Survival Instinct

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Hair and hay littered her open mouth which was gagging for air, moans languished in the air with every pump of the cock that filled her tight ass hole. The tears that meandered down her youthful plump cheeks hit the dry grass beneath her jostling figure that was being used by the massive man gripping her waist. Eyeballs were closer to popping from her skull as his rigid member invaded her back passage. He was in deep.

Jacinta’s disposition around the village was typically jovial, she was devotedly attentive to her duties in the cow barn. She awakened every morning rising with the sun to fill pails of milk for her employers to sell, her palms were strong and weathered. The ripe smell of dairy followed her throughout her life despite this her beauty around the locale was never questioned and second to none. Naturally this angered her employers wife who saw her as a maid unworthy of attention holding her in contempt whenever she saw her. Burning with hate as she stared at her butter churning every day from the family’s house, Jacinta was not at liberty to enter this space unless to deliver produce or given orders to clean for her betters. They let her sleep in the space above the barn. Sending her to rest nightly after being fucked bursa escort by her employer, animal dung and drying cum providing the stimuli for her dreams (nightmares) along with the dusty floor to rest her back on. Snuggled into her sack cloth blanket the only source of comfort in her simple life. As she is discarded and left to exhaustion.

Usually her master would fuck her and then return to his marital bed leaving her to rest alone amidst the animals. She never knew different to this life as a servant. Her Daddy died impoverished when she was sixteen and her only choice was to live off the charity of his best friend. The new masters wife noticed the strange attentions he paid to the girl growing jealous, her mistress ordered her to be whipped every Sunday to remind her of her place. Burning all her possessions aside from the one dress that shrouded her helpless little body and forced her to sleep in the barn. Despite this cruelty, she always respected her betters and served them diligently.

This morning was different.

The cockerel cawed as usual, her eyes peeped open. Sun creeping through the slats of the barn roof. An arm was holding her down by the throat obstructing her breathing. The bursa escort bayan expanse of her chest peeked through her bodice the laces having been torn open, her right breast fully exposed with her masters hand firmly grasping it convulsing as he slept in an alcohol impelled slumber after he had his way with her the night before. Unsure of what to do she could feel her heart rate increase in under her bones as awareness of him grew. Slowly she tried to wriggle from under her masters dense gigantic arms so as to begin her daily chores.

She stood tied the stays covering her boobs and began to descend the ladder. On the milking stool she began to perform her task massaging the white liquid from the udder – singing to her self to distract from her unfortunate life circumstances. Two strong hands landed on her shoulders. Silence.

Gasping, tilting her head to see the person above her she viewed him from under her eyelashes. Going to stand he pushed her back to her seat confused her went to open her mouth. He spoke.

‘No words from you. Whore.’

Lifting her over his shoulders like the pails she carried. Whiskey lingered on his breath, confused she allowed her body to escort bayan go limp. Given no choice she acquiesced to his manhandling and choked the wail building in the back of her throat. Bending her over a hay-bail next to the horses he held her by the spine took off his belt and rained strikes on her rear. Her high pitched cries could be heard from the house. His wife came out, smirking at her in her struggle against the unforgiving leather.

‘What’s this ungrateful thing done?’ She enquired of her husband pointing at the girl’s frame lazily.

He growled back working on injuring his charge further ‘Non of yours woman, go inside before I fuck her in front of you.’

Both women were at his mercy, the smug smile wiped from her face. She spat in Jacinta’s direction as the maid mewled in pain. Her large eyes looking towards the older woman in a silent plea for help from her sorry state. Grunting at her husband’s rudeness she turned toward the house to think of ways to torture the girl, jealous of the painful attentions her husband was raining down on the orphan.

So resumes our heroine being fucked in all of her holes. Used as an object and pain slut for no reason other than his desires from a life long of countryside repression. Kept existing to fulfil this older mans need to take out his misery on his domestic fuck slut. Jacinta certainly felt the brunt of his boredom and alcoholism having been shown no more respect than the dumb beasts she cared for.

Forever messy, forever abused, forever unfulfilled.

Poor thing.