clenching on whatever supernatural cock was fucking her Halloween after Halloween. Her own breasts were bouncing in rhythm to each thrust rocking her hips. How? She had no idea, no idea she wanted to accept anyway. She was glad that she couldn't look behind her to see who or what was fucking her. Whatever it was had a nice big warm cock.
She also didn't understand the level of sensation she felt--the sensations that Kimberly had felt. Her body had never responded like this before, but there was no denying how it felt now--how toe-curling amazing it felt. Supernaturally amazing, she reminded herself, doubting her own understanding of science. Maybe it wasn't her body, but some effect from the...ghost (there I said it), inside her.
As time unfolded, she just kept climaxing. Over a hundred orgasms was beyond imagining, beyond possibility, but that's what she had already experienced--she thought; it didn't seem like the same orgasm over and over. How many more remain? Is this heaven or horror? I don't know if I can take much more.
Kelly awoke in complete darkness. The metal bit in her mouth was first to reacquaint her with her inherited predicament. She immediately tried her arms and legs to find that she was, in fact, bound just as securely in the very device Ethan had used on Kimberly. Her attempts to free herself were also just as futile.
She tried to calm down and wait for rescue. The welcome sound of the generator meant that she was back from whatever strange dimension of time she had been in. Surely Connie or Alice would come looking for her eventually--unless it's still dark out; she really had no idea. She might even be inside a closed stall with a blanket over the window just like Kimberly. "No," she told herself. You can't think like that. Eventually, her Aunt Linda would arrive too. Someone would definitely find her...of course they will.
Holy shit! Someone is touching me. Who? The hands don't feel quite right. What are they doing...oh!