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I awoke early the next morning with the early sun streaming in through the bedroom window, I lay there for a while trying to go back to sleep but my brain was too full of all my troubles from the weekend for me to relax. On top of thinking of the terrible things that had happened to me, I began to think about my job, knowing that my boss would soon discover that I hadn't turned up for work. Worse still I had a strange ache developing inside my groin and worryingly my nipples had started to throb madly. It seemed that I could hardly touch them they were so sensitive and when I did I found myself virtually convulsing in a horrible wanton arousal. I finally slid out of bed, I just had to do something about it and I rummaged through my case finally finding the pack of medicines I had brought with me. It seemed plausible in my confused mind that as I had missed taking the medication the previous day and as I had been told by the woman at the clinic to take them daily I now must be suffering because of that. With my stupid flawed logic, I decided that I should take a double dose of everything to catch up and perhaps that would ease my irritations. Still wearing the translucent baby doll nightie, I headed for the bathroom and took the tablets there. I swallowed the pills, then as I looked around I saw the welcoming shower and with a single tracked mind I stripped off the baby doll nightie and stepped in, turning on the cleansing hot water. I took my time, washing my body carefully and patting myself dry before I cautiously followed the instructions that I had again been given at the clinic, carefully rubbing the creams into my bare smooth now soft skin. It had become a daily ritual and somehow it never occurred to me of the feminisation effect that they were having on me, obviously my mind had been so effected and confused by him that I just couldn't think with common sense anymore. Naked I walked back into the bedroom keen to get dressed in male attire again. It was then I suddenly realised that in my panic at the shop yesterday I had forgotten to look for any men's pants! I searched through my case with increasing hopelessness before finally reluctantly resorting to pick out a clean pair from the pile of panties I'd thrown into the bottom of my bag. I could have kicked myself for being so stupid having never thought of getting male underwear at the shop. I had been so concerned about getting a pair of trousers and some male outer clothes that I didn't even think, especially with that weird woman stressing me out. Which just goes to show what a turmoil my mind was in. I pulled a pair of pink nylon panties up my smooth legs, a flush of unwanted arousal beginning to flow through me immediately as I pulled them up over my bum and they encased my tiny shrunken cockette. My breasts swung as I moved, I was shocked by how they had grown, they were real and as big as my wife's there was no hiding them now. They almost seemed to be growing daily leaving me with confusing mixed feelings of horrible frustrating hatred and a complete foolish excited arousal which only seemed to make my over sensitive nipples more erect and demanding. I picked up the bra from the previous day, I'd have to wear it, not that I wanted to. I just had to cover my nipples and hold my breasts firm or they would drive me insane moving against the material of my clothing. Putting it on however, only seemed to develop a weak submissive urge inside me, which I struggled to quell and ignore. I mentally shook myself to try and pull myself together, then I tried to focus on undoing the knot holding closed the big clear plastic bag full of the clothes I'd purchased in the shop. It took some picking to free it, for some stupid obscure reason, I don't know if it's just me, but I didn't want to tear the plastic of the bag. Eventually I got it open and I began to take out the contents one item at a time, laying each one on the bed, surely there had to be a t shirt and some trousers in there somewhere. Each item was individually packed in its own plastic bag and slowly I began to realise how perverse, strange and totally inappropriate many of the things were, yet I persisted with my search in hope. At last I came across one bag that seemed to have a shirt in it and I tore it open desperately wanting to at last put something on to cover up the bra which seemed to be constantly teasing me. It was a white blouse, but that was close enough it would have to do and I pulled it on over my head. It was only when I got it on that I realised how effeminate looking it was, in fact it was more like something a young girl would wear and worse still it was crazy to think that it actually fitted me. It had a wide open oval elasticated gypsy top which lay on my shoulders, fully revealing my neck, similarly there was an elasticated frilled hem at the waist which was honestly too short, hardly covering my navel. Suddenly in the distance I could hear an engine, I was sure it was the quad bike! I began to rush, rummaging now through more of the packages until I finally came across one that looked like I'd finally found some trousers. I ripped the package open and a pair of black trousers fell out, I was overjoyed but, they did seem rather small, that is until I looked closer. It was a pair of black leggings! I could hear the noise of the motor was drawing closer now. Perhaps the leggings would be ok, they would have to be and I quickly started putting them on. They seemed to stretch and cling as I pulled them up my legs, rather like tights but a little thicker material. I was beginning to panic as the sound grew closer still so I hurriedly carried on heaving them up to my waist. With my heart pounding I began to put on my sandals until I glanced at myself bent over in the mirror. I stopped, shocked, the leggings were almost translucent, I could see every curve of my bum and the shape of my panties beneath it! I could hear the bike pulling into the yard and I was getting more and more panicky. I had often seen my wife in leggings, she never looked like this, what had she done, what had she done? It suddenly came to me, she wore a dress over them but, there was no way I was going to wear a dress, that defeated the whole idea of wearing trousers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a package with something dark brown in it, I was hopeful. I opened it and inside was a brown pleated skirt. The bike stopped, I could imagine George getting off, he'd be knocking at the door any minute. Hesitating a second, I heard a noise downstairs, was he in the house? I couldn't let him see me like this, I just couldn't. I grabbed the skirt and pulled it on as quickly as I could, I had to hide my tightly clad bottom before he got in. I fastened the skirt around my waist, it came down to just above my knees, but it seemed to fit perfectly. Now all I needed to do was to find a jumper or something to cover my stupid top up with. Hurrying I continued to roughly take more packages out of the big bag when suddenly my bedroom door opened. I leaped in shock, the scream leaving my mouth in the shocked reaction. "Come on babe, git up, I wants my breakfast." George blustered into the room, eyes everywhere as he spoke. I tried to control my quivering voice, tried to be strong and tell him off. It didn't sound right. "What are you doing here George, do you mind, I am getting dressed." He took no notice. "I wants me breakfast, Pa said you was gettin it, I got to get out to see to the sheep and he'll be mad if I avent ad it." He was acting quite aggressively "I put the stuff in the kitchen for ya, now come on." I wasn't into confrontation and argument, I knew I had to be careful with my attitude to these people and I didn't have much of a choice. I took a deep breath, trying to tug the bottom hem of my blouse down in an attempt to cover the inch of skin between it and the top of the skirt, but that only pulled the neck down further on my shoulders. Then reluctantly I squeezed past him and headed down to the kitchen dressed as I was. He followed me, much too close for comfort and I could almost feel the boy's breath on the back of my too bare neck. "I as sausages, bacon an eggs wiv mushrooms an toast." I just nodded, starting to get the sausages cooking, I didn't want to open a conversation with him and I didn't trust him. He sat at the table, legs astride as he lolled back in his chair, not taking his eyes off me. It unnerved me, my hands trembling as I put the toast in the toaster. "Do you want tea or coffee?" I mumbled, hoping that my words would help to defuse the situation. "Pa gives me tea, but I wants coffee, he says it makes me nutty, so I wants coffee babe." I wished he'd stop calling me that, it was getting to me, after all even though I might not look like it right now, I was a man and I was ten years older than this kid. "Pa won't like what you're wearing babe, it looks daft." He continued. I blushed trying my best to ignore him and continued getting his breakfast. In truth I enjoyed cooking, I often did it at home and had done since I was a child, my mother had taught me and I'd loved helping her. Quite quickly I had his breakfast ready and was just putting it in front of him when the back door opened. George visibly straightened up at the table and I turned swiftly to see the old farmer kicking off his boots. I took a deep breath, I didn't want this to be a habit, all I wanted was to hide in my own space. "Good morning Mister Hughes, do you have the same as George for breakfast?" The previous day I had almost been whispering, my throat had been sore after the hateful Master had done unspeakable things to me, but today I had been left with a soft pre-pubescent tone which I had hoped would clear, not that I ever really had any depth to my voice. Mr Hughes noticed immediately, I could tell by his quizzical expression, but he said nothing other than to nod his agreement to my question. I carried on with my cooking, more prepared this time having cooked most of it as I had already made George's breakfast. Mr Hughes sat at the table opposite George and chatted to him a little, directing him where to bring some sheep, then he sat back and looked at me as I began to put the bacon into the pan. "What the fuck are ya wearin girl?" His voice startled me, it sounded like a loud exclamation. "It's ot as it is without ya wearin all that, yor sweatin like a pig." I was indeed hot and feeling quite uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to change until they had gone. "Why ya wearin a skirt an them trousers girl? Its fuckin stupid. Don't be such an idjit take one of em off." I froze unable to look at him "You eard me girl take the fuckin skirt off and stop bein a stupid bitch." He paused "NOW." His bark made me jump, I had always been slightly submissive, but the programming from the Master had developed that to such an extent that now I jumped in obedience when I was shouted at. Blushing beetroot red my quivering fingers flew to the button at the waist of the skirt. "Quick abat it afore me bacon burns girl." He had an aggressive assertion to his voice. Hurriedly, yet with trembling humiliation, I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, folding it nervously as I did so, my face burning with shame. "Ere give it ta me." He held his gnarled hand out and reluctantly I gave it to him. "Na git on wiv me breakfast afore it's spoilt girl." I turned back to the cooker, shaking, tears in my eyes, fully aware of my exposure to their leering eyes. Both Mr Hughes and George were staring at my bum, I could almost feel them, waves of humiliation and embarrassment running through me. They spoke quietly across the table, but I had no idea what was said, I was in a world of my own, trying to concentrate on the breakfast and to deal with my humiliation. It was all cooked quite quickly thank god and I brought the plate across to put it in front of the farmer. "Get me a cup a tea girl." I couldn't understand where the sudden aggression and orders were coming from. "George, you got ta git out to em sheep, now thank Leanne for breakfast boy." George stood up, grinning, "Thanks babe." "Nah George, I brought ya up to treat a girl proper, now give er a kiss an thank er properly." I was horrified, yet I knew he would do as his father told him, gritting my teeth I took a deep breath and reluctantly offered my cheek. He stood in front of me a second. "Well boy." Mister Hughes was eating his breakfast as he watched. "Thanks for breakfast babe." It was then I made my stupid idiotic fateful error, I turned in a natural response to tell him it was ok and that's when he kissed me full on the lips. I pushed him away quickly and he laughed. "See you Pa." he said with no other word to me and he went out of the backdoor. "Ya'd better git on with tha washin up girl." Mister Hughes nodded at the empty plates, his mouth full with the last of his breakfast. Still trembling I took the plates across to the sink and began to run the hot water, I was just beginning to wash the things, the bubbles up above my wrists when he brought his empty plate over and dumped it beside me. Then, much to my consternation, he stood behind me and I felt his hands touching my waist. I stiffened, he brought his mouth to my ear and he began to speak, quietly but clearly. "So, what is it then, is it Leanne or is it Richie?" I froze in my fear at discovery, my hands still in the water, my heart pounding madly. Slowly he slid his right hand around and under the waistband of my leggings. I jerked to pull myself free but he was far too strong and held me there as his hand slid down into my panties, seeking my penis. "What ave we here then? It's much too small to be a cock in't it, it's Just like a baby's? Or is it a lovely little clitty, is that what it is Richie?" I struggled to try and stop him but embarrassingly, his finger and thumb slid around my tiny, limp, yet tingling penis. Moving his fingers, he began stroking me gently, suddenly my knees felt weak and I sagged against the sink whimpering softly. "So, Richie, are you going to be a good girl for us or do I have to ring your wife?" With his left hand he pulled a mobile phone from his pocket and placed it beside the sink then continued moving his fingers over my cockette. "Tell me are you going to be a good girl." He paused, "Or do I ring her to tell her I've found her" he paused a second.... "Husband?" I gasped, not trusting myself to speak "What's it to be Richie, are you going to be a good girl for us?" I couldn't face her dragging me back to that evil Man, being forced into prostitution and god knows what, I just couldn't face that. This was blackmail, my life was passing before me, I didn't want this at all and I hated the idea of giving in to this lecherous old farmer, yet the feeling as he massaged my cockette was confusing me and making me weak. "What's it to be Richie shall I ring her, or will you be a good girl for us?" He repeated. I whimpered I couldn't stop myself. "Are you going to be a good girl for us Richie?" His voice was harder now, more aggressive. "Yss." The word slipped out before I could even think what I was saying. "Tell me then Richie, tell me you're going to be a good girl for us." His tickling, his teasing, was driving me mad. I couldn't control myself anymore. "I, I'll be a good girl for you." I whimpered His other hand slid up under my blouse, crudely pulling my bra up releasing my budding breasts, his gnarled hand sliding up over my left breast, his fingers closing over my throbbing erect nipple sending a jolt of electricity through my very core. "My, you are a real girly boy aren't ya, ya little slut, wiv lovely real titties too." I was a quivering mess, my body giving all the wrong messages, when I should have been protecting myself and shoving him away. He seemed in no hurry but carried on playing with me, making me shudder as he spoke against my ear. "I got a little friend who works in the dairy wiv me, where we milks the cows, hmm darlin?" He was gripping and pulling at my poor throbbing nipple as if to demonstrate as he spoke. "I'm sure you'd like to help too wouldn't ya hmmm?" I couldn't speak, I could hardly stand up. "He's a good lad, he soon learned to be a good lad when he started." He paused again, his fingers unstopping. "I haves him over the bench." He snickered crudely. "But then the misses caught me at it." He grunted in distaste. "That's why she fucked off an left us." He paused again still pulling on my nipple. "Good riddance to the fuckin bitch." He continued with his squeezing and pulling as I wriggled, the sensations driving me insane. "He's got a nice ass, not as cute as yours tho Richie, you've got a real fuckin sexy girly ass, ha'nt ya?" "An you bin teasin us wiv it all morning ha'nt ya, ya little slut?" I gasped I could hardly think and hardly understand what he was saying. Swiftly he pocketed his phone and then bodily picked me up, I knew that I had lost quite a lot of weight recently but I couldn't believe his strength. I struggled futilely kicking my legs for a few minutes, my pathetic hands pulling at his, trying to free myself from him, but he easily carried me over to the big farmhouse kitchen table shoving me over the end of it. "Lets av a real look at that pretty girly little ass of yors slut." With one huge palm between my shoulder blades pushing me down onto the table, he began to pull my leggings and panties down over my bum. "No, noo," I squeaked "Get off me, let me go." A crazy fearful panic gripping me. He stopped a second, just leaning his weight against me, holding me there as he rummaged in his pocket. The phone and a small white plastic pot appeared on the table beside me. "Shall I phone yor misses then slut, shall I tell er I've caught ya for er an er mates?" I squirmed against him, "Please, please don't" I whimpered in tears. "You gonna be a good girl slut?" I just sobbed. He picked up the phone. "Nooo, nooo, don't please." I wept "You gonna be a good girl slut?" Anything to stop him ringing, I couldn't go back I just couldn't. "Yss." I sobbed. He put the phone back on the table just by my head and picked up the pot, unscrewing the top from it. In a practised move, he replaced it on the table and with a sudden tug he had my panties and leggings halfway down my thighs. I jumped gasping, letting out a choked noo. His hand was in the middle of my back holding me down again, his other big rough hand sliding over and around, exploring my naked quivering bottom. "You got a fuckin real soft smooth girly ass, hant ya slut." Still holding me down with his left hand hard and heavy on my back he dipped his fingers into the pot, taking out a generous amount of white cream from it. In seconds he was spreading it between my cheeks, his thick finger easily working it into my puckered hole. Saturday's gruelling visit to Master had left its effects on me and almost immediately both the farmer and I realised it, as I opened too readily to his ministrations. "You bin had before hant ya, ya little slut? Yor cunt is beggin for Pa int it." Before I could stop him, his thick stiff finger was thrusting in and out of me, finding my prostate and stroking it, making me whimper and wriggle in a futile attempt to pull myself away from him. I don't know when he had taken his cock out, my eyes had been shut, but the first I felt was his stiff heavy heat sliding up between my cheeks. He moved his position and I felt his cock head pressing on my opening spasming hole, then weirdly I sensed before I saw that he had picked up the phone again. "Beg Pa to fuck ya, ya little slut Richie, come on beg me." He was rubbing his head over me in a terrible threatening, teasing violation, but there was no way I was going to do what he said. Suddenly I heard the phone calling, he had it on loudspeaker. "Noo, stop, please." I squeaked a leaden lump of fear quickly growing inside of me. "Beg Daddy to fuck you." He hissed I was in a total panic "Please fuck me Daddy, please." I gabbled The phone was answered as he entered me and I stifled my shocked whimpered gasp at his intrusion. "Yea?" it was a man's voice deep and uncouth. Mr Hughes stopped, holding himself just inside me, leaving me quivering in a mixture of terror and dreadful violation. "Can I speak to Mrs James?" He seemed so business like even though his cock was just inside me. "Who wants her?" the voice sounded coarse and arrogant. "Tell er its Mister Hughes from the farm in Wales." He inched into me a little more and I struggled not to squeak, I wanted to tell him to stop, to get off me, but I dared not speak. Another voice quickly came on the line, it was a smooth sophisticated male voice which I recognised immediately and it chilled me with terror. "Ahh hello, Mister Hughes is it? This is Richie's doctor, we are very worried about him, have you any news for us?" Mister Hughes thrust further into me driving a soft gasping moan from me and I put my hand over my mouth to suppress the sound. "Mrs James rang me yesterday an I promised I'd look down at the house an ring er back today." "Yes I know she rang, I told her to, have you found him? Is he there with you?" Mister Hughes began to pump slowly in and out of me, his curved cock rubbing against my prostate as he did so. I felt that feeling, the horrible Master had given me that same feeling and I knew that inevitably as he carried on, my insides would turn to jelly and I'd be lost once again. Mister Hughes voice seemed to reflect his exertion, "I've been down tha house an I aven't seen the man anywhere yet doctor, I'm walking back now, so you'll av to excuse me breathin." He began to gently increase his thrusts and I struggled to prevent myself from whimpering in response. "I understand Mister Hughes, but what Mrs James didn't tell you was that her husband will probably be wearing women's clothing, he won't look like a man at all! You see he is going through gender reassignment. We could see that he was." He paused. "Well frankly a sissy and we decided that it was best that he received treatment. He is in the midst of that treatment, so you see it is important that we find him quickly." It was all lies, well most of it, he was an evil bastard and even though Mister Hughes was ravishing me I prayed that he wouldn't give me away. "Looks like a woman you say? Dressed up lookin like a woman? Fuck sake" I was struggling hard not to whimper and moan, my mind twisted in a mixture of fear and the unbidden arousal he was forcing on me. "Yes Mister Hughes, he has been dressing that way a little while now, it is part of his gender reassignment. Have you seen a woman down at the cottage?" "Well I didn't see no one about doctor, but if it'll make you appier, a'll send me son down to search the house later, when e's finished his work." The old farmer was thrusting deep into me now and I was unable to stop my responding gasps. "Thank you, Mister Hughes, we are quite certain that he has gone down to the cottage and I'd be extremely grateful if you could find him for me. There would be a generous remuneration in it for you of course." The voice sounded so arrogant and commanding, it terrified me even as the old man thrust into me. "Ay ok, well I'll call agin if we find im." Mister Hughes panted, clearing the call even before there was any further response. He placed the phone back on the table beside me before gripping my hips and fucking me in a gradually increasing intensity, driving me over the top, a quivering clear dribble of my forced climax running down my legs. He finally came in a satisfied groan, his cock thrust deeply into me, the heat of his semen flooding my insides as he did so. He held himself in me for a few seconds as I wriggled in shameful horror at what I had so easily let him do to me, then he pulled his wilting manhood from me, leaving me feeling dirty and used. "So you eard the man, you'd better behave for us, hant you girl, or I'll be ringin that doctor of yorn. Now wipe yourself up, an git on wiv tha dishes." He tore a few sheets of kitchen roll from the roll on the table and flicked them at me, then, not bothering to put his cock away, he walked out to the hallway and up the stairs. I wiped myself as best as I could, throwing the sticky tissue into the Aga's fire before pulling up my panties and leggings. I was still weak and quivering, my heartbeat racing as I started back on the dishes. I heard the toilet flush upstairs and eventually his footsteps back in the hall. I thought he'd gone out of the front door then, because I heard the key turning. But he walked back into the kitchen, the key dangling from his fingers. "Ya'd better get tha house cleaned up and ya room tidied before we gits back for lunch girl, an don't worry cos I'm locking the doors to keep ya safe see." He began pulling on his boots as he spoke. That was my escape route, my heart sinking at the thought of being trapped in there. I struggled and finally found my voice, though it was weak and nervous. "But, I, I, wanted to go for a walk down to the lake mister Hughes." My voice sounded small in my ears. "I tole you to call me Pa from now on, you're my girl now, so call me Pa or I'll thrash ya, ya slut." I gulped, he was even more aggressive and it scared me. "Please, I, I, wanted to go for a walk down to the lake." I paused struggling to say it. "Pa." I finally whispered. "George can take ya down this afternoon if ya are a good girl for us. Now git on wiv ya tidying and make sure our lunch is ready at one." With that he strode out through the back door without a backward glance, locking it behind him. I waited until I heard the tractor rumble off then I rushed to try the doors, they were indeed locked, for the next half an hour I explored every avenue of escape, but the windows were all double glazed with security locks on them and frustrated, I eventually gave up. I glanced up at the clock in the hallway, it was eleven already, my heart skipped a beat, I had to tidy things or god knows what he would do. I rushed from room to room tidying things up fearful of his return until I was sort of satisfied that things looked reasonably straight. Then I headed upstairs, first in necessity to the loo, my panties were sticky and wet from his dribbling semen and I stripped heading to the shower again, standing beneath the boiling water to try and wash his stink from my body. In my bedroom, the clothes were as I'd left them, strewn all over the bed and the floor. Surely there was something less revealing in this lot. The first thing was to put on clean panties, my mind again immediately unstable at their touch and feel, then the bra, fat lot of help it had been, but I didn't feel like looking for another. I have no idea how long I rummaged and tried on various items in a vain attempt at wearing something half normal. In the end I put the blouse back on again and running down to the kitchen, the brown skirt I had worn over the leggings, it seemed to be the best of a poor choice for the most unsexy thing I could find. At least it came down to just above my knees and being pleated and flared it wasn't figure hugging like the leggings. I sighed unhappily looking at the feminine figure in the mirror in the hallway when I noticed the time, it was twenty minutes to one, I had twenty minutes to get their lunch, I was suddenly frantic. I don't know how I managed but by one o'clock I had a semblance of lunch on the kitchen table, cold meats, cheese, pickles, that sort of thing, with bread and butter. I was just boiling the kettle when the backdoor unlocked and George walked in. "Oright babe." He said smirking at me. A sudden idea came into my head. "Where is the key of the garage George, I need something from my car?" I tried to make my voice sound as natural as possible. He didn't even bother looking at me as he washed his hands. "Pa got it." He said. Plan B then, I made my way quietly to the back door, he seemed absorbed in scrubbing something off his hands. I turned the handle and opened it, then glanced backwards at him as I stepped through. "An where the fuck do ya think yor goin missy." Mr Hughes bumped into me as I stepped out, his hand closing tightly round my arm. I jumped in shock then gabbled the first thing that came into my mind. "I, I was just getting some fresh air Mister Hughes." I stuttered. "I tole ya to call me Pa, girl, now git inside an give me, me lunch." His voice was gruff and aggressive, his grip tight on my arm as he thrust me back into the kitchen. I tottered over to finish making the tea while he locked the back door then washed his hands, George was already sitting at the table that smirk still on his face. When the old farmer sat down, I gave them their mugs of tea, stupidly asking if there was anything else they wanted, then regretting I had. Throughout the meal, they almost totally ignored me, although George didn't seem able to take his eyes off me, which made me feel horribly self-conscious. Eventually they seemed to have finished and when Mister Hughes got up, I thought that he was going to go, but no. "Git me another mug a tea girl." It wasn't a friendly retort, more like an order and he headed out through the hall up the stairs where I heard him noisily in the toilet. "I wants one too babe." George chortled. "I likes seein you doin it." I ignored him but made them their teas again, putting them on the table just as the farmer returned. One glance showed me he looked angry as he pulled his chair away from the table and sat down. Her looked across at George. "What appens, George wen ya don't do somethin I tell ya ta do?" I relaxed a second, it must be something to do with George. George stiffened in his chair. "You gives me a beatin Pa." George's voice was suddenly quiet. "Yea George ya, gets a beatin, don't ya?" George nodded blushing. "So what do ya think I should do wen Leanne doesn't do wat I tells er ta do George?" I think it almost took as long for his words to sink in to George's head as it did to mine, with opposite reactions. George's face broke into a beatific smile and I froze in horror. "She needs to be spanked Pa." he grinned enthusiastically. "Yea George, she's been a naughty girl and we needs to spank er." I was starting to head for the door to the hallway when he stopped me, carefully placing his phone on the table as he spoke. "I tole ya to tidy ya bedroom girl, but ya avent its in a worse mess now, so like George says, if ya don't do as we says ya av to be taught to behave, hant ya?" He paused noticeably. "Or shall I ring the nice man?" Again I felt trapped, one way I would be spanked by him in front of his idiot young teenage son and in the other I would be sent back to the evil Master, with god knows what punishment and a life of threatened prostitution. He watched me carefully, waiting for me to make up my mind until I slowly tip-toed back to him. "Across my knees girl." He knew he had won and he pointed to his denim covered lap. Reluctantly I bent over him before he gripped me about the waist and pulled me over his knees, my feet leaving the floor on one side, my arms and hands balancing myself on the floor at the other. "There ya see George, now I'll show ya how ya spanks a naughty girl, come roun ere an watch." I squirmed the blood rushing to my head, my ears roaring more in humiliation than fear. I could sense rather than see George move, then I felt the old farmers fingers lifting my skirt. I began whimpering then, begging him not to, but he only spoke angrily "If ya don shut up I'll fucking gag ya girl, now shatap." I closed my eyes tight, trying to find a safe place in my mind. Slowly he pulled my skirt up to my waist, then slid the palm of his big hand over my panty clad bottom. "Feel this George, see how nice she feels through her little panties." I was in a burning hell of humiliation as I felt the boy's hand join his father's rubbing my bum through the soft satin material. I wriggled to get away but the old farmer held me tightly. "Now pull em down boy, real slowly like, pull em down to er knees an I'll show ya wot a real sexy sissy girl looks like." I couldn't stop my whimpered sobs, begging him not too, but George seemed only too keen to gleefully do as his father told him and he slowly pulled my panties down. I strove to keep my legs clasped together to hide myself from his embarrassing view, but Pa pulled them apart, with a dreadful ease. George letting out a gasp as he did so, my hell of humiliation deepening at the knowledge that George was seeing exactly what I was. "There see boy, she aint like them bitches in the village, with soppy cunts, moody cows. This girl don't av no moods she can be trained to behave an take cock anytime, this one is a prize sissy, boy. Now let's teach er a lesson so she knows she as to do as she's told." "Fuck yea Pa." George sounded breathless. "Take yor cock out boy, rub it as ya watches." He took his time spanking me, waiting a few seconds after each stinging stroke, then rubbing my bare bottom before he delivered the next one to my unsuspecting quivering cheeks. By the time he got to six, I was wriggling and struggling to get away from him a terrible heat building, writhing as I tried to evade each next one. By the time he got to twelve I felt broken and I was fully in tears, quivering over his knees my legs akimbo. "There, see boy, that's the way to break er, ya teach er so she knows who's boss, now she'll do anything we want." He paused for a few seconds his hand on my quivering bum. "Do ya want ta fuck er boy?" The words twisted a fearful humiliating dread in my head, yet I couldn't move, I was a sobbing wreck, my poor bum on fire. "Fuck yea Pa." His reply was instant and there was excitement in his voice. "Well ya already got yourself hard for er hant ya, now go to me jacket pocket an thers a jar of udder cream in there, fetch it ere." "Please." I began to sob, "please let me go...huhuhu......Pa." "Behave ya slut or ya'll have another hidin." His arm tightened over my back clasping me over his knees. "I got it Pa." George was bubbling in his excitement "Open it an hold it for me boy." He must have done just that as the next thing I knew the cream was once again being rubbed into my easily opening rosebud as I wriggled and squirmed beneath his vice like grip. "Ya, got to grease er up a bit first, it excites er an frees up er cunt for ya, see you can see iss openin oready." I could have died in hatred, fear and embarrassment yet the teasing of his fingers, covered as they were with the soft cream was making my insides tingle. "There now boy, rub yor cock agin er ole a bit first before ya push it in, but keep it real slow, when she lets you in er just stop a minute so she understands wots appenin before ya pushes it right in, understand boy?" "Yea Pa." George sounded breathless. "Go on boy, I'll old er for ya." I tried to wriggle away, to stop this hell, but I felt his heat then, rubbing and pushing against me. To my horror no matter how I concentrated I couldn't stop myself opening to the youngster. In what seemed like minutes, he was inside me fucking away like a rabbit, each thrust causing me to gasp and then I couldn't stop myself as I began to moan, my voice getting squeakier and squeakier as he thrust harder and harder. To my utter disgust he made me cum as he came, his stiffness and hot jets of semen deep in my tummy pushed me over the top and my poor cockette was suddenly dribbling unstoppably in submission to him. "Good boy, you bred er, she's yors now, well done." Mr Hughes sounded almost gleeful as the boy pulled out of me. "Good warnt she?" George was panting hard "Fuck yea Pa, fuck yea." Mr Hughes let me slip off his knees to the floor. "Pull yor knickers back up slut, then thank me boy nicely." I half lay and half kneeled quivering exhausted an emotional wreck and it took several minutes before I managed to pull my panties back up and finally stand, my legs hardly able to hold me up. "Now thank him nicely like ya bin told slut, or I'll tell im to give ya another spanking." I was in a histrionic state but I knew that I didn't want another spanking, especially by the boy. I swallowed hard, gritting my teeth. "Thnk you George." I muttered with a half sob. "Nah, fuck, will ya never learn ya stupid bitch, give im a kiss, proper like, that's the way we thanks ere." George was looking at me grinning as he tucked his cock back into his greasy jeans. I shuffled across to him and taking a deep breath I closed my eyes pursing my lips as I moved to try and kiss his cheek. "KISS IM I SAID SLUT." Mr Hughes voice made me jump and before I knew it George's tongue was in my mouth as the lad rudely kissed me with a bullying ferocity. He left me gasping then, my hand on the table to steady myself from falling over. "Ok boy, git back to em sheep, but I wants ya back ere by four o'clock. I wants ya to go up ta Leanne's bedroom an see if she's tidied it up, proper like. Call me on ya radio to tell me, If it aint tidy then ya gotta spank er again, if ya ave any trouble, I'll make a quick phone call, jus remind er, ok boy?" I was shocked and blushing at what he was saying "Yea ok Pa." George was still grinning, like the cat that got the cream "If she bin good and tidied up like she's bin told, then ya can take er for a walk down ta the lake, like she wants, unerstan boy?" It was as if I wasn't in the room "Yea Pa." George was nodding, more serious now. "Then I wants ya to bring er up ta the dairy, I wants er up there while we're milkin, by five thirty, unerstan?" "Yea, I unerstan Pa, Five thirty." George was heading for the backdoor. "An keep ya radio on boy, in case I needs ya." George nodded as he left. "Now slut, ya heard me, ya better be a good girl or I'll let George spank ya, I know he'd love ta do that, he might be a young lad but I can tell ya he's a strong boy." He made me nervous with his loud aggressiveness. "ys Pa." I mumbled "An tidy yaself up girl, George wants ya lookin real pretty wen he sees ya, get some makeup on an wear something real nice. I'll be askin im if ya are lookin sexy an if yor not there'll be trouble, unerstan girl." He was wagging his finger at me as I stood there trembling in my emotional hell. "Ys Pa." I finally managed to mumble He left me then, pulling on his boots before leaving, locking the backdoor behind him as he went.