Ruperts' farm Chapter 8

Clare walked into the loose box where Alison was kneeling on the straw floor with her arms outstretched, fastened with the leather reins. She bent down and kissed Alison firmly. Grabbing her breasts as she leaned in, her tongue swirling round Alisons'. It was fucking erotic! Clare just took over. She looked at Rupert and said the simple sentence.

"Is she mine now?"

Rupert, without looking at me said. "Yes, for the next hour she's all yours. But I only think it's fair you let the rest of us get rid of these hard ons we've got."

"Right. All eight of you stand around her and wank on her. That's your lot. Well come on! This is eating into my time." She looked down at Alison. "They can come in your mouth and on your body. No touching you. Just take their cum, hold it in your mouth and only swallow when I tell you. Got that?"

"Yes Claire." Whispered alison.

WHACK! A smack hit her on the face. "It's MISTRESS!"

"Sorry Mistress." Clare stuttered out. Surprised by the sudden smack across her face.

All eight of the men shuffled forward, undoing our zips and tugging our half and fully erect cocks from our pants. We all moved into a semi-circle and began wanking over Alison. She knelt there, her face and tits thrust out accepting the spunk shower she had coming. Over about two or three minutes she took cum in her mouth and on her body. She never spoke a word. Just knelt there as cum spattered her open mouth and tits.

"Show the fuckers their loads." Commanded Clare. Alisons' head turned from side to side showing us her mouth. The spunk sitting on her tongue and lips.

We all stood in silence and she swirled the cum around her mouth.

"Now swallow!" Clare instructed. Alison did as she was told and gulped down the cum. Clare stepped forward and scooped the cum from her chin and tits and put it to Alisons' mouth.

"Lick my hand clean please." Alisons tongue flicked out, like a cat licking cream, slowly Clares' hand was cleaned of the cum. "Swallow again!"

She did. "Now you lot fuck off! You can watch fro outside the loose box, but you don't come near her again. Wank there if you want to, but for now she is all mine."

Clare turned back to Alison.

"Let's get these reins undone, you must be exhausted." She undid the clips from Alis' wrists, leaving the cuffs on, but the reins on the ground. "Do you want a drink baby?"

"Thank you mistress." Alison gulped down the cold water offered to her.

While she was drinking Clare moved round and reached into a small bag she carried. She took out a bottle of, what turned out to be, scented massage oil and began to slowly pour it over Alisons shoulders and chest. She then began to massage it into her.

"This will relax your shoulder muscles and help to calm your nerves down. It's to prepare you for what comes next. Talking of which, have you come yet?"

"No Mistress. My Master said I wasn't too. Will you let me come please?"

"Of course I will precious one. But not for a while though."

Alison sighed. "Thank you. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Have you take over me from my Master?"

"I have control of you for one hour. You must obey me totally, as you would him."

"Then I accept your control of me. Please use me any way you like."

Rupert leaned in to me. The shearers and Cliff had walked away to carry on their work, but Rupert, Harry and I remained to watch the "Clare Show!"

"Pete, this is going to get very interesting! Clare will have her screaming with pleasure and pain. She knows what she is doing. She's a professional dominatrix for men and women. There's nothing about administering both she doesn't know. Alison doesn't know it yet, but I can pretty much guarantee she's never gone this far with anyone."

"Fucking hell." I replied. "THAT is saying something! I still can't believe what I've seen her take up to now. I need to sit down." Harry carried over a hay bale and we both sat down.

"She's fucking fantastic mate. You are so lucky to have her."

"I knew that before we got here Harry. But this has been beyond anything I could ever think of. I love watching her being used, but I still know my wife is in there somewhere."

"Have you noticed?" He replied, "She keeps looking over to you every time someone does something to her. Not to get you to stop it, but to almost get your approval. Rupert is her master, but she's definitely knows she is ultimately yours. I reckon she'd stop this in an instant if she thought it was hurting your marriage."

I gazed back to Alison and we both smiled at each other. Her attention was then taken by Clare bending down and sucking and biting her nipples.

"OH YES! DO THAT MISTRESS. FUCKING MARK ME, PLEASE"

Clare slowly sucked a large bite mark one each tit. just where they could be seen when wearing a low dress or blouse.

"Now people will know you're a whore!" Clare said as she lifted her mouth off her tits, replacing it with a cupped hand lifting them up.

" Please Mistress, I'm not a whore." Clare spoke softly. "I'm a slut. Whores do this for money. I do it for you and my Master."

"Good answer" Said Clare and moved her hand away from Alisons' chest and unclipped one of the reins from the wall. She threw it over the beam holding up the roof, and did the same with the other one.

"Stand up and put your arms over your head." Alison did as commanded.

Clare clipped one end of the reins to the wrist cuffs and the other round the rail behind Alison. She was now stood up with her arms held straight up in the air, like a letter "Y".

"Now open your legs wide."

Alison did that and this shortened her height so her tits pushed out more. Clare took out two leather short belts from her bag of tricks and fastened them to Alisons thighs. She pulled them tightly and fastened a brass buckle that pulled tightly round Alisons' upper leg. Then she too out a telescopic length of chromed metal and pulled it open and clipped each end to the leather thigh collar. She tightened a nut around the thread on the metal and this held Alisons' legs wide open. She then slowly pushed two fingers inside Alisons' cunt.

"Fuck! this is soaking wet!" Clare announced to the audience. "Watch this!"

She started to slide her fingers in and out of Alison, kissing and biting her throat at the same time. She was breathing words into her throat and ears.

"Fucking slut! Your cunt is so wet. Have you taken any cock in it today?"

"Some Mistress. But I never came."

"They fucking did though! It's like gravy in there! You fucking dirty bitch!"

Clare took her fingers, which very almost dripping with fluid and slowly wiped the tendrils off onto Alisons' lips. She put them back into her and again wiped them on Alisons' face. Putting them back into Alison she started to move her hand more quickly.

"Shall we go for three fingers, little cum dump?"

"Oh god YES! PLEASE STETCH MY USED HOLE!"

Three fingers were now sliding quickly and deep into Alisons' cunt.

Alison was now just hanging by her wrists from the beam. her knees bending, but her legs were help open by the metal restraint.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! HELL! FUCKING GOD!" Alison had no idea what she was shouting as Clare now pushed four of her fingers deep into Alison. She tried to turn and struggle against the reins, almost trying to spin round as she thrashed and lunged on her tip toes. Suddenly Clare stopped. Alison was gulping air into her lungs. Her torso was shaking uncontrollably,

"PLEASE DON'T STOP! PLEASE!"

"Of course I'm going to stop you fucking bitch!" Alison spoke softly to her." You were going to come, and you're not ready for the release yet."

"I AM! I AM!" She yelled. "I'M READY FOR IT NOW!"

"There you go, thinking I DO what YOU WANT!" Each shout was accompanied by an open handed smack on her tits and arse.

"Do YOU seriously THINK I'm SOME sort of FAIRY GODMOTHER? YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOY! Now say you're SORRY!"

"Please Mistress forgive me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Alison almost sobbed out the words. Her body still shivering and shaking as she hung by her arms.

"Good. Now you know how this is going to go." Clare reached in and kissed Alison hard on her lips. Gently biting and pulling each lip as she did so.

"I think we'll get some toys to play with."

She walked out of the loose box and went to the boot of her car. She came back with a long, thick vibrator, a small "thimble" type object, with a short wire to a wrist strap and a mouth ball gag.

"I didn't bring candles Rupert. I know Cliff wanted to use them, but I didn't think we'd got that far yet."

"Good call." Said Rupert. "I think I would have said no anyway. Pete definitely would!"

"Fuck yes!" I chipped in. "Burning her with wax is definitely not happening!"

"Fair enough." Said Clare. "And touching!" She laughed and walked back into the box.

"Seems your husband and your Master want to look after you sweetheart. Don't blame them, you're fucking lovely." She gave Alison another open mouthed kiss, their tongues playing with each other. Clare cupped Alisons' tits and pulled her nipples hard. Alison gasped and moaned.

"I love kissing you Mistress. Can I lick your pussy too. I'll do anything to you, you ask!"

"All in good time slut. But yes you'll be doing that soon enough."

"Thank you." Alison sighed.