Chapter 2. Working for a new master
Michael doubted very much if he would want to keep the girl. He'd met her once
on a previous visit and thought her scrawny and probably illiterate. And where
would she sleep if she lived in? He'd cleared the second bedroom for use as an
office workroom. From the sound of things, they were expecting her to sleep with
him, perhaps get her pregnant and force marriage or a settlement. No way did he
want that. He'd met several girls that were only money grabbers but had
fortunately seen through them in time. Now he kept his real identity somewhat
secret. He looked like a student in well worn clothes, drove a battered
Landrover which was practical for being on the marshes and had given up wearing
a suit and tie. His mind was made up to kick the girl from the cottage as soon
as he arrived. "No small time farmer is going to foist their daughter on me!"
Michael muttered angrily as he parked the Landrover.
"Morning Sir." The glare in Mary's eyes belied the pleasantness of the greeting.
"Thank you for what you have done Mary, you can go home now. I shan't need you
here any longer. Go home." The abruptness of the greeting startled the young
girl. It the back of her mind she half expected him to immediately take her to
the bedroom and make love to her. Or perhaps rape her. That's what would have
happened in her Mills and Boon novels. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stepped
away from him and felt the seat of a chair touch the back of her knees.
Unthinkingly she sat down on the hard seat only rise again with a cry of pain.
"Please Sir, don't send me back just yet. I don't want to be here either but
......" Michael was stunned by her reaction. Her backside was obviously sore and
after what her parents had said, he guessed they had given her backside a
tanning.
"But what?" Michael prompted.
"Sir.... Well I'm sure you guessed. I don't want another thrashing."
"Tell me."
Mary gave her version of the previous day. "They want me to seduce you and get
me pregnant and marry me." Mary scowled at him, "You don't want that and I
certainly don't. I don't want to be here with you at all but they said if I
didn't do get to stay for a month, the thrashing I got yesterday would be
repeated tenfold." Tears now flowed freely from Mary's eyes.
"So you were going act like a whore and then rip me off. You know I'm only a
student?"
"No, I wasn't going to rip you off. I was hoping to earn enough money to pay my
fare to my elder sister Chris, and perhaps she would have helped me. She ran
away from home three years ago. She couldn't stand farm life and Mum's belt
either. I'm only here because of the belting I had, not because I want to be
with you." A hint of defiance came through Mary's voice even though she was
still crying.
"Did you expect to sleep with me? You must have seen I have only the one bedroom
and one bed now that I have converted the other two bedrooms into workrooms."
"I suppose so. Mummy said I would have to if I hoped to keep the job. I thought
perhaps I could sleep on the sofa but I guessed you would want to screw me so I
would have to sleep with you. I didn't want to. I don't want to." Michael could
hardly believe his luck. He'd been to several BDSM parties with his rich friends
and had quite enjoyed seeing women spanked and caned before being well and truly
fucked. Thoughts of training this girl ran through his mind. It would be lonely
on the marshes this winter so if.......
"Perhaps I should believe you but first I want to be sure the belting you had
was real or as bad as you're making it out to be. Drop your trousers and bend
over the back of the sofa."
"No, please. It is real. I swear it is. I can hardly walk or sit down at all."
"Well Mary, you might just as well go straight back home and get the rest of
your thrashing, if what you said is true. You supposedly came here to sleep with
me and you won't even bare your arse. Off with you. Go and annoy your parents.
You've tried my patience enough girl!"
"No Sir. Please Sir, please don't send me home. I can't face being whipped two
days in a row. I'll show you." Mary unzipped her trousers and lowered them. Even
through the thin material of her white cotton knickers, Michael could see the
vivid colours of the bruising as well as the exposed marks on her thighs. Yet he
wasn't satisfied. She had a small rounded arse, almost boyish and he saw the
opportunity to see more of it and glimpse the slit that lay between her thighs.
"Now the knickers," he ordered. Blushing with shame, Mary lowered the garment
and bent over the sofa when he indicated. Gently Michael touched her bottom and
then felt between her legs. "Well the whipping is real enough that's for sure,"
Michael remarked, now feeling sorry for the girl but continued feeling her pubic
area before suggesting, "So this is what the little whore was going to offer me
in exchange for a marriage contract. Nothing very different to what I've seen
before, in fact there's not too much there and no doubt a goodly number of other
boys have seen and used it."
"Oh no, Sir....."
"Stop the Sir business. I'm only a student."
"No Michael, no man has ever seen me except daddy when he beats me and no boy
has even used it."
"You're a virgin? Your parents are offering that to me?" Michael asked
incredulously. Mary nodded. "There must be a catch somewhere. Alright pull your
trousers back up." Did her parents know his real identity? Did the girl have
some hidden faults she wasn't showing yet? Disease? While watching her painfully
replace her trousers, Michael debated whether or not to allow her to stay and
decided to delay any decision for an hour or two. The Landrover needed unloading
and there were many other jobs to get done before he could settle in. Much of
the stuff for his stay he'd delivered on previous visits but now he was
preparing to stay for some months.
"Mary, you can help me until after lunch and then I will decide what to do with
you. I know you are not a very big girl and your arse is sore, but you're a farm
girl so I will expect a decent amount of help and a cooked lunch. "
Although small framed, Mary was strong for her size. Even doing the small amount
of work she now did on the farm, often involved lifting and moving heavy items.
Today though, lifting put a strain on her buttocks and made her wince each time
she picked up a box that was unexpectedly heavy. One thing Mary could do was
cook a meal and she thought this might make Michael look more favourably on her.
She was a farmer's daughter and knew the sort of meal outdoor men liked and
needed. From the ingredients unloaded from the Landrover and found in the fridge
she produced an excellent hot meal one that was far better than Michael would
have made for himself. Afterwards they sat around the range in the warmth and
drank mugs of tea. "Mary, how old are you?"
"Seventeen, nearly eighteen."
"What I can't understand Mary is, if you were subjected to these beatings at
home, why didn't you run away like your sister and get a job elsewhere?"
"I've no certificates, no qualifications at all. Christine got some GCE's before
they changed to exam system so she got a job locally. She put most of her money
in a bank account where my parents couldn't touch it and when she had enough she
moved up north." Mary looked down at her feet. "I was kept home too much to help
out with the cows to take any exams and after I officially left school, I looked
carried on with the cows and liked that but they were all slaughtered when the
foot and mouth disease came. I loved some of those cows. They had personalities.
Seeing them killed and burned really upset me and I made me depressed.
Afterwards I sat round and did nothing except help at harvest and other times
when they were busy and they forced me to work. Now I just see to the chickens
and the two pigs. They never pay me so I never have any money, except a pound or
two to keep me quiet when we go to a jumble or car boot sale in the village."
Tears again began to flow. I have thought of running away but it's five miles
walk to Tillingham where I might get a bus if I had the money for the fare. But
I didn't. I was just stuck here. In my depression I started reading a lot which
took me out of being here at least in my mind. My parents took it as a sign of
laziness and have decided they cannot really afford to feed me. When you turned
up to use the cottage they must have planned this. I hardly saw you before
today. I didn't want any of this and still don't."
Michael was quiet for a while, thinking how he might use the girl and turn the
tables so she was the victim and not himself. When he spoke it was slowly and
deliberately.
"It seems to me Mary, you have three choices. One, to go back home and take
whatever your parents dish out. Two, run away perhaps to your sister. I would
pay you a few pounds for your work today and you could come into Tillingham or
Southminster with me tomorrow and do a runner. Three, stay here but if you
decide on that, there are several conditions attached."
Mary looked up, part guessing sex would be one of the conditions. She'd read
about it often enough but never experienced it for real. Her imagination had run
wild at nights while her fingers played with her clit but never had she even
felt a boy's member. "I daren't go home, Michael and my sister lives in
Carlisle. That's an awful long way and the bus or train fare will cost a lot of
money. I would take that option if there was any real chance of my affording it.
That would be better than staying here as your whore!"
"But that's preferable to going back home? Are you sure your sister would take
you in?"
"No. I haven't seen or spoken to her since she up and left home three years ago
but I do have an address from her last Christmas card. I managed to get that
before it was thrown in the fire. At least I should have it if my things haven't
been thrown out already. Mum and Dad don't want anything to do with her since
she up and left."
"Have you a phone number?" Mary shook her head, no. "We could try directory
enquiries but my guess is she'll be ex-directory. Do you remember the address?"
Mary did and Michael tried Directory Enquiries but as he suspected, drew a
blank. He went on, "Well apart from just running away and taking pot luck and
most probably being turned into a prostitute in one of the big cities, on your
own admission we are really only left with option three, to stay here but before
you decide you had better find out the conditions. I don't really want to take
you in at all but thinking about it I've come to the conclusion it would be nice
to have a bit of young cunt available when I want it. I'm guessing it can get
pretty lonely out here." Michael deliberately used blunt language, knowing a
farm girl would be used to it. "So the first condition is that you are available
to service me sexually in any way I desire and at any time. We will take such
precautions as necessary to prevent pregnancy. I must though emphasise the 'in
any way and at any time' bit. My last girl friend was rather wild in her ways
and in her attempts to capture me got me hooked on some of her ways too. I found
I enjoyed somewhat kinky things we did."
"Seems as if I am going to become a prostitute anyway! Do you mean you will want
me to do things other than straightforward sex? Normal fucking? Perverted
things?"
"At least with me it would only be with one person, Mary. You wouldn't be
servicing ten or twenty strangers each day. I wouldn't call the things I like to
do, perverted, Certainly, I like variety in sexual relationships and they might
be what you might term perversions, although I just consider them variations.
Secondly there is to be no thought on your part that I will ever marry you or
that you will have access to any of my limited funds apart from what is
necessary to keep you and what I would pay you." Mary nodded. She had expected
that clause and knew she didn't want to marry him either but was still wondering
about the perversions. Some she could possibly guess at from her reading and she
wasn't too sure they would not be so abhorrent she would have to refuse to do
them. "Your parents also said I was to discipline you when necessary and I will
do so if I feel you are not doing your best or being recalcitrant."
"Thirdly, your parents said I wouldn't have to pay you for the first month, only
feed you and look after you. Thereafter I will pay you the minimum wage rate
minus a lodging allowance. This will mean you should be able to slowly build up
a little fund for the future. In addition," Michael paused, "Since you have no
qualifications or any skills for employment other than for farm work, if you are
likely to stay for more than a few weeks, I will train you a little in the use
of the computer and other things so you stand a better chance of getting a job
later. It will be up to you whether you want to take up that offer or just do
housekeeping chores around here. I will not force it on you especially as it
will cut into my own time. Now before I leave you to think about all this and
its implications and go and make a start setting up my computer system, is there
anything you want to ask me? Ask now and then you can have until three o'clock
to make up your mind to stay or leave. If you wish to stay, make a pot of tea
and bring it up to me."
Mary mentioned she did have some experience with a computer. They did have an
old one which was mainly used for their milk production records when they'd had
cows and now they used it more for the records of their quotas. She then queried
what would be expected of her during her stay and was answered only in very
general terms. Suddenly she asked, "Why did you lease this old house miles from
anywhere and what are you going to be doing here? From what Mummy said, it is
something to do with the birds that live here."
Michael was a little surprised that she didn't want to know more about her
treatment but explained, "As part of my thesis for getting my doctorate I am
doing a one year study of the wild life on these marshes. It will start in
January and run through to December and possibly a follow up study the following
year. It could end up with my being the warden for the site."
"Will you be studying the birds and animals or the whole range of insect and
animal life?" The question surprised Michael even more. This girl was more
intelligent than she had seemed. Or was it all part of the con? He answered her
truthfully.
"Well I would like to say, the whole range but for one person for just one year,
that is not practical so I will be concentrating on the birds and shore life
particularly the migratory birds that use the mud flats, but will include as
much of the land fauna as I can fit in. Eventually I would like the study to be
broadened. I hope to become an all round naturalist, write books and make TV
programs."
"I know most of the birds around here. Will I be allowed to study them with
you?"
Once again she surprised him. He hadn't suspected she had even a remote interest
but knew most farmers had a wide knowledge of the wild life seen on their farms.
"I don't see why not, provided of course it fits in with your other duties. Now
think carefully of your options. It's pouring with rain again and if you decide
to leave and it's still raining at three, I'll drive you home or to the
village."
Three o'clock and Mary dutifully brought Michael a pot of tea. Trembling she sat
the tray on a side table. "You decided to stay then Mary." Michael stated the
obvious. Mary nodded. "Go and find yourself a mug and pour the tea, then we'll
go and collect your things. Throughout the ten minutes or so they sat talking
and supping their tea, Mary felt Michael was watching her. He'd made her sit on
a cushioned chair opposite him and spread her legs. Even with the cushion the
pain was barely bearable but she sat as still as she could while he studied her
in a way she couldn't quite fathom. Their conversation was superficial and
didn't reveal what each was thinking. If only she could read his thoughts.
Putting down his empty mug Michael paused for a while, looking at her directly.
By no stretch of the imagination was she a beauty queen. Small, rather skinny,
not too much in the boob department, just about summed up Michael's evaluation
of her. Yet she had a fire in her eyes, that he found intriguing. Michael
decided to test her "Before we do anything else, I want to see what my new sex
toy looks like under all that clothing. The fan heater is on so strip and let me
see what you naked." Blushing Mary hesitantly took off her sweater and even more
hesitantly, her blouse. "Keep going," Michael prompted, "I want to see your
tits." Finally the bra revealed her small, rounded breasts. "Come closer." For a
while Michael played with her breasts and then suckled her nipples. Mary just
stood there, ashamed at what she was allowing him to do, uncertain as to how she
should respond but feeling an unfamiliar tingle in her loins, a tingle she
normally only felt when she played with herself in bed at nights.
"You're going to have to get used to being naked around me, Mary," and after
another brief suckle added, "You've no need to be ashamed of your body. It is
very nice. No fat but not as skinny as I thought. I think I am going to enjoy
it. Now let see what is under those trousers, I only saw the rear end earlier."
Knowing she had agreed to service him sexually in any way at any time, Mary
slowly dropped her trousers and knickers. "So far at least he hasn't hurt me,"
she said to herself. Michael fondled her dark blonde pubic hair that matched
that on her head and started to massage her clit. It wasn't long before she
became aroused and Michael could slip his finger inside her cunt. It was all too
much for Mary. Her muscles tensed and she stood rigid. "Do you have to humiliate
me like this?" she asked
"Relax Mary. Try and enjoy what I am doing. You must have done this to yourself
countless times." The way Mary blushed he knew she had. "What did you think
about then? A tall handsome lover screwing you hard?" Mary didn't answer. His
guess was near the truth. Michael turned her round and once more examined her
sore arse. "We'll have to look in the bathroom and see if there is any cream
that might take some of the fire out of that." Mary winced as he gently touched
some of the sorer places. He knew the thrashing she spoke of was real enough.
"Her parents must be very hard hearted if they treat a daughter like that just
to give her away," he thought to himself, "Perhaps they get a kick out of it."
"Now," he went on aloud, "I am sure you are more than a little interested in
what I look like. You'll want to see my prick." Mary wasn't too sure that she
did but was nevertheless curious. She'd seen a couple of boys when they peed and
the bull when he serviced the cows before they went over to artificial
insemination, but never a full grown man's. She didn't even get a good look at
her father's yesterday, too much of it was inside her mother. Mary guess the one
that was before her was decidedly erect judging from the bulge in his trousers.
"Unzip me Mary and take it out."
With very shaky hands, Mary managed to open the front of his trousers and
blushingly pulled or at least, released the rampant prick. For a few moments the
sight startled Mary. It was bigger and harder than she expected but she knew it
wasn't as big as the exaggerated descriptions in her novels. This was no
fourteen inches but it was a goodly seven. "How will he get that inside me?" she
thought. The look on her face must have told Michael her fears.
As if to read her mind, Michael spoke quietly, "Don't worry about the size Mary,
it will go in easily enough when you're good and wet. It has been in quite a few
girl's cunt's up to now and in not a few arseholes too." That shocked Mary even
more and she began to wonder further if she had made the right decision. Perhaps
running away would have been better. Michael laughed at her expression. "Don't
worry dear, we'll lead up to it gradually." He debated whether or not to take
her there and then but decided to wait. He didn't want to have a hurried fuck
especially if it was her first time. Finally he said, "You better get dressed
again now. We'll go to your place and pick up your clothes and stuff and you can
move in. Won't take long to clear a few drawers especially as I haven't unpacked
everything yet."
Jessie heard the Landrover pull up and, after looking out of the kitchen window,
opened the back door. "You bringing her back already?"
"No, just picking up some of her clothes and stuff."
"Didn't think you'd want her to have any," Jessie grinned as she let them in.
Mary had surprisingly little stuff, mostly plain serviceable clothes suited to
outdoor life and farm work, but stuffed out of sight in the space under the
bottom drawer of her tallboy, was a big collection of books. They left most of
the novels but took her three bird identification books. "They were all together
at the Tillingham Church jumble sale for 50p. I've had them for years.
Christine, had given me a pound to go with so I bought them" Mary explained.
Jessie and Joe both tried to find out if anything had happened between the pair
but neither gave anything away. As Michael carried the last load to the car,
Jessie came out with the leather belt. "You better have this," she said, "She
understands what you want when you use this." Michael threw it in the back and
seeing the fear in Mary's eyes when they were out of Jessie's earshot said, "I
will only use that if your behaviour is exceptionally bad. I prefer hand
spanking. I like the feel of my hand on a sore arse." It did little to allay
Mary's fears as she could remember the spankings received from her father.
Later that evening after a late tea, they sat around the open coal fire talking.
Each trying to find out a little more about the other when, out of the blue,
Michael demanded, "Strip for me Mary." She looked up in total surprise. "I said
strip my little whore. Were there words in that sentence you didn't understand?"
"No er no," Mary stuttered, "I just wasn't expecting it."
"Expecting it or not, doesn't matter. Get on and do it. Time for me to play with
my new toy. I presume you just finished your period?" Stutteringly Mary answered
yes, wondering how on earth he knew. Michael had actually noticed a smear of
blood on his finger when he examine her arse that morning. "Good, we can fuck
for a few days without worrying about contraception. For the second time that
day, and for the second time in her life for that matter, Mary undressed in
front of a man. This time she guessed correctly, her virginity would go.
"Please be gentle," Mary requested, "I've never done this before."
"I know that Mary, or at least I believe you haven't but we'll find out shortly.
Come and undress me. This time she saw all of him, not just his cock. Again it
stood erect and ready. "I know your arse is still sore and you will feel it when
I lay on you but that can't be helped. I will keep the pressure off as much as I
can but I am going to use the normal missionary position for your first time.
Lay down on the sofa." The sofa, an old fashioned piece of furniture with an
padded arm at one end only, had been in the house for many years. Both the back
and seat were well upholstered but the cloth had become threadbare in places and
was now covered with a thick rug that made it both comfortable and serviceable.
In a more elegant situation it was probably used for ladies to lie down for an
afternoon nap. Mary's would be the first fuck it had upheld for some time.
Michael knelt between Mary's legs as she reclined in a most unladylike pose. His
tongue found her slit and for a while he sucked and laved her cunt and clit
until the vaginal moisture flowed. Mary closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying
the sensation of a man's tongue for the first time. She was disappointed when
the tongue ceased it ministrations and Michael stood alongside her. Opening her
eyes she saw his prick head close to her face. "Suck it," Michael ordered, "Put
some spit on it to help it go in." Despite reservations, Mary did as requested.
Surprisingly she didn't find what little taste there was at all offensive and
began to enjoy the sensation of having it in her mouth.
Michael abruptly terminated her sucking, climbed between her legs and placed his
prick at her cunt entrance. Mary cried out as his weight forced her tender bum
down on to the springs and his prick pushed her tight labial lips apart. Rampant
with lust now, Michael pushed his weapon in further, then further still until it
hit the hymeneal membrane. "Virginity now going Mary," he shouted as he thrust
hard and his prick burst through the obstacle. Mary too cried out but for a
different reason. The sharp internal pain combined with the pain in her buttocks
seemed almost too much to bear.
"Michael, please, please be gentle." Her words went unheeded. Lust was in
control and Michael thrust deeper and harder into her body. Before he came
though, Mary's body started to respond but she failed to reach a climax before
Michael shed his seed within her.
"Perhaps next time will be better for you. Sorry, I got carried away. Been a
month or perhaps more since I had a good fuck and you certainly were that. First
virgin I've taken. Nice and tight. Real tight fit on my prick. I loved it." He
left his prick to soften within the confines of her cunt. Slowly withdrawing, he
once again bade her suck it.
"Oh no! It's gross!" Mary turned her head away. Without any warning Michael
picked up her ankles and laid two hard smacks on each bum cheek causing Mary to
howl with pain as the already tender flesh took the onslaught.
"Suck it!" Michael repeated. She almost hesitated too long. A micro second later
and her bum would have received another walloping. Instead, just as she felt his
hand touch her ankles so her mouth opened and took him in. He allowed her to
suck slowly for some minutes before making him lick his manhood from balls to
tip. In doing so it hardened again. Mary surprised herself by liking the sense
of power that enabled her to excite this man in this way.
"Now look what you've done Mary." Michael's voice was now good humoured. "It
looks like you have gotten him ready to go inside you again. Not often it
happens as quick as this. Open up those legs of yours again my little love
slave."
Mary, still sore from the previous assault, now began to worry that she really
had agreed to become a love slave to a sadist. "Please, Michael, I'm very sore."
"Not as sore as you will be if you don't open those thighs." Reluctantly Mary
opened them and again felt his prick enter. It went in slickly this time,
lubricated by the sperm and blood from her previous fuck and the saliva from her
mouth. Michael was more in control of himself too. He worked his cock back and
forth trying to give his partner as much pleasure as he could. It succeeded.
After only a short time, Mary instinctively humped back and felt a delicious
pleasure building inside herself. She climaxed with a cry. Michael kept
thrusting until Mary orgasmed a second time before he allowed himself to release
a second load of sperm into her womb.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it that time, Mary." Mary reluctantly slowly
nodded her agreement.
