The Country Girl - Part 3
by Jon
Sarah dominates.


Part 1 of this story is here:-

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/sarah01.txt

Part 2 is here:-

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/sarah2.txt

"I'm riding into town," Sarah said, swinging her six foot frame up into the
saddle of her black horse. She was in her late twenties, her face long and
good looking, burned brown by the wind and sun. "Don't try to leave. These
woods can be very dangerous. You must promise to stay here and mind the kids
until I get back."

"Okay," I nodded.

My host was the same height as me at six feet, but thin and rangy where I was
more heavily built at 200 pounds, but she had had no trouble lifting me. She
was wearing tight working jeans that displayed the shape of her long, hard
legs, and had put on a white shirt to ride into town in. "Be sure you don't
let me down," she said, turning the horse, "and I'll find someone to tow in
your broken-down car." With that she rode off down the track.

I looked round. I was alone on this lonely farm where my car had broken down
the previous evening. Sarah, the 28 year old owner of this land, lived here
with her two kids, a six year old girl and five year old boy, Dorothy and
Earl. She'd promised to help me out, and I'd tried to help her with some of
the chores, but the work here was hard. I'd found it difficult to keep up with
this vigorous young woman. What I wanted was to be on my way. I had a big
sales meeting scheduled in the city, and three hundred more miles to drive. I
was sure Sarah could have got me to town last night if she'd really wanted to.
But she had made me stay.

I walked back to the house, where the kids were waiting. It was nearly lunch
time, and I wasn't going to cook for the kids again. I looked down at the
couch on the porch where the thirty year old Joe lay. He was still unconscious
although twenty minutes had passed since Sarah had released him from her
powerful single-arm choke-hold. I shook him by the shoulders, trying to bring
him round.

"You shouldn't ought to do that!" the six year old Dorothy said, behind me.
"Mom says its dangerous. He'll wake up in a few minutes. Sometimes it takes
him nearly two hours to come round when mom puts him out."

There was an angry bruise round the 160 pound man's neck, where his employer's
arm had crushed him into unconsciousness before she'd carried him here from
the stables. Sarah was certainly strong. She'd only been toying with this guy,
and he was gone.

I paced impatiently in and out of the house as the kids stayed out of my way.
But it was another forty minutes before Joe at last began to grunt and
splutter. He seemed to be coming round.

"Ooooouugh!" he coughed. "Whuh? I feel terrible.. Where am I?." He looked
round as he began to remember where he was. "Owww!" he felt his neck.
"Everything hurts!"

He stood stiffly, opening his shirt to reveal large bruises on his stomach,
where Sarah's fist had jammed the leather bolster he had been carrying, hard
into him. There were other bruises on his back, where she had lifted him and
then slammed him onto the hard ground. "My neck." he moaned. "She's so darn
attractive, but so strong!"

"I've got to go," I said. "Look after the kids, will you?"

"But mom said you weren't to leave till she got back," Earl said.

"Your mom's not my boss," I said.

"If Sarah's told you to stay here, you should do what she says." said Joe.

"I couldn't give a crap what she says!" I walked.

I was looking for a garage, or a lift, cutting through the woods toward the
highway. But the underbrush was thicker than I thought. I had to go out of my
way a little. It seemed to be taking a long time to find the road.

It was then that I saw it - a movement in the trees ahead. Dark fur, four
legs, and a pair of sharp eyes. It was a wolf! I looked into the trees to left
and right. There were five more. I was surrounded on three sides. A pang of
fear ran through me. I couldn't get away. There was no way I could run fast
enough to escape them. I began to back away slowly. One of the wolves began to
move forward it's eyes upon me. Two more followed.

I kept facing them, I dared not turn my back. I was still backing away through
the long grass, but the wolves were getting closer. I shouted, hoping to scare
them. It had no effect.

Then the nearest wolf, a big grey, began a run toward me! The two behind it
followed. I looked for a weapon, even a branch, but I had nothing! The first
wolf was only ten feet away...

CRACK! A powerful crash echoed through the woods as something whined past my
ear. The wolf fell in mid-spring, its head blown apart by a single large
caliber bullet. Two more loud cracks came from behind me, and two more of the
grey wolves fell dead

"Back away slowly." I heard a familiar voice. I looked around to see a tall
figure on horseback about eighty yards behind me. It was Sarah. Tousled blonde
hair came down to her shoulders, and she was holding a rifle. She'd just put
two shots through their heads from that distance. she beckoned me toward her
as she urged the horse toward me

"Slowly!" She warned, still holding the rifle. "I don't want the rest of them
to attack." Without warning she levelled the rifle and her finger squeezed.
KROOM! The noise of the gun was so powerful, echoing fiercely round the
clearing. I looked back. Another of the wolves lay nearly dead, squirming on
the ground. A second bullet crashed into it, stilling it completely.

But the rest of the pack had now decided to attack, coming in from left and
right. They raced toward me through the long grass. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
BANG! The big gun kept on speaking, deafeningly loud, as Sarah sat steady on
horseback, aiming with sharp efficiency. I looked forward again as the wolves
howled and fell. Sarah's shooting was chillingly accurate. She aimed in a
fraction of a second, fired, then aimed again. Each bullet seemed to hit home.
I didn't see one that missed. Some of the wolves were moving really fast
through long grass, but it didn't save them. A charging wolf fell. Another,
running in from the right, took a bullet behind the ears and fell like a sack.

The big bullets did terrible damage when they hit. I'm sure they would have
felled a grizzly. Within a few seconds it was clear that the wolves had no
chance against Sarah. Two more had their skulls blown apart. There was howling
and yelping from some of the pack who hadn't been killed outright by the first
shot that hit them. There were three more loud bangs, and all were still. An
eerie silence fell over the forest. A last wolf was moving at the edge of the
trees. Sarah steadied her aim, then lowered the gun as it fled in terror.

I could see that she was really angry as she rode up. She reloaded, and
holstered her rifle.

"Get on the horse!" she scowled.

"I'm walking to town!"

"No. You're not." She slipped from the saddle right in front of me.

I tried to dodge her. But her long arms went round me. She bent, and hoisted
me up over one shoulder again, before I could resist. She transferred me to a
cradle carry, and then placed me over the pommel of her horse, hogtying me
before climbing up behind me.

Taking the reins, she rode up to the fallen bodies. There were eight of them.
"Look!" she pointed " I had to kill the whole pack - Just to save your hide!
I've killed wolves before, but never a whole pack at once like this!"

She'd fired 12 bullets and every one had hit its target, most through the
head.

She turned the horse and rode home

She untied me and slipped me to my feet, facing away from her. At once, her
rangy arms went round me from behind, pinning my arms. She straightened,
lifting me up to shoulder height, then letting my body fall back so that it
hung backward over her shoulder. Being carried like this really hurt! All the
weight of my body was pivoted on the small of my back. I cried out in pain,
humiliated, watched by Joe and her kids as she set me down on the porch.

"Did you make him come back, mommy?"

"Yes. I rescued him from some wolves."

"Wolves?" Dottie looked fearful.

"They won't harm us. Mommie shot them." she unholstered her rifle.

"Every one?"

"Yes. Just like those two bears I had to shoot last winter when they came too
close to the house." She pointed to two large rugs hanging from the wall of a
storage room. "There's nothing out there in those woods that your mommy can't
take care of."

"Why did you bring him back like that?" Earl asked. "You hurt him."

"He was naughty." Sarah turned away.

"So are you going to punish him?"

"That's not your concern, kids." Sarah stared at me." You can go home now
Joe," she added. "I may need you again on Thursday."

"Are you sure you don't need any help now?" Joe asked, looking at me.

"Just go home, Joe." Sarah said.

Joe nodded and left.

"Don't be too hard on him. mommy." Dottie said, giving me a strange look.

"Go and get ready for supper," she ordered. She picked up a telephone and
dialled. "Is that Abe?" she said. "Has anyone set out yet? Good. Cancel the
tow truck I ordered. My guest has managed to fix his car himself." She
replaced the receiver.

"Okay." she stood me up, saying quietly, "We're going where the kids can't
see." She led me down to the basement, shutting the door behind us. The room
was the biggest in the house, but it was mostly empty, with virtually no
furniture to clutter the open floor.

"Now we have something to settle," Sarah said, taking off her shirt to reveal
the white brassiere underneath, contrasting strongly with her tanned skin. I
could see the muscles on her rangy frame now. They were spare and hard. There
were squared washboard abdominals, flaring deltoids at her shoulders, and
long, rounded biceps that balled into small boulders as her arms flexed. I
watched the muscles snake and ripple across her tanned upper body as she
turned slightly away from me.

CRACK! The blow came so fast! Her stony fist sped round to crunch into my
side. "Oooowwww!" I howled in pain gasping suddenly for air.

Her face was stern. "You broke your word to me when I left you here with my
kids. You just walked off. You lied to me..."

Whack! Her next punch was immense. I could see her muscles harden, the way
they covered her whole body, but I couldn't believe she could hit so hard. It
sent pain blazing through my face. I saw lights, felt blood running down my
chin.

I still heard her voice, penetrating the pain. "You abandoned my kids for your
own selfish reasons." Before I could recover or protect myself, Whack. Whack.
Whack! She delivered three painful punches to my face, body and stomach. They
really hurt. I tried to fight back, but I was already giddy, stumbling, trying
to keep my balance, and I was hurting like hell.

It was no sort of fight, no contest, it was just a beating. I doubled over in
a blaze of agony as her left fist drove into my stomach. Then her right
crashed into my face real hard. I spun into the wall. Before I could move, two
blows tore into my back, below the ribs. I cried out in agony. It hurt so bad
I could hardly breathe. I turned around only for three more painful blows to
tear into my body. There was so much pain in every part of my body, I was
disorientated. Then her arms, so strong, just swept me up off the floor,
lifting me five, nearly six feet up, holding me up there, horizontal. Then
they just let me go. I crashed to the floor, hitting shockingly hard, moaning
in pain.

"Get up," she said.

"No! No more please!" I was shaking. I could taste my blood in my mouth, feel
it running down my face onto my jacket..

Sarah looked stern and unrelenting. "Get up," she ordered.

"No. Please. I'm sorry!"

She stared down ay me for a moment as if to judge how genuine my apology was.
Eventually her face softened a little.

"From now on you do exactly what I say, understand?"

"Yes." I nodded. I didn't dare risk displeasing her further. I was hurting so
bad. My whole body was one big source of pain. I'd known she was strong, but
this beating was incredible. She really knew how to apply her strength and
hand out some shocking punishment. I'd never hurt like this before in my life.
I was terrified she would hit me with those stone-hard fists of hers again.

"I'm going to suspend the rest of your punishment for the moment," she said,
to my enormous relief. "You're still due the rest of the whipping I was going
to give you. But in order to avoid it, you'll have to prove yourself to me."
She stretched her lanky arms and linked them thoughtfully behind her head. The
movement made her long biceps swell into chunky brick shapes that looked
almost as dense as marble. "You are going to stay here. You will do exactly as
I order, and work real hard. When I think you've learned your lesson, however
long that takes, that's when I'll give you permission to leave. Only then will
you cease being subject to my authority. Do you accept that?"

"Yes." I whimpered.

"During that time, any bad attitude and I will punish you again. Do you
understand?"

Yes," I nodded weakly. I was beginning to believe she meant business. I was
sure I'd hit her at least once, but there wasn't a mark on her. She didn't
even look mussed-up.

"Yes, ma'am," Sarah corrected me.

"Yes ma'am," I repeated

"Good," she said with satisfaction. "Now go up to your room and get cleaned
up. I don't want my kids seeing you like that."

Are you done yet, Mom?" Dorothy called down from upstairs.

"Yes, honey." Sarah climbed the stairs.

I found it hard to get back up. I was hurting everywhere. At first I thought
there had to be broken bones, I hurt so much. There were certainly dozens of
bruises, but I couldn't find anythng broken.

I crept upstairs to my room. I couldn't do anything else. Sarah was so strong.
I dared not disobey her. I had agreed to her terms just to prevent her hitting
me again. I'd agreed to be her unpaid farmhand for as long as she chose to
keep me here. I'd had no alternative. But I'd done it under duress. It was not
an agreement I needed to honor. Painfully, I washed and slumped onto the
narrow bed.

I was still covered in bruises when Sarah opened the bedroom door the next
morning. I was stiff, my whole body hurt, and I could barely move. My face was
bruised and swollen.

"I did a half-way good job, didn't I?" the tall young woman said, studying my
injuries, "I don't like it when people lie to me."

I tried to rise, but it hurt too much. "You hit so hard!" I moaned.

"Last night was only a taste of what I can do if I get really pissed off," she
said. "I once put a guy in hospital for eighteen weeks, just with these." She
clenched her fists. "Now you better stay in bed today. You're not fit for
work. You should feel better tomorrow. Meanwhile, I put your car in one of the
barns so nobody will see it."

I didn't move at all that day. The next day when Sarah came in, a lot of the
bruising had subsided. Even so, my body still hurt a lot.

"You'll live," she said. "You'll just have light duties today."

"I need more rest," I said.

"You heard me." Sarah frowned. Suddenly she bent and gripped the edge of the
bed. Her biceps swelled as she moved her arms upward, upending the bed, and
tipping me out on the floor, the mattress on top of me. "Oooooww!" I hurt all
over.

"Don't rile me." Sarah said. "I want to see you downstairs, dressed, in ten
minutes."

"Okay," said Sarah, when she saw me, "fix yourself some breakfast, then clean
the kitchen, sweep the place out, then do all that ironing," She pointed.

"Yes ma'am," I nodded.

I saw the two kids looking at me curiously. My new demeanor, and the bruises
still visible on my face must have told them what had happened to me.

"Don't leave the house," Sarah ordered. "No-one else is to come inside
either." She left me to my work and went across to the outbuildings.

For an hour I worked in the house while the children played. They ran out into
the yard to play ball. I went to look out the door.

"We'll have to tell mom if you go out," Dorothy warned. "You better do as she
says."

I retreated into the house. This was getting even worse. It seemed that the
kids could go outside, but I couldn't. I had less freedom than the
six-year-olds. But I couldn't rebel. I knew what Sarah could do to me now. I
still hurt from that last beating. I didn't want another. I had to obey - for
now.

A half hour later I saw the tall blonde come back toward the house. She was
wearing a thin tee shirt, her jeans tucked into tall riding boots.

"You can take a rest," she said, after inspecting my cleaning. "I'll let you
sit out on the porch for a few minutes. Bring some lemonade."

Sarah sat on a tall chair on the porch while I slumped into the old rocking
chair. Finishing her lemonade before me, she walked to the end of the porch
and began to slam some more heavy punches into the leather punchbag that hung
there. Again I was impressed by how hard she could hit. The hundred pound
punchbag bent, rocked and jerked beneath a sequence of powerful blows.

Suddenly Earl pointed and called out. "There's a truck on the way here,"

Sarah stopped punching and turned to look toward the road.

"Yes. It's coming this way," she said, turning to me. "I don't know who it is,
so I'm going to have to put you somewhere safe."

"What..." I began, but had no time to say anything more as she bent, slipped
her arms beneath the rocking chair, then picked it right up off the ground,
with me in it.

"No," I cried out, as I felt myself rising with the wooden chair beneath me. I
hadn't imagined she could do this. Her strength was dominating. I tried to get
out of the seat, frightened she would drop the chair and me, but I was already
too high as Sarah stood tall. She was cradling the chair's rockers at shoulder
height. Seated on the chair, I was much higher, almost dizzyingly high, my
head nine feet above the floor as she turned with me, the chair cradled in her
arms.

"Mom, you're so strong!" Even the kids were surprised. "I didn't know you
could do that!"

"I can do a lot of things, honey," Sarah negotiated the two steps down off the
porch. "And I get a little bit stronger every day." She was still holding me
and the rocking chair in that high cradle so that she could see where she was
going through the struts.

She carried me seventy yards across the farmyard, toward one of the big barns.
I was too surprised and afraid of falling to struggle so I had a good view
from this height. I could see a small truck coming up the track from the
highway. It was still about a quarter mile away, but it would be here soon. We
were approaching some steps leading up to an open hatchway with double doors.

Sarah's hold on the chair was still firm as I felt her carry me up the steps
toward the open hatchway. I rose higher and higher as the hatchway yawned wide
in front of me. It was then that I realised what was going to happen - but I
couldn't do anything to stop it. Sarah halted at the top of the steps, then
tilted the far side of the rocker, to tip me out of the seat I toppled in
through the open hatchway.

I gave a cry as I fell into the darkness, plummeting ten feet to crash on to a
deep pile of grain. I was shocked. Looking round I could see that I was in an
enclosed silo with the hatchway opening eight feet above me.

"You'll be safe there," Sarah was looking down at me, the wooden rocker still
in her arms. "I'll let you out later." She turned away and closed the hatch
doors, sealing me in my thick-walled prison. There was no way out, the eight
feet climb up a sheer wall to the hatchway was too high.

I swore. It was dark, but for a few thin chinks between the thick wooden
blamks that formed the grain store. I managed to squint through one of the
chinks as I heard the truck draw up. I heard the doors slam and something
heavy unloaded. I tried to bang on the wall, but the wood was so old and thick
it made hardly any sound. Ten minutes later I heard the truck start again and
drive off. She had stymied me .

Nine feet above me the wooden hatchway doors swung open. I saw Sarah looking
down at me. "Okay. You can come out now."

"How do I get out?"

"The same way you came in," Sarah said. She planted her hands on the edge of
the hatchway and vaulted through, landing on her feet beside me. "The grain
comes out a chute lower down," she said. "We'll have to climb out." She bent,
gripped me round the knees, then straightened lifting me high enough for me to
see out of the hatchway. I grabbed the edge, and struggled to pull myself out.
Sarah let go of my legs and jumped, her hands clamping on to the hatchway
beside me.

Then, flexing her long arms, she drew her body smoothly up level with mine,
then higher. I saw her chunky arm muscles thicken as she continued to press
herself up and out of the hatchway. She turned to face me, grabbing me under
the arms and hauling me up.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I got a delivery," she pointed.

I saw a large crate, about eight feet long by four high, out on to the ground.
She walked toward it.

"Whats in it mommy?" Earl ran up.

"Let's take a look." the crate was made of heavy planks nailed to a strong
wooden frame.

Sarah levered her fingers beneath one of the inch-thick planks. Bracing her
other hand against the crate, she pulled. There was a deep creaking as the
muscles of her arm swelled and hardened, then a loud tearing and cracking of
the wood, as her big bicep contracted. She simply ripped the crate open. The
plank split apart as she put it aside, tearing off the next and the next .

I watched her rip the crate apart with her bare hands. It was more convenient
than using crowbars. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the exercise, tearing
the big planks apart with her strong arms, telling me to pile the wood against
the barn wall. Wihin a few minutes the heavy crate was reduced to a pile of
timbers.

Inside was a piece of heavy machinery.

"It's my new generator." she said.

A metal plate said, Gross weight 148 pounds, but she just swept up the 150
pound generator in her arms and carried it in to the barn as I tidied up the
remains of the crate.

As I finished, she scooped me up once more in her strong arms. I began to
struggle.

"Don't do that," she said softly, "or I'll set you down right now, and give
you a couple of good hard slugs."

I stopped struggling at once. I really didn't want to feel those rock-hard
fists of hers again. Even two days after the last beating, my bruises still
hurt. She carried me back to the house and put me down in the kitchen. "Okay.
Get back to work. I want to see the rest of this house so clean, it sparkles,"
she said. "Don't come out until you're done."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.