The Purchase
Tom had purchased her while on a trip to the islands. At the time he had
wondered how it would work out. He had 3 other girls, but he loved the look
of this one the moment he saw her. She was thin, with long honey colored
hair and a bush that was the same color.
It wasn't only her physical appearance that caused his dick to rise and
throb, it was the look she gave him when she realized she was leaving "The
Farm".
She looked at him as though he were a god. None of the other girls looked
at him that way, ever. He paid a paltry $2000.00 for her and left for home
the next day.
The ranch he lived on was small, only 25 acres. Still, it was private, and
kept the girls from leaving. The electrified fence and dogs helped too, but
he thought that this new girl would never require such measures. He
re-named her on the first day of their arrival - "You will be called Chloe."
He gave Chloe new clothes and fed her regular meals and took her out
riding in the mornings. This is how it would be for the first 3 months she
was there. There would be no intimate contact. Tom knew he had to break
her in very slowly, as he wanted to keep her.
At night he would visit the others and take out his frustrations on them.
Nadia received a treatment with the boarbristle hairbrush the first night he
was home. He paddled her with it until little drops of blood appeared and
then he lodged the large wooden handle in her ass. He left her on the
floor, in a begging position while he went to get Jane.
Jane had been sleeping. He smacked her ass hard to awaken her and then
grabbed her arm and pushed her out of bed and down the hall. None of the
girls were allowed to wear anything to bed at night, so Jane's skin
developed goosebumps as they walked down the cool hallway.
When she saw Nadia, Jane begged and pleaded with Tom. He was in a bad
mood, Jane knew. She had seen the new girl from her window when Tom had
brought her home that morning. So she knew why he was angry. She knew he
was going to hold back from doing the new girl until she was broken in.
This breaking-in period usually lasted for a few days. Jane did not know,
that this time, there would be hell to pay for weeks and weeks.
Jane bent over Nadia while Tom left the room to pee. She stroked Nadia's
hair and spoke softly to her. Nadia's breasts trembled with her sobs, her
buttocks in the air, her knees and elbows on the floor, her face turned to
the side. Jane looked at Nadia's bottom. The tiny spots of bright red
blood, and the raw hot pinkness of her bottom screamed submission. Jane
bent down to Nadia and kissed her gently on the tracks of her tears, and
then full on the lips.
Tom walked in on this tender moment and flew into a rage. He whacked Jane
with one back-hand landing her solidly on the carpet where she tumbled and
was stopped by hitting the wall.
"Get over here Jane, now!" he yelled.
Jane belly crawled as quickly as possible to his feet.
"What were you doing Jane?" he growled.
Jane mumbled, knowing that it didn't matter what she said.
"What did you say?!"
"Sorry," Jane replied in a whisper.
Tom lifted one foot and stroked her cheek with it before he kicked her.
Jane landed on her butt.
"Get up Jane. Stand up. Turn around when you do."
Jane complied, standing quickly and turning so that her buttocks were facing
Tom.
"Bend over Jane." Jane bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, exposing
her naked pussy.
She was a bit wobbly, so he grabbed her roughly by the waist and placed her
across the foot of Nadia's bed. It wouldn't do to be paddling her and have
her fall over.
He tied her wrists securely behind her back with his favorite - the lace and
elastic trim cut from one of the girls panties. Tonights color was blood
red.
Then Tom pulled out his homemade paddle and began her punishment. Several
times as she appeared to be close to fainting, he would stop and gently rub
her bottom, speaking in a soothing manner. As she revived he would gently
kiss her face and then begin with the paddle again.
Each shot with the paddle his prick got harder, longer, thicker. It was
engorged and ready for something tight and warm and wet.
Finally, he could no longer hold himself back. He rolled Jane over, put the
foam block pillow under her head and neck and climbed on top of her. He
pictured Chloe as he rammed his enraged prick down Jane's throat.
She gagged and gagged, until he came, his juice spilling into her throat.
She gurgled and choked on his cum. There was so much of it, and it was
thick and white and it stuck to sides of her throat. After he withdrew, he
wiped his prick on her face and then got off of the bed.
He left the room, locking it before he went to his own bedroom down the
hall. "Ahh, Chloe," he thought, sliding beneath his sheets, "I am going to
save you until I just cannot stand it any more..perhaps even a year!"
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