Robert cursed as the engine of his BMW coughed again and finally died. He guided the car off the road, bringing it to a stop. He cursed loudly as he remembered driving past the gas station; the price had been high and he'd been sure he had enough gas to get him someplace more reasonable, but apparently not.
He considered waiting for passing help, but it wasn't promising. The gas station had been fifty miles back, and as the fuel warning light had come on he'd turned off the interstate onto a short cut that he'd thought would help him reach somewhere. He'd driven most of an hour since then, down increasingly smaller and more rural roads, without seeing another car. Chances are he could sit in here for the next couple of days without seeing anybody.
He checked his cell phone, more in hope than expectation. No signal.
He'd have to walk. Hope he came across some sort of house, something with a phone. He dug a notepad out of his briefcase and scrawled on it :
Robert Martin : out of gas here, just past noon on 06/13/2013. Have set off further down road to look for help. If you find this car and can help, will pay good money for assistance.
He left it on the dash and left the car unlocked before heading down the road.
An hour later he was wondering if this was a good idea. It must have been over a hundred, and the sun seemed to be sucking the moisture directly out of his skin.
When he finally spied a gate by the side of the road he almost cheered in relief. He went through it, spotting a large, ramshackle-looking farmhouse at the end of a longish dirt driveway.
The place looked deserted. A rusted pickup sat outside, and a nearby horse trough of water-
The thought hardly hit his brain before his legs took him running over. He practically stuck his entire head into the trough, sucking in water as greedily as possible. A distant part of his mind told him he was behaving like some common animal... but he didn't care.
"Hey mister," said a woman's voice.
He jerked up and turned, suddenly aware of how he looked. Sweat-soaked, covered in dust and dirt, and now soaked...
He was struck by her size. At 5'6'' Robert was used to meeting the occasional woman who was taller than he, but this girl must have been six feet tall, easily. She wore a pair of faded old denim overalls that left her arms and a generous portion of her chest bare, and a pair of heavy work boots. She was very heavily built ##" neither with fat nor with the kind of toned and chiselled muscle that gym workouts brought. Rather, she had lots and lots of the sort of beefy muscle that came from long, hard hours of physical work.
For a long moment they stared at one another. Then she spoke again. "I'm Danicah. This is my place, you're trespassing," she said matter of factly. "And stealing my water."
"Um, sorry about that," he said.
"Sorry's just a word that don't change facts," she said. She wasn't joking but she didn't seem angry either.
"Um, I can pay..." he said.
She nodded. "Good. We'll call it fifty for the trespass, ten for the water." She held a hand out.
Robert stuck his hand in his pocked and that's when he realised with a sinking feeling that he'd left his wallet in the car. He sighed. "Look, I had to leave my car a few miles down the road. My wallet is in it. I've got money there, but I don't have any on me, see. If you could help me out, then when I get the car back I'd be happy to pay you... a couple of hundred dollars say, for your trouble?"
"No money, huh. Didn't think so somehow." Robert flushed red at the implication.
"No, I have money-"
"Hush up," she said, and he trailed off. She seemed to think about it for a few seconds. "You can work it off by doing some chores."
"Chores?" He said weakly. "Um, I guess I could help you out a bit... spirit of friendship and all that."
"Yeah. You owe me sixty. The government man, he says I have to pay seven twenty five an hour, so you owe me..." her brow furrowed and she muttered a little as she tried to work it out.
Robert stared for a few seconds, then said "um... a little over eight hours. Isn't that rather a lot for-"
"Well, I'll figure it later," she said, clearly suspicious of his math. "But eight hours will do for now. C'mon."
She turned and walked off towards the windpump behind the house. Robert followed, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into.
The pump fed a large wooden tank. An indicator on the side showed it less than a quarter full. The windmill wasn't turning.
"It's broke," she said. She indicated a coupling at the base of the windmill. A long metal bar jutted out; a six foot wooden plank had been tied to it. "You turn that. Keep on turning it. Twenty times around is a gallon of water."
He stared at her, then put a hand on the plank and pushed experimentally. It was stiff, hard. He could only imagine the kind of backbreaking work that pushing that thing around and around would entail, especially in this heat.
"Um, no, I'm not doing that," he said. "Look, Ms Danicah, maybe I can do something for you inside... I dunno, wash some dishes or something..."
"Knew it," she said. "Think you're gonna welsh on it, huh. Well you ain't pulling no fast ones on me, Mister." She reached out and grabbed his arm, jerking him towards her and spinning him round. He grunted in surprise as his jacket was yanked from his shoulders and tossed aside. For all her size, it was shocking to experience how strong she was.
He turned, backing away and raising his hands. "Keep your hands off me!"
"Or what?" she said, stepping forward right into his personal space.
He slapped her.
For a moment afterwards they both just stood there, staring at one another.# A slow frown crossed her face.
"Look," Robert said. "I'm sorry, but-"
She stepped forward again, bending down, moving fast as her hands snaked around his chest and locked behind him. She smiled as she straightened up, lifting him right off his feet.
"Get off you crazy bitch!" He yelled. His arms were still free; he drew back and slapped her again, but she was so close to him, the position so awkward, there was no leverage to it and it was hardly more than a pat.
"First you come onto my land," she said. Her arms tightened and he gasped in shock and pain as he felt his chest sag. She was strong, amazingly strong. He pulled at her arms, feeling the thick cords of muscle beneath the skin. Her breasts were crushed up against his chest, but they felt hard, firm, unyielding.
"Then you steal my water." She squeezed again, even harder, and he made a strangled gurgling sound as his breath rushed out. He couldn't breathe in, couldn't draw any air, and he began to think that he might suffocate.
"Then, you lie about having money." She squeezed again, ratcheting up the force impossibly high. He felt himself crushed into her breasts even further, but he didn't have the breath to even moan. He could feel his ribs sagging; she didn't seem to be straining, particularly, and a cold certainty gripped him; she could apply a good deal more pressure than she was doing, enough to crush his ribcage and kill him. And there was not a thing he could do about it. "Then you agree to work it off. Then you try and get out of that."
She released him, and he collapsed into an untidy pile on the floor, gasping to draw breath. Danicah squatted over him, sitting on his chest, trapping his arms with her thick legs. He stared up at her, terrified.
She drew back and slapped him across the face. The blow was so hard that it rattled his eyes in their sockets; his whole head jerked to one side. She smiled, raised her other hand, and slapped him again just as hard.
"You get this into you head, Mister," she said. She slapped him a third time. "Till I get my money's worth out of you, you work for me. That means your ass is mine. You belong here, and the only thing you need to worry about is doing what I tell you, doing it fast, doing it real polite like, and doing it well. You do that, and you and me will get on fine. You don't do that, and you and me will have issues. And fella, I don't take well to people who try to mess me around. I don't take well to that at all."
She slapped him again, the hardest yet. His ears were ringing, his head throbbing. He wondered if she might actually break his jaw or cheekbone. Her strength was unbelievable.
She reached around and fiddled with his belt, unbuckling it. She fumbled with his trousers for a moment, but didn't seem able to undo them. With a frown she took hold of the material and yanked hard. The thin material ripped easily, and in a matter of moments she had shredded his trousers to rags and ripped them free.
Next she grabbed his silk boxers. "No," he wheezed weakly, but he was in no position to even try and stop her. She ripped them off him with one quick jerk of her hand, exposing him. She smiled, twirling the rags of his underwear like some trophy before tossing them aside.
She reached back and wrapped her big rough fingers around his scrotum, circling it at the bas to force his balls away from his body, trapping them in the little pouch of skin.
And then she squeezed.
He screamed. His body tried to thrash and buck under her weight, but her bulk pinned him in place. His legs kicked spastically as sweat poured from his body. He screamed and begged and pleaded and then screamed some more.
And she just squeezed and squeezed, relentlessly torturing his balls as she looked into his eyes and smiled a little smile.
After what felt like an eternity, she released him and leaned forward again. She reached up and slipped the denim straps of her overalls over her big round shoulders. The front dropped down, revealing a pair of big rounded breasts. Sweat dimpled their surface, a bead decorating each of the swollen brown nipples, and he could see a little rivulet dripping down her considerable cleavage.
"Ya got me going, Mister," she growled. "Time for a different type of fun!" She reached back again, and Robert moaned in terror, fearing more unendurable pain was coming. Instead, she took his cock in hand and began to stroke it slowly.
And amazingly, for all the pain in his aching balls, he began to respond. She brought him to full erection almost instantly, the pain from his aching balls blending with waves of pleasure from his cock as she fondled him. He cringed in humiliation. Seeing it in his eyes, Danicah laughed.
"Don't you fret yourself too much," she said with a chuckle. "Seen more than one man get a stiffy when I had to beat him down. Makes me wet downstairs too, as a matter of fact."
She stood and dropped her overalls, stepping out of them. Her body was naked beneath, revealing more huge slabs of hard muscle. He could clearly see the mass of blonde pubic hair and the pink slash of her pussy glistening wetly through it as she squatted over him. "Well I'm gonna get some use out of it," she said. "I'll give you a treat now."
It dawned on him just exactly what she was about to do. "No, please don't," he sobbed. "Not that, please!" He tried to sit up. She planted a big meaty hand on his chest and shoved him down easily, pinning him to the ground. "Please Danicah, I'll give you money, I'll do anything just stop!"
She ignored him as she took his hard cock in her hand and guided it into her sopping wet pussy. "Oh, shut yer noise up," she said as she sank down onto him. "Hmmmm, not a very big fella, are ya?"
She reached out and pinched his nipples between her fingers, squeezing brutally. "Come on, don't just lie there," she said. "Give it a bit of effort. Or do you need another whupping to convince you?"
He jerked up involuntarily at the threat, and she moaned as his cock thrust up into her. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that. Come on now, more. More, or else!"
Fresh tears in his eyes, Robert pushed up into his tormentress as she raped him with exactly the same relentless determination that she seemed to do everything else. Humiliation coursed through him as she rode his cock, taking her time, sighing with pleasure as she revelled in his degradation. He was rock hard, he could feel his balls tingling as he reached the edge of cumming ##" and that was even worse, for while it was the girl who was raping him, Danicah was in the end just some stranger. Powerful, yes, evil, yes, but he knew the world did not lack for evil people, and however remote they were in everyday life, there was always a chance that one would find you someday. But this... his own body was cooperating in his humiliation. It was the ultimate in shame, the ultimate in betrayal.
And it wasn't over yet. Danicah clenched her pussy on his cock and began riding him hard and fast, grunting with pleasure as she took possession of him through forcing him to penetrate her. She threw her head back, her strong body vibrating madly as her orgasm thundered through her... and inevitably, horribly, he felt his traitorous body pushed over the edge and jet after jet of cum spurt up into her.
She moaned in satisfaction, taking deep breaths as she slumped down on him. For a long moment she rested, the she stood up. He saw his own cum decorating her pussy, a little trickle beginning to slide down one thigh as she pulled her overalls up over it.
"Heh, not too bad," she said. "Knock a dollar off for that. Come on." Robert pulled himself up and followed her back to the pump, still naked apart from his shoes. She hunted around and found a length of rusty chain with a couple of padlocks on it. One end went through a hole in the metal handle on the pump, the other she looped around his neck, padlocking it with just a little slack. "There. That should keep ya. Now I'm going to go see if this car of your is there, Mister. When I get back you'd better have pumped a few gallons into the tank. If not..." she raised a hand and smiled threateningly and Robert paled.
"See ya later," she said and walked away. Robert watched her climb into the rusty old pickup, breasts still casually bared to the world, and drive off down the driveway.
He tried a few experimental pulls on the chain. It was thick and solid, links maybe an inch across. The rusty mottled metal was already chafing his neck... and the deadly afternoon sun had it too damn hot. But it was clearly not going to be coming off until Danicah unlocked it.
He thought about just sitting there; he was distantly aware that he must be in shock, and his body was bruised and aching. He needed the rest. However, the thought of Danicah coming back and finding that he'd done nothing... there was no telling what she might do.
Reluctantly he put his hands on the wooden plank and began to push. With a reluctant squeal the pump machinery began to turn, and he heard a slow trickle begin in the nearby water tank.
Round and round, pushing and pushing. For how long, he had no idea; an hour, two hours, maybe more. He could all but feel the sun steadily burning his skin, but there was nothing to be done about it; his chain was so short that reaching any kind of decent shade was impossible. So he sweated, and toiled, and slowly started to wonder if he was going insane in the heat.
Finally he heard her pickup returning. She parked up and marched across to him ##" she'd done her overalls up, he noticed.
"Found your car," she said. "Weren't no money in it."
"My wallet was in it..." he croaked. His mouth felt like water was a distant memory.
"Yeah, found that," she said. "Lots of plastic crap in it, couple of pictures. I kept those for ya." She patted her overall pocket. "You can have em later. No money, though."
"With the cards I can pay..."
She shook her head. "Can't pay for nothin' with bits of plastic here, Mister. Momma always said there's cash, there's work in place of cash, and nothing else is worth a damn. You owe me sixty bucks, and since you ain't got any cash you'll be working it off."
Robert was so frustrated he could feel tears gathering again. "But... I have a Visa. American Express gold card. We can go into town, I can draw thousands of dollars from any bank on those... I'll pay you you're fucking sixty bucks ten times over, you stupid bitch!"
Danicah frowned and stepped in close, her big hand snaking out and coiling his chain around it, drawing his face in close. "Men don't use cuss words to me, mister. And you don't call me no bitch, either. Not ever."
She swung her other hand around, landing a slap that almost knocked him out. He sagged, knees buckling, but her grip on the chain held him upright. Danicah reached over and unlocked the other end from the bar, and dragged him across towards the barn whilst he stumbled along, trying desperately to keep his feet. She handled him so easily, a distant part of him mind sobbed, like an adult dealing with a small child.
In the barn it was stifling, hotter even than the outside thanks to a corrugated iron roof that turned the whole place into an oven. Danicah threw him to the floor and walked over to the wall, returning with a rusty pair of garden shears. She dropped to her knees between his legs and took hold of his scrotum, yanking at it brutally and causing him to cry out.
She reached over with the shears, aiming for his crotch. Pure terror lanced through Robert and he began to thrash, desperate to escape. Danicah laughed at his ineffectual struggles, using his balls as a handle to hold him in place and she placed the base of his scrotum in the apex of the V between the rusty blades. Robert's eyes widened and he went very, very still.
"Oh god please, Danicah, please don't do this, please don't cut them off oh god please I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry I said the bad words I didn't know please please please don't do this oh god please stop please-" he was babbling incoherently, hardly even aware of what he was saying.
She looked at him. "Now you listen here, fella," she said. "I know you think you're better than I am. Probably rich, educated all to hell, all that stuff. But here's a whole new reality for ya; you owe me money and that means I'm in charge till I get it. Now I don't care if you like that or not. It's how things are. But you'll keep a respectful mouth on you, or I'll do things to you that will mess you up for life. Am I getting through to you, Mister? Is it sinking in?"
# Robert was literally shaking with fear. He had absolutely no doubt whatsoever that she would castrate him right here and now. "Yes!" He squeaked.
She searched his face for a long moment, as if deciding what to do. Then, to his infinite relief, she took the shears away and tossed them aside.
"You're mine, until we're even. Are we completely clear on that, Mister?"
"Yes," Robert whispered. His body began to shake as wave after wave of adrenaline and fear and humiliation swept through him. The woman didn't have a weapon, she hadn't drugged him, or tricked him, or blackmailed him... she'd simply overpowered him and violated him in the most obscene way imaginable, and nothing he could do had come close to stopping her.
"Awww, quit ya whining," she said. She lifted him bodily off the ground and threw him over her shoulder with a casual flip. She carried him into the house, going into the kitchen and dropping him down onto a chair. "I reckon we need some refuelling," she said, going to the refrigerator and returning with a plate of cold chicken. She dumped a handful of meat on the table in front of him and he wondered queasily just how clean the surface was. But he was so hungry that he only hesitated a moment before he started gulping the stuff down. It tasted surprisingly good.
Danicah smiled, watching him. "I'm a fair cook," she said. "Momma taught me when I was a little'un. Course we'll have to set a price. Let's say, oh, three meals a day, ten bucks a meal."
He stopped, staring at her. "What? You want me to pay for this?"
She laughed. "Well Mister, maybe food is free in big cities. Here we pay for what we get."
"But I'm working for you..." he said, horrified.
She shrugged. "Don't mean I feed ya for free, Mister. Nah, I figure ten bucks a meal is about right. And then there's sleepin. This here ain't no hotel, but I figure you can sleep in the spare room. Won't charge you more than thirty five a night for that."
"But..." he paused, doing a quick calculation. What had she said the minimum wage was, seven dollars twenty five an hour? "But that means I have to work nine hours a day just to break even," he said.
"Ah reckon," she said with a nod. "Probably more. I'll rent you some work clothes now yours are ruined. And there'll be other expenses along the way, soap and such, no doubt about it."
"But... how will I ever pay the money I owe you back?" He asked, aghast. "I'll end up owing you more the longer I stay here!"
"Shouldn't wonder at all, but that's the way it is," she said.
"You mean to just keep me here as a worker for your damned farm, don't you!" He said, outraged. "You can't do that!"
She eyes him and smiled a little. "Reckon you're not man enough to stop me," she said. He blushed at the reminder of his physical inadequacy compared to this woman.
"You can't keep it going forever," he said. "People will find out sooner or later... come looking for me, or just visitors who see me here."
She shrugged. "Before today I haven't had a visitor here in five years, Mister. Don't expect none either. But if people do come by I can always just stick you out in the barn till they're gone. Don't worry me none."
"I'll get away," he said angrily. "You can't keep me chained up forever. Sooner or later you'll make a mistake, turn your back, and I'll be gone. And when that happens you're going to jail."
She stood suddenly, the chair shooting out from under her. One big hand clamped on his neck and jerked him out of his own chair, into the air. He hung there, struggling feebly as she held him effortlessly in one hand.
"I warned you, Mister," she said. "You don't seem to get your situation. You owe me. You work for me. That means your ass is mine now. I told you to keep a civil tongue in your head and I told you what would happen if you didn't. And you didn't."
She walked to the door, kicking it open and stepping out into the fading light. Robert screamed in abject terror as she stalked towards the barn, desperately trying to struggle against her.
She threw him down on the floor, knocking the wind out of him. After a few minutes he regained his senses and looked up to find her holding a metal rod in a battered old oil heater.
"Just hold yer horses Mister," she said casually. "Take a few minutes to get this hot enough."
He lurched to his feet and tried to run. She was on him before he'd gone three feet, grabbing his bicep and sinking her fingers in deep. She dragged him back to the heater and pulled the rob out, examining the end. It looked like an old poker, the kind used for coal fires. She shoved it back into the flames.
"Please don't do this," he begged. "Please, you don't have to do this,"
"I told you what would happen if you disrespected me, Mister," she said firmly. "I'm a woman of my word. Momma always taught me that. You say something, you best mean it. You always keep your word."
She inspected the poker again and nodded. "Hot enough," she said, pressing it back into the flames. She reached over and picked up the shears.
Robert began to sob. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, couldn't believe the horrifying reality that he was about to be castrated by a woman.
She knelt down, grabbing his balls roughly and positioning them between the shears. "Please...." he whimpered one last time. "Please... I'll give you a million dollars if you don't do this..."
She looked up, surprised. "A million dollars?"
"A million!" He said desperately. "A whole million, I swear it!"
She seemed to consider, rolling the idea around her head.
"You know... my word's worth more than that," she said.
She shears closed with a sharp SNICK.
A bolt of absolute agony seared through his body as his scrotum was neatly severed, the shears slicing through the soft skin, the nerves, the veins and arteries, the sperm tubes. He jerked, every single muscle in his body going rigid as the pain roared through him.
Danicah tossed the shears aside and reached up, grabbing the poker. "You hold still while I cauterise you," she said.
The poker descended. There was a soft, long hissssssss as hot meal met damaged flesh and seared it. This time Robert found his voice and emitted a gut wrenching, soul searing scream.
She applied the poker again and again, ignoring his screams, determined to seal the wound. Finally she tossed it aside and surveyed her work, satisfied.
"There we go," she said. "Maybe that will teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head. And if not... well there are other things I can cut off."
She stood, picking him up in her arms. He moaned in pain as his legs moved, sending waves of agony through his groin. She carried him into the house again, going through to a small room with a dirty bed. She tossed him onto it and locked his chain to the head of the bed before stepping back to examine the sobbing broken wreck of a man.
"You can stay here for the night, Mister. Try not to make too much noise, I'm just across the hall there. You keep me awake all night with your blubbing and I'm like to get all mad at ya. You wouldn't like that. In the morning we'll see how you're healing up, see if maybe we can get some work out of you."
With that, she closed the door.
Robert huddled on the mattress, softly weeping.
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