Ruperts Farm, Chapter 5

We were sat around the breakfast table eating breakfast and going through the plans for the day. Sheep needed to be moved, animals fed, pens built, a run to move the ewes along to the place where the shearers would do their work, then a ramp down which the shorn ewes could return to a separate field. A place where Alison could be shackled and held whilst the men did whatever they wanted to her secured body, a selection of floggers, crops, vibrators and toys that would be used on her for the pleasure of anyone who wanted to, and a table where she could be strapped down and her body fucked and abused at whim. Like I said, just another day in the English countryside!

It turned out to be a really sunny day and we walked over to the small barn where the shearing was to take place. There was a part of it that had a loose stall, usually used for animals that needed keeping apart from the herd or flock. It was about 15 feet by 15 feet, with a metal sided wall, about chest height on three sides and a full width opening gate on the other side. You could see into it from the shearing part and stretched across from the walls either side were two leather straps. They were similar to the reins you see on coached horses in films. Except at the loose end was a brass ring. The fixed end was secured to ring held in the metal railing of the box.

Alison walked in wearing just a pair of knee high riding boots, a half inch steel chain around her neck and a set of leather wrist straps. Each wrist was locked to the ring of the leather straps and they were tightened so her arms were fully extended at her side. She could move forwards or backwards, drop to her knees, or the cuffs released and she could be taken and fastened down to the table.

She was breathing quite deeply as she was led in by Rupert. with a dog lead clipped to the collar. She'd been walked the 100 metres from the bungalow like this, visible from the road and past the shearing gang who were getting ready in the farm yard.

"Fucking hell mate!" One shouted, "Look at that!"

The older man who was the gangmaster looked up from his paperwork and whistled loudly. Then turned to Harry and said.

"Jesus Harry! What the fuck is going on here? I know Rupert has his kinks, but what the fuck is she for?"

"You guys!" Harry responded. "For the next three days she's there for you lot to play with. Flog her, beat her and abuse her anyway you like, except fucking her arse. She loves to be facefucked and be edged using the toys. Just help yourselves. She has a safe word, which you MUST obey, but apart from that, help yourselves.'

"Hear that lads?" He shouted, "As long as we're making good progress with the sheep, feel free to amuse yourselves with the lady!"

"I think I'll have ago before we start Ross." Said one of the shearing gang. "I've not emptied my nuts for nearly a week and jizzing on her face seems a good place to start. On your knees cunt!" He commanded as he walked over to Alison.

"Yes sir." She softly spoke. "I like to be choked with cock and held by my hair as you face fuck me. Please don't hold back. Make me submit."

The shearer couldn't believe what he was hearing and smiled at Alison.

"I've never been one to argue with a lady!" He grabbed her collar and pulled her to him. She almost fell forward, but his other hand grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Letting go of the collar he unzipped his jeans and, held his cock as it hardened, then smearing it across her face and towards her mouth.

"You fucking dirty slut! Choke on this!"

Holding her hair tightly in his fist he pushed his cock right into her mouth and forced her head back. He took half a step forward and she was pinned against his groin. He held his cock in her throat for about 10-15 seconds, then pulled it out. Alison gasped in some air and spluttered.

"Thank you sir. But I want more. I need to be punished too. Please ask someone to do that to me while you fuck my face. Really give it to me. Don't let up."

"Col". He called his mate over.

"Bring that leather thing over and lash her arse while I fuck her throat."

Col picked up the flogger and started to swish it as he walked.

"Want your arse lashed with this bitch?"

"Please sir. I need it." Alison turned to look at him. "Have you dont this before?"

"Never. How hard do I hit you?"

Alison looked at Harry. "Daddy, please show him how to treat me."

Harry grinned as he walked over.

"Certainly my sweet. Now watch carefully son. Listen to her requests, but make sure you stop as soon as she says Capricorn. Its her safe word and means she's had enough. But to be honest I doubt you'll hear it! She is a total submissive."

He flogged her arse four times.

Alison groaned as the flogger struck her bare arse.

Thank you Daddy. You know how I like it. Sir. Please keep fucking my throat."

The first guy grabbed her hair and holding it in two handfuls fucked her mouth. Forcing his cock right into it. Holding it there for up to 10 seconds, then pushing it in and out rapidly for another 10 seconds.

"Nice." Said Harry. "Here. now you carry on with the flogger until he cums."

The flogging and face fucking continued for maybe 2 minutes before they guy using her mouth started to tense up.

"Here it comes! Open wide!" He pulled his coco out of her mouth and holding her hair with one hand he wanked into Alisons' open mouth. He groaned and about 5 pulses of thick cum emptied into her mouth, then 2 or three more went over her nose and cheeks.

The guy with the flogger stopped hitting her on the last pulsing, dropped it and pulled out his own erect thick cock. Alison twisted around and he yelped.

"Your tits! I want to come on your tits!"

He wanked his cock and spurted his cum right across her chest.

"Thank you" Alison quietly said. " For a first time your flogging was what I wanted. But next time please do it harder. I like to be punished."

"I can see were not going to get much fucking work done with that distraction!" The boss said to Rupert.

Rupert smiled. "I'm sure you'll get the shearing done on time. I can take her away if you like, then bring her when you've finished for the day?"

"On second thoughts I might play for a bit while the young ones work!" He grinned. "Who is she? She's fucking fit! Nice tits."

"Petes' wife, my subslut. She'll appreciate a dom like you." Rupert looked to Alison.

"This is going to fucking test you! He's totally trustworthy and I'll be here. Now enjoy it!" He bent down and slapped her already reddening arse

The shearer boss reached out and held Alisons' tits in his hands, like he was weighing them up. His grip tightened and he squeezed them.

"Like that? I hope you do because I'm going to fucking use you for the next hour. I see you like the flogger. Have you ever had your tits flogged?"

"No sir." Alison never took her eyes off his face. Her breathing became heavier. Her chest rising and falling quickly as she watched him pick up the flogger and swung it round and hit the table with a loud Thwack!

The next time his arm swung and the flogger splayed across her chest.

"ARGH!" Alison yelled out.

"What's that? you want more?" He quietly asked.

"Please. I do."

The flogger moved again at speed and red marks began to appear across her tits. He hit her again and she instinctively tried to pull away, but the reins held her.

Twice more he flogged her tits and each time she cried out and lurched backwards and each time she was held in place. Arms outstretched and defenceless.

He stopped hitting her and bent to her tits, biting and sucking each one.

" Properly marked now. Time for the magic wand!"

He picked the wand from the table, turned it on and slowly moved it from her lips, slowly down each nipple then gently towards her cunt.

"Gently or hard?" He mused partly to himself and partly to Alison.

Rupert, Harry and I had stopped breathing! we watched as he barely touched the inside of Alisons thighs with the bulbous head of the wand. Harry broke our silence.

"Fucking hell, he's a professional! Look at him teasing her."

We watched, fascinated as Alison was trying to lower herself onto the tip of the wand, but each time he lowered it an inch or so. the vibration was clearly getting to her because she was mesmerised and her eyes never left his face. She was, she told me later, trying to will him to hold the head on her labia.

Suddenly he removed it and brought it back to her lips. He turned it off.

"Lick it!" He ordered.

She swallowed to get some moisture on her tongue then licked the head. making sure it was really wet all over. He pushed it into her mouth getting more spit on it, turned it up and moved it down her body again, but this time moved it forwards and backwards across her cunt lips. Slowly as he moved the wand her hips began to gently thrust with the movement. Then he stopped again.

"Oh no! please dont stop. Anything. You can do anything. I want. No NEED to come!"

"Your slut is very needy Rupert. I think she needs to learn just where her place is."

He put the wand down and picked up the paddle. Sliding his hands over the leather.

"I dont know who you are, but you need to learn some fucking manners. You dont tell me what YOU want or NEED. You get what you are fucking GIVEN!"

With each emphasised word he belted her arse with the paddle. I dont just mean he hit it. He pulled his arm back and hit it HARD.

With each blow she shreaked. I was getting worried where this was going and for how long. Admittedly I was fucking rock hard, but still worried.

"Do we step in Rupert?" I asked.

"Trust Alison to know when she's had enough, and trust me I wouldnt do this if I didnt know him thoroughly. He's a master at giving discipline. Taught me and I watched him when he be worked on Clare from the shop. He knows when its time to stop. He's just testing her limits. Honestly, I've seen him do this before. She'll have the biggest orgasm of her life. She might pass out. But honestly Pete, she'll be so turned on. I'm so turned on myself, so's Dad and you!" That was true!

We watched as Alison sucked in air as he moved to hit her again with the paddle. Instead he stopped just before contact. But she cried out and lunged forward, expecting the hit that never came.

"Oh dear!" He grinned ar her. "Getting confident you know what I'm doing are you? Big mistake!"

"Sorry sir." Alison whispered. " I couldnt help it. Dont stop."

He grabbed her hair tightly.

"There you go again! Thinking you have some sort of say in this torture."

At that word Alisons' eyes widened and she gulped in. air. Her chest rising and falling quickly as she took in what he'd said.

"You heard correctly. This is torture. No cock, just pain and pleasure."

Torture! There's a word you dont think you'll ever hear in a sentence involving your wife! Fuck! How far had we come? was it too far? Or not far enough? I looked at Alison and the position she was in and seriously thought to put a stop to it. But as I looked at her, her expression was total concentration, looking directly at him and listening intently at his words. Her face and upper chest flushed with excitement, and she told me later fear. She made no attempt at all to move to try to get away. No safeword and no gesture to try to avoid what was coming. This was total trust in her judgement and the same of my friends. So I said nothing.