FARM GIRL

Shannon's eyes fluttered slowly open as she woke.
She moaned low in her throat and her hand rose instinc-
tively, trying to shield her eyes from the bright sun-
light streaming through the open window. She turned,
rolling onto her side, her back to the window as she
pulled the covers up around her head.

     It was a chilly spring morning, and the Nebraska
air was filled with the sound of the birds and farm
animals coming to life. Soon, she knew, her mother
would come to wake her, to get her downstairs for the
chores she had to do before breakfast.

     She yawned and stretched beneath the covers, then
rolled onto her back, bringing her hands up behind her
head. She stared up at the roof, pondering the tasks
ahead that day. She glanced aside at the clock and
sighed as she realized the time. It was five thirty.

     She flung back the covers and sat up, swinging
her legs over the edge of the bed. She sat a moment,
then stood up, sighing again, and padded across the
floor to the closet. Her full breasts jiggled as she
moved, but she was used to it and paid it no mind.

     She opened the closet and then reached down,
gripped the hem of her nightshirt, and pulled it up,
cross-handed, sliding it up her body and over her
head and shoulders with a single motion. She did not
pause to examine herself in the mirror which hung on
the back of the door. She was familiar enough with
her body and found no great pleasure in its sight.

     Besides, that would be wicked, and sinful.

     She pulled her coveralls off the hook and
stepped into them, pulling them up her long legs and
over her wide, womanly hips, then sliding her arms
in and jerking the garment up around her shoulders.
She reached down and grasped the zipper where it lay
above her abdomen, and slowly pulled it upwards.

     That wasn't as easy as it had once been, for
her body had thickened and grown over the past years.
She was no slender reed of a girl now but a full
bodied young woman with broad shoulders, wide hips,
and generous breasts.

     The fabric of the jumper had thinned some with
age, and in any case was too small and too tight for
her body, straining at the seams as she moved. It
was uncomfortably tight across the chest, squeezing
her ample breasts, hugged her round buttocks, and
dug up into her crotch.

     They couldn't afford another one, though. They
were a poor family, and it was all her parents could
do to pay the bills without her complaining about
wanting new clothes.

     She pulled on a sturdy pair of boots, did up
the laces, then headed out the door. She wore no
socks, nor underwear. She had some hard work ahead
of her before breakfast and the fewer clothes she
wore the less she'd have to wash later.

     She went downstairs, and smiled at her mother
as she came into the kitchen.

     "Good morning, Shannon,"

     "Good morning, Mother. Dad out already?"

     "Fixing the fence."

     Shannon nodded.

     "Mark is working on the tractor, trying to fix
what ever's ailing it. John's checking the south
field."

     "I'll go milk the cows," Shannon said.

     She pushed through the screen door and went out
into the yard, then walked across it to the distant
barn. Her stomach rumbled just a bit, but she ignored
it. Breakfast was still a couple of hours away, and
she had work to do.

     She milked the cows, then climbed up to the loft
and forked out hay for them to chew on. After that
she fed and watered the chickens and checked for eggs.

     She went back to the house and gathered the
sheets off all the beds, then went downstairs to do
the laundry. While it was in the machine she helped
her mother with the breakfast, then fed and watered
the dogs.

     After hanging the sheets up to dry she went
upstairs and stripped off her coveralls, then
stepped into the bathtub and turned on the water.
She let the hot water pour down over her, turning
her face up to it, closing her eyes as it splashed
off her.

     She shampooed her hair, then soaped up her
body. She was comfortable with it now, not uneasy
as she'd been when it had so suddenly begun to
develop. Her hands moved easily, casually over her
large, round breasts, soaping them up as she would
any other part of her.

     The soft, malleable meat shifted and flowed as
her hands crushed over it, rolling it from sidde to
side like gelatin. There was nothing sexual in her
actions, and indeed, Shannon knew nothing sexual
about breasts, except that dumb old boys and men
seemed to be fixated on them.

     Her mother said that was from when they were
babies and sucked on them for food, that they never
seemed to get over their fondness for breasts.
Shannon didn't really understand that. She'd been
breast fed too and she didn't see anything so
wondrous about breasts.

     Breasts were for feeding babies and nothing
more. Why the boys were all so hell fired eager to
get their hands, or even their eyes on them was
just one more puzzling thing about the male sex.
Even her brothers were fixated on them, to the
point that, after they'd caught her in the act of
changing for the dozen'th time she'd prevailed on
her father to put a lock on her door.

     She rinsed off and turned off the water, then
reached behind her and squeezed her long brown hair,
twisting the water out of it. She pulled a towel off
the rack and then flung her hair forward as she bent
over, sliding the towel around it and rubbing
vigorously.

     Her breasts hung down thick and heavy below
her, bouncing and swinging as she rubbed at her
hair. A flicker of annoyance slid across her mind,
but only a flicker. Though their size and weight
were a royal pain in the behind sometimes, she was
used to it.

     She straightened up, wrapping the towel around
her head and reaching for another. She roughly
toweled herself dry, or nearly so, then stepped out
of the tub and pulled her long terrycloth robe around
herself. She went back to her room and laid out of
her clothes, then sat down on the edge of the bed and
pulled off the towel.

     She brushed her long brown hair out, then, after
making sure the door was locked, took off her robe
and began to dress for school. She put on her thick
white panties, then slid her arms through the straps
of her heavy white bra. She pulled the cups up over
her breasts, then reached behind her and snapped the
thing together.

     She pulled the long, blue, flower print dress
over her head and then put her arms through it. She
let it fall down her body. It was loose, and fairly
shapeless, as decency and modesty called for, yet
light enough so she wouldn't cook as the air warmed
this morning.

     This would be her last year of school, thank-
fully. Then she'd be expected to marry and move out.
She wasn't sure yet who she'd marry. There were a lot
of likely boys around and her parents had their eyes
on a few they liked as well.

     It would be wonderful to be a mother, to have
babies. She shivered a little at the thought of how
that would be done, but tried not to think about it.
She'd be a married woman then, so it wouldn't be
sinful or dirty. Even the church said so.

     Growing up on a farm she knew exactly how it
was that babies came to be made, of course. The
idea of doing...that...with some boy was not just
scary, it was terribly, terribly embarrassing. She
was not looking forward to it. It was supposed to
hurt awfully, too.

     Some girls said it didn't, but Shannon knew
they were wrong. Only a few months ago she'd slid
her fingers down...there...and tried to ease one
inside that small dark slit between her legs, tried
to force it up inside herself. It had hurt and she
hadn't been able to do it.

     How a man was supposed to do it to her, to
push his thing all the way up her and rut her like
the dogs and pigs and cows did she didn't understand.
She'd even gotten down on all fours and tried to
push her finger in, wondering if the position, if
being on all fours, would make it easier to enter.
It hadn't. But she had felt ashamed of herself for
touching herself there for days afterwards, and had
gone to Church especially on a Wednesday so she
could beg God for his forgiveness.

     Well, no doubt her husband, whoever that
turned out to be, would know how it was done.
There was probably some kind of trick to it.
Shannon knew nothing about sex except what she
saw around the farm. None of the male animals
seemed to have much difficulty in mounting the
females that she could see.

     She buttoned up the back of the dress, then
stepped into her good shoes, brushed her hair again,
then headed downstairs for breakfast.

     Her father came in as she stepped off the
bottom stair. He greeted her, then headed for the
sink to wash up. Shannon went to the stove and
helped her mother gather out the rolls and put
them on plates, then carried them to the table.

     Her brother Mark passed her, slapping her on
the behind as he went to the sink to wash up as well.
She glared at him but didn't make anything of it.
John came in, then they all sat down and said grace
before digging in. 

     After breakfast Shannon walked a mile up the
long dirt road to the county road, where she'd wait
for the school bus. Half the time she got a ride,
though, if someone was driving past.

     The air was still a little chilly, and she
hugged her book bag tight against her chest as she
gazed down the road in the direction the bus would
be coming.

     She didn't see the bus, but did see a pickup
truck headed her way. Her eyes brightened and she
prepared to flag it down if it were anyone she knew.
As the truck got closer she backed away from the
road a bit, recognizing it as Bill Parker's beat up
Chevy.

     She didn't like Parker. He was a big, fat,
foul smelling man who drank too much and was always
staring at her. She had no doubt whatever what was
going through his mind as he stared either. The
man's mind was no doubt as dirty as his mouth and
clothes.

     "Hey there, princess. Give ya' a ride?"

     "Uhm, no thank you, Mr. Parker," she said
politely.

     "You's goin' ta school, ain't ya?"

     "Uh, yes, sir."

     "Then git yer behind in heyar girl!"

     "Yes, sir," she said. Shannon was long con-
ditioned to obey the orders of adults, no matter
what she might think of them.

     She got up into the cab of the pickup and
slammed the door, then gasped as it lurched forward
and picked up speed. She saw Mr. Parker turning his
head, saw out of the corner of her eyes as he looked
her up and down. She ignored it, but straightened
her skirt out, making sure nothing was showing.

     "You're one fine lookin' girl, Shannon," he said.

     "Thank you, Mr. Parker," she said automatically.

     "Yes, sir, one fine lookin' piece o' woman flesh,"
he said softly. "Bout time you got yersef married, 
ain't it?"

     "Soon," she said reluctantly.

     "Mebbe I'll talk to yer daddy," he sniggered.
"I could use me a wife to cook an' clean an' hep round
the farm. Could use her fer other things, too," he
leered.

     She looked away, embarrassed.

     "Yessirrr, could use one fer a lot o' things,"
he said, looking at her body again.

     She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her
fingers, not wanting to look at the dirty man, and
not wanting to say anything that would be impertinent.
She didn't want him complaining to her daddy about
her behavior else she was liable to get the belt.

     She looked up finally and frowned.

     "Where all are we, Mr. Parker?" she asked.

     "Takin' a short cut," he said.

     "Short cut? This ain't no short cut I know."

     "It's one I know."

     There wasn't any short cut. If there was she
would've known it. She turned and looked at him 
apprehensively. He didn't look back.

     They were on a dirt road, and as they came to
the end of it she saw a battered looking house, an
even more battered looking barn, and a run down
chicken coop. There were several broken and rusted
out cars in the high grass surrounding the buildings,
and litter was strewn about.

     "Thought I'd stop an take a leak," he said.

     "I think maybe I'd better walk to school," she
said worriedly.

     "Naah, you come an' visit with me, sweetie."

     He stopped the truck and turned to her, leering.
She tried to jerk open her door but the handle didn't
work.

     "Don't you touch me!" she cried.

     "Shut yer mouth and c'mere!"

     He dragged her out of the pickup, his hand firmly
around her arm as he hauled her towards the battered
looking farm house.

     "Let me go! I'll tell my daddy!"

     "You ain't gonna tell nuthin!"

     Shannon was a big girl, and she struggled wildly
with him, trying to tear herself free. A lifetime of
obedience and respect for adults made it impossible
for her to actually fight him, to punch or kick or 
scratch him, but she tried desperately to pull away,
and it was all he could do to hang onto her.

     Finally he lost his patience and backhanded her,
knocking her to the ground. She immediately tried to
scramble to her feet but he put his foot on her chest
and shoved back hard, and she hit the ground hard,
her head smacking against the hardened dirt.

     He jumped on top of her, growling and laughing,
his hands groping and squeezing her breasts as his
mouth pressed down against hers.

     "No! No!" she gasped.

     "Shut up, slut!"

     He backhanded her again, then gripped the front
of her thin dress and tore it open. She raised her
hands, trying to push him away and he backhanded
her a third time, making her cry out in pain. He
tore at her dress, exposing her white brassier, then
cursed, reached down into his pants, and pulled out
a small jackknife.

     He gripped the thick elastic and cut furiously
at it as she sobbed and moaned in misery and terror.

     Her bra cups came apart and her fat, thick tit
meat was exposed. He yelled in triumph and pleasure,
digging his fingers into the soft meat as her mind
was blasted with horror and humiliation. He bent and
bruised her lips with his own, trying to shove his
tongue inside her mouth.

     She sobbed helplessly as his dirty hands mauled
her breasts, and his foul breathed mouth mashed wetly
down on her own. She was stunned by the violence, and
horrified by her own lewd exposure, by the shock of
his hands on her breasts.

     He sat back, gripping her dress in his hands and
tearing it down all the way to the hem. She cried out
in misery as his hands gripped her panties. She tried
to grasp at them, but again his hand cracked across
her face, hurling her head back against the dirt.

     He jerked her thick panties up, lifting her legs
violently and tearing the panties down ad off, fling-
ing them into the bushes. She whimpered in terror,
trying to turn or twist away, to protect her vulnerable
crotch, but he jammed his hands between her thighs and
yanked her legs apart, then dove between them.

     He gripped her hair and jerked her head back
painfully, then bit down on her left breast as she
sobbed in misery. He fumbled at his pants, then drew
out his raging erection, pressing it against her
tight, virginal pussy entrance.

     She screamed hysterically at the sensation,
raising her hands and slapping despairingly at him.
He snarled, drawing back his fist and slamming it
into her jaw. She went limp, moaning nearly sense-
lessly. His cock pierced her tight entrance, then
thrust into her, stabbing up into her belly like a
spear.

     She gasped, then moaned weakly as her hymen was
ruptured, and his thick, bloated cock drove into her
to the hilt. Parker's body fell heavily onto hers
and his lips mashed against her own bloody mouth, his
tongue lapping and darting frenziedly as he ground
his hips into her bruised thighs.

     He began to pump, raising his ass high and
thrusting into her again and again as she lay there
sobbing. Her legs were wide, her arms laying flat
beside her head. She had given up any attempts at
fighting him as Parker grunted away above her, his
body rutting and jerking and grinding against her.

     She felt his big male organ pumping inside her,
going in and out, stabbing up into her belly with
cruel violence, but could do nothing about it. She
moaned and whimpered and closed her eyes.

     He humped faster and faster, his teeth and lips
moving over her face and throat, his hands groping
at her breasts or tearing at her hair, then he let
out a long, wheezing moan and collapsed atop her.

     He lay there for some seconds, then slowly
pulled himself off. He got to his feet and did up
his pants, leering down at her as she lay spread-
eagled below.

     "Come on, slut," he growled, bending and grip-
ping her by the hair.

     She cried out again in pain, grasping at his
hand as he forced her to her feet. He shoved her
towards his house, then gripped the remnants of her
dress from behind and tore them from her.

     He forced her into the run down house, then
went to a corner and drew out a long length of
chain. He wrapped it around her throat and pad-
locked it there, then padlocked the other around
a heating pipe.

     "Now you clean this place up, here," he growled.
"I want you to start on the floors, then do the walls,
the kitchen, and then the dishes."

     He dumped a bucket next to her, and found an old
brush, as well as some soap.

     Dazed, and whimpering, Shannon began to clean
the place. She had no choice, after all, for she was
frightened of the evil man. Her face ached, and felt
swollen from his backhanded blows.

     She had nothing whatever to cover herself with,
and felt intensely vulnerable and embarrassed as he
moved around her watching. She was forced to get down
on all fours to scrub at the floors, and knew he was
staring at her crotch as he walked around behind her.

     "You'd best get used ta this, girl," he snorted.
"This's what you was made fer, an' this's what you's
is gonna be doin' from now on."

     Shannon didn't dare answer. She was sure that
soon someone would notice she wasn't at school and...
and...

     No. Most likely nobody would do a thing. Nobody
was going to miss her until she didn't come home from
school.

     On the other hand, that could be a good thing.
Maybe it was possible she could conceal this
horrible, perverted attack. If she could only find
some clothes somewhere nobody would ever know the
shameful things that had been done to her.

     She had been scrubbing for about half an hour
when Parker came back into the room. Without warning
he dropped down onto his knees behind her and un-
zipped his pants. He gripped Shannon's hair, holding
her in place before him as he pressed his erection
against her sex.

     She shuddered violently, but made no move as
his cock drove into her pussy. His hand seized her
hips and he began to fuck her, rutting her hard,
riding her like the dogs and pigs she'd seen. She
could only kneel there and moan weakly as the man
pumped his cock into her snatch with hard, deep,
violent thrusts.

     His hands moved up and down her body, then
down below her chest to cup and squeeze her jiggling
breasts. He groaned in pleasure as he drove himself
into her, then came, pumping his jism up her belly.

     He slapped her ass happily, then got to his
feet and ordered her to get back to work.

     For the rest of the morning she continued
scrubbing, then did the dishes as he ordered. After
that she had to make lunch for them both, then get
back to work cleaning.

     He moved in and out of the house as she worked,
sometimes staring at her naked flesh, sometimes
fondling and groping her most private, personal
places, ignoring her shame.

     She made dinner for him, and herself, and sat
at the table with him as he talked quite casually
about needing to fix one of the fences tomorrow,
and the leak in the roof, and the sick chickens.
She didn't speak except when she had to answer a
question, and generally looked down at her plate.

     After dinner she had to take all his dirty
clothes and wash them...he had an incredibly old
washing machine, one that actually had a ringer.
She had to wash them, and all the bedding except
what was on his bed, ring them out, and hang them
on a clothesline out back. The chain reached just
far enough to allow her to stand on the back porch.

     She was exhausted by nightfall, and had
stopped caring that people would...KNOW..., and
prayed repeatedly for someone to come and find
her. Nobody did, though, and Parker unlocked her
chain from around the pipe, though not from around
her throat, and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

     He locked the chain around his bedpost, took
her into his bed, then put her on her back and
stripped. He shoved her legs way back against her
chest as he raised her ass upwards, then pressed
his cock into her pussy and drove it down to the
balls.

     He fucked her for long minutes, his cock pumping
steadily inside her, then he sighed and halted, rolled
over, and pulled the covers up.

     Just before dawn she was wakened as he climbed
on top of her and raped her again, though he didn't
take long this time. Then he got out of bed and went
to the bathroom. He unlocked he chain and led her
downstairs to the kitchen so she could make break-
fast, then took her back upstairs and locked her to
a pipe in the bathroom, ordering her to clean it.

     That took a couple of hours. When it was done
he came for her and locked her chain to the bed again,
so she could clean the bedroom. He had her get down on
all fours first, then raped her again before leaving.

     After a while he came and fetched her and brought
her downstairs, then out front. He took her over to
the chicken coop and locked her chain around a fence
there, then ordered her to clean the place out.

     He turned away and went to the barn, and she
started working on the chicken coop, but then she
noticed that the fence was very weak, and the post
could be pushed back and forth in the dirt. She
turned and looked behind her, then jerked the post
back and forth repeatedly until she could, with all
her strength, lift it a little ways up and slide the
chain out from under.

     She ran down the lane towards the dirt road,
trailing the chain behind her. It seemed a long way
to the dirt road, and just as she reached it she
heard the sound of an engine behind her. She screamed
and put on a fresh burst of speed, racing out onto the
road. She looked frantically in both directions, but
there was no traffic.

     Then Parker's truck screeched to a halt right
beside her. She ran into a nearby field but he was
right behind her, and after only half a minute's run
he grabbed a hold of her chain and yanked her back
right off her feet.

     She collapsed in the grass, sobbing miserably
as he came up to her and kicked her in the ribs. She
howled in pain, twisting away, and his boot slammed
into her other side, then into her ass, then he
dragged her up by the hair and marched her back to
his truck, kicking her ass several times along the
way.

     He flung her into the truck and drove her back
to his place, then dragged her into the barn. He
pulled her over to a work bench and jerked open
various drawers before finding a long piece of
leather, then dragged the whimpering girl across
to a tall post.

     He shoved her hard against it, so her jaw
bounced off and she saw stars, then tied the leather
tightly around her right wrist. He pulled her hands
around the post, then tied them together. He raised
them high and hung the leather over a hook on the
other side of the post that was well above her head,
then moved away.

     Shannon continued to sob miserably as he went
behind her and undid his belt. She turned her head
briefly to see him, then moaned and turned away,
trying to brace herself.

     Her father was a religious man, and he had
never been one to spare the rod. She was well used
to being beaten if she did something bad. But never
before had she been beaten like this.

     The first blow against her back almost drove
the breath from her lungs. The pain was shocking in
its ferocity. She screamed in pain, then screamed
again as the belt lashed across her shoulders a
second time. Again and again and again the belt
lashed across her shoulders and back, until she
hung from the hook, moaning, eyes mere slits.

     Only then did he cut her down and untie her
wrists. She collapsed, trembling and whimpering,
but he kicked her to her knees and made her crawl
across the yard to the chicken coop, slashing the
belt across her ass when she slowed.

     He stood over her while she cleaned out the
chicken coop, then made her repair the fence. When
that was done he made her crawl back into the house
and gave her a needle and thread to sew up all the
holes in his clothes and socks. He chained the chain
firmly against the pipe and left to work in the barn.

     She made him lunch, and after lunch was done he
bent her over the kitchen table and raped her again.

     She made him dinner, then continued with the
work he gave her.

     At bedtime he raped her again, riding her on
her knees for long, long minutes before collapsing
over her. Then they slept.

     The next day was much like the first two, except
she didn't try to escape. He raped her four times,
and on one horrifying occasion, pushed her to her
knees as he sat in his chair and made her take his
cock into her mouth. She almost threw up as he pumped
his cock in her mouth and made her lick and suck it,
but he slapped her repeatedly and yanked at her hair
until she obeyed. He pumped his gunk into her mouth
and she was forced to swallow it.

     The next day he only raped her three times,
because on the fourth occasion he had her lay on her
back, then he straddled her and put his thing between
her breasts, then mashed her titties around it and
fucked his cock into her cleavage until a thick mass
of white liquid spewed out over her breasts and face.

     The next day he only raped her twice, some of
the men and women from the nearby village came. The
women clucked regretfully as they covered the
sobbing girl with a blanket, while the men took
Parker to a nearby tree and horsewhipped him.

     She was taken home, but her parents didn't
speak much to her, and in her shame she stayed
pretty much in her room. The next day she was taken
by her grim-faced father to the doctor in the town
and he did all sorts of embarrassing things to her,
examining her privates and making her pee into a cup.

     She stayed in her room for the next several
days, then her parents came up and stood next to
her as she sat dully on her bed.

     "Doctor called," her father said.

     "You're with child, Shannon," her mother said.

     She looked up at her in disbelief, then turned
her eyes to her father. His scowl said it was true.

     "But...but what..."

     "There's nothing to be done for it," her father
said.  "You'll have to marry and do it now."

     "But...but...who?" she whimpered.

     "Shannon honey," her mother said. "You know no
decent man is going to have you now."

     Shannon dropped her eyes to her lap in misery.

     "I've looked over Parker's place," her father
said.    "Given a little more effort it could be a
decent little farm. I'll keep an eye on him an give
him a hand now and then till he gets it going proper."

     "Wha...what?" she blinked.

     "You'll have to marry him, Shannon," her mother
said firmly.

     "What? But I can't! He's horrible!"

     "He ain't no dream boat," her mother nodded.
"But you ain't got much choice any more. It's too
bad. You was made for better'n him. But he's what
you'll have to settle for."

     Dazed and miserable, she ignored her mother's
preparations for the wedding. There was no formal
church wedding, of course, given the circumstances.
But the reverend married her and Parker in her 
parent's living room, and she said a dull yes when 
asked if she took him to be her husband.

     Parker seemed happy enough about it, and made
lewd, obscene jokes to his friends as he got all
liquored up at the party afterwards. Then, clutching
her right breast lewdly, he led her out to his truck
and drove her back to his place.

     She moved like an automaton as he led her up to
his bedroom...their bedroom, and her eyes were hope-
less as he stripped and stripped her.

     "Seein' as you ain't hardly no virgin down
here," he sniggered, gripping her pussy. "I'm gonna
take your cherry tonight in another hole."

     Shannon had no idea what he was talking about,
but obediently lay on her belly as he climbed onto 
the bed. He spread her legs wide and knelt between 
them, then pressed his penis against her anus.

     Shannon's eyes opened wide, as did her mouth.
She couldn't believe at first what he was doing.
Surely he'd made a horrible mistake.

     "No!" she gasped. "Not there!"

     "Shut yer face, bitch," he snarled, his hand
cracking against the side of her face.

     Then he jammed his cock down into her anus with
a terrible, driving weight that made her scream in
agony, like she'd been impaled. She felt his male
organ deep in her bowels as his weight came down on
her back. 

     He fucked her ass long and hard, then laughed
and rolled over.

     She lay there beside him, not chained any more,
dazed by what had happened. She wanted to get up and
run but couldn't.

     There was nowhere to go any more. She was his
wife, and he was her husband.

THE END