Farm Fuck!
Jenny knew what she had put herself in for, she wanted everything off her boyfriend, she had not had sex for a week being away on a training course. He had promised her a new satin outfit for destruction in. She was now wearing it, a pale blue blouse with full sleeves and black satin skirt with belt. Stocking and suspenders, to finish off the task black high heels.
Her task, survive the farm course, as her man chooses, pig pens, the milking area, food storage, cow fields. Jenny has to face the lot. Oh, she wants verbal off him, a lot sexual degrading verbal. Jenny has become worse after meeting Heidi and attending Total Torment day. It's actually made her sexually stronger, she now wants more. Her man delivers in the sex department, it's the degrading, messy humiliation leading to the sex, that Jenny wants more of, a lot more of!
The weather forecast for the day is terrible to put it politely, strong winds, driving rain. Air temperature is about 15'c, its warm, but not that warm.
So it begins:
"Get out of the car, you fucking slut!" Jenny's man, points to the farm courtyard.
"It's raining sir!" Jenny softly replies.
"Get out of my car, you fucking mud wanting slut." Jenny's man was stern.
Jenny could feel the wave of emotion coming up her, the shouting and degrading made her tingle in all the right places. Jenny tried it on and went for a coat from the back seat.
"You can forget that idea as well. Get out there in that blouse and skirt, and wait for your next order!" He commanded.
As Jenny opened the door, she could see the rain bouncing off the farm yard, courtyard. The area had that smell, the odour of muck, mud, and other wonderful farm material!
Jenny climbed out of the car, instantly her satin blouse and skirt started taking a pounding from the heavy rain. Huge drops penetrated through the material, turning each area of the blouse, dark blue, from the bombardment. Jenny looked round at her man sat in the warm car, eating a Mars bar! Jenny turned and faced him, so her back took most of the heavy rain. The pounding weather made her blouse feel cold. She watched as her man puts a coat on!
"You bastard!" Jenny shouted.
"Pardon, farm fuck!" Her man replied, as he exited the car. Finishing his Mars bar.
"I'm not allowed a coat, so you should not have one!" Jenny complained in a bratty voice.
"Well, looks like we'll have to dismantle you, to drive this bratty behaviour out of you." He replied sternly.
He went behind Jenny, spun her round so she was once again facing into the pouring rain. Then cuffed her hands behind her back.
"God, yes." He heard Jenny mutter.
He walked behind Jenny pushing her along to the first large shed, yep the milking shed!
Daily Pinter:
Jenny walked somewhat quickly into the shed, she had no choice he was pushing her.
"Stand still, slut." He was once again stern.
Jenny looked round the shed it was big. It had several pens some with milking machines attached. Some machines were empty, others looked like they needed cleaning. There was also a conveyor belt in the middle of the shed, for moving feed along. On the right was a large drain, that had large iron grates that could be opened for washing the swill out of the shed. Jenny got a feeling she may well end up in the drain. BLISS! She wondered will he push it that far? The rest of the shed had metal pens for holding the cows in, when waiting for milking. It was somewhat smelly in here for obvious reasons! Jenny noted that one of the empty pens had a lot of buckets in it. What is in those buckets?
"Here have this!" Jenny's man laughed.
Jenny felt part of the Mars bar being rubbed into her pristine hair. All the sticky caramel as well, would take ages to get out! He stood behind her and moved in front of the first milking machine it still had some milk still in the bottom of it.
"On your knees, farm fuck!" He shouted.
Jenny dropped, she could hardly wait. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be wearing a stunning satin outfit, and about to be destroyed on a working farm! He pushed her forward slightly on her knees. Jenny watched as small hose, probably used to drain off the machine was put chest height with her. She had fantasies whilst in the hotel on the training course, about her man putting her through some disgusting messy humiliation, but nothing as disgusting or degrading as this. Sheer bliss.
"Ready, you disgusting satin, farm fuck!" He verbally abused.
Jenny did not reply, she was gasping inside to be dragged round the farm and utterly used as some kind of farm fuck. He did it. He opened the release drain on the machine. It landed all over the front of Jenny's blouse level with her breasts. Jenny smelt it, boy it must have been in there at least twenty four hours. The white liquid drenching her blouse stank to high heaven. He stole the moment and pushed her head under as well. Jenny was swamped in vile milk, her blouse front, right sleeve arm and neck.
"Urgh, god it's gone off!" Jenny tried to pull away.
"Shut up, several more to go yet." He barked.
Jenny was moved along on her hands and knees to the next one. Then forced to turn round so she was facing away from the milking machine, she knew the back of the blouse was to get hammered. Nothing she could do about, just accept her messy, stinking, vile fate and get on with it. He turned the release tap on. Milk flowed all down the back of the satin blouse. Yep, this is on the turn as well, seriously disgusting sour smell. He went round Jenny's side and pulled her hair back, putting her head under release valve. Glugging her in sour milk!
"Uuggghh" Jenny called. She looked down and saw the drain starting to fill. Again her thoughts turned to, god please put me in there.
"Turn sideways, farm fuck, slut!" He demanded.
Jenny turned sideways on, she moved on her knees next to the machine. She glanced up, again it was about a quarter full of milk. This one was going to drench her, no two ways about it. He positioned her under the tap, then switched on the release drain. The cold white smelly liquid started it's drenching process. Jenny looked down at her blouse, it was a wash with white liquid. This milk was not off, but the damage was already done from the earlier dousing's. He moved in with his hands and pulled the blouse open at the neck. The cold liquid flowed into the inside soaking Jenny's bra.
"EEWW!" Jenny spluttered.
He pushed her head back under the deluge, he moved her head round in a circular motion, making sure that her hair got trashed in the liquid. Then he pulled the back of her blouse open, the cascade flowed down her back, causing her blouse to stick to her. Jenny was cold, wet and smelly. Yet in Jenny's eye's this destruction was hot, steamy and getting her wet.
He pushed Jenny's head towards the floor.
"Stay facing the floor, you stupid, stinking, fuck whore!" One again he was stern.
Jenny could not help herself, she subbed. She adores it when they play and he is stern and destroys her. Jenny looked at her blouse dripping vile milk onto the shed floor. She looked round to see him going into the pen with the buckets in. He then started placing them in positions next to the conveyor belt. Jenny worked out what was next, the question is what is in those buckets? Her brain jumped back to the verbal abuse, she tingled in between her legs. Once more her brain wanted him to put her in the drain and dismantle her, with vile mess and degrading verbal abuse.
In a bit of a state:
Jenny remained on all fours looking at the shed floor, it was concrete and full of straw, mud and dirty water. She wanted to lie breast first in it. She did not, she knew she had to do as she was told. Being made to do things in a submissive manner, really turned her on. He moved behind her, Jenny could feel her ankles going into the shackles, walking would now be restricted.
"Feeding time for you, office fuck slut, I'm going to fucking dismantle you, your pristine office clothes are going to get destroyed!" He shouted.
Jenny looked at the floor, she did not speak, she was too busy getting turned on from the verbal abuse. The tingling sensation was starting to become a very slow burn. Her submissive side, slowly building, wanting dirty, destroyed, messy sex.
"Time for the conveyor, useless office cow. I'm going to fucking bombard you and that outfit!" Again his voice was commanding and stern.
"Spit on me." Jenny quietly gasped.
Why did she think it? It is so degrading to have somebody spit on you, especially your partner, yet she said it. The way Jenny felt he could put in the drain full of slop face first and take her arse.
He moved and pulled Jenny up by lifting her under her armpits. His hands moved onto her breasts and he had a good play with them. Jenny's nipples reacted, he could tell she already wanted him. Jenny noted he had taken his coat off, things must be getting a bit more hands on. He stood behind her, and walked her to the conveyor belt. Turned her round so she was at one end, her back facing the conveyor. As Jenny stood there, he did it. He spat on her, all down the front of her blouse. He did not speak to her. Jenny looked down, it looked disgusting, she was aroused, she wanted more.
"Lie down, on the conveyor facing upwards." He pointed to the machine.
"Make me!" Jenny blurted.
Jenny knew what she had put herself in for, she wanted everything off her boyfriend, she had not had sex for a week being away on a training course. He had promised her a new satin outfit for destruction in. She was now wearing it, a pale blue blouse with full sleeves and black satin skirt with belt. Stocking and suspenders, to finish off the task black high heels.
Her task, survive the farm course, as her man chooses, pig pens, the milking area, food storage, cow fields. Jenny has to face the lot. Oh, she wants verbal off him, a lot sexual degrading verbal. Jenny has become worse after meeting Heidi and attending Total Torment day. It's actually made her sexually stronger, she now wants more. Her man delivers in the sex department, it's the degrading, messy humiliation leading to the sex, that Jenny wants more of, a lot more of!
The weather forecast for the day is terrible to put it politely, strong winds, driving rain. Air temperature is about 15'c, its warm, but not that warm.
So it begins:
"Get out of the car, you fucking slut!" Jenny's man, points to the farm courtyard.
"It's raining sir!" Jenny softly replies.
"Get out of my car, you fucking mud wanting slut." Jenny's man was stern.
Jenny could feel the wave of emotion coming up her, the shouting and degrading made her tingle in all the right places. Jenny tried it on and went for a coat from the back seat.
"You can forget that idea as well. Get out there in that blouse and skirt, and wait for your next order!" He commanded.
As Jenny opened the door, she could see the rain bouncing off the farm yard, courtyard. The area had that smell, the odour of muck, mud, and other wonderful farm material!
Jenny climbed out of the car, instantly her satin blouse and skirt started taking a pounding from the heavy rain. Huge drops penetrated through the material, turning each area of the blouse, dark blue, from the bombardment. Jenny looked round at her man sat in the warm car, eating a Mars bar! Jenny turned and faced him, so her back took most of the heavy rain. The pounding weather made her blouse feel cold. She watched as her man puts a coat on!
"You bastard!" Jenny shouted.
"Pardon, farm fuck!" Her man replied, as he exited the car. Finishing his Mars bar.
"I'm not allowed a coat, so you should not have one!" Jenny complained in a bratty voice.
"Well, looks like we'll have to dismantle you, to drive this bratty behaviour out of you." He replied sternly.
He went behind Jenny, spun her round so she was once again facing into the pouring rain. Then cuffed her hands behind her back.
"God, yes." He heard Jenny mutter.
He walked behind Jenny pushing her along to the first large shed, yep the milking shed!
Daily Pinter:
Jenny walked somewhat quickly into the shed, she had no choice he was pushing her.
"Stand still, slut." He was once again stern.
Jenny looked round the shed it was big. It had several pens some with milking machines attached. Some machines were empty, others looked like they needed cleaning. There was also a conveyor belt in the middle of the shed, for moving feed along. On the right was a large drain, that had large iron grates that could be opened for washing the swill out of the shed. Jenny got a feeling she may well end up in the drain. BLISS! She wondered will he push it that far? The rest of the shed had metal pens for holding the cows in, when waiting for milking. It was somewhat smelly in here for obvious reasons! Jenny noted that one of the empty pens had a lot of buckets in it. What is in those buckets?
"Here have this!" Jenny's man laughed.
Jenny felt part of the Mars bar being rubbed into her pristine hair. All the sticky caramel as well, would take ages to get out! He stood behind her and moved in front of the first milking machine it still had some milk still in the bottom of it.
"On your knees, farm fuck!" He shouted.
Jenny dropped, she could hardly wait. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be wearing a stunning satin outfit, and about to be destroyed on a working farm! He pushed her forward slightly on her knees. Jenny watched as small hose, probably used to drain off the machine was put chest height with her. She had fantasies whilst in the hotel on the training course, about her man putting her through some disgusting messy humiliation, but nothing as disgusting or degrading as this. Sheer bliss.
"Ready, you disgusting satin, farm fuck!" He verbally abused.
Jenny did not reply, she was gasping inside to be dragged round the farm and utterly used as some kind of farm fuck. He did it. He opened the release drain on the machine. It landed all over the front of Jenny's blouse level with her breasts. Jenny smelt it, boy it must have been in there at least twenty four hours. The white liquid drenching her blouse stank to high heaven. He stole the moment and pushed her head under as well. Jenny was swamped in vile milk, her blouse front, right sleeve arm and neck.
"Urgh, god it's gone off!" Jenny tried to pull away.
"Shut up, several more to go yet." He barked.
Jenny was moved along on her hands and knees to the next one. Then forced to turn round so she was facing away from the milking machine, she knew the back of the blouse was to get hammered. Nothing she could do about, just accept her messy, stinking, vile fate and get on with it. He turned the release tap on. Milk flowed all down the back of the satin blouse. Yep, this is on the turn as well, seriously disgusting sour smell. He went round Jenny's side and pulled her hair back, putting her head under release valve. Glugging her in sour milk!
"Uuggghh" Jenny called. She looked down and saw the drain starting to fill. Again her thoughts turned to, god please put me in there.
"Turn sideways, farm fuck, slut!" He demanded.
Jenny turned sideways on, she moved on her knees next to the machine. She glanced up, again it was about a quarter full of milk. This one was going to drench her, no two ways about it. He positioned her under the tap, then switched on the release drain. The cold white smelly liquid started it's drenching process. Jenny looked down at her blouse, it was a wash with white liquid. This milk was not off, but the damage was already done from the earlier dousing's. He moved in with his hands and pulled the blouse open at the neck. The cold liquid flowed into the inside soaking Jenny's bra.
"EEWW!" Jenny spluttered.
He pushed her head back under the deluge, he moved her head round in a circular motion, making sure that her hair got trashed in the liquid. Then he pulled the back of her blouse open, the cascade flowed down her back, causing her blouse to stick to her. Jenny was cold, wet and smelly. Yet in Jenny's eye's this destruction was hot, steamy and getting her wet.
He pushed Jenny's head towards the floor.
"Stay facing the floor, you stupid, stinking, fuck whore!" One again he was stern.
Jenny could not help herself, she subbed. She adores it when they play and he is stern and destroys her. Jenny looked at her blouse dripping vile milk onto the shed floor. She looked round to see him going into the pen with the buckets in. He then started placing them in positions next to the conveyor belt. Jenny worked out what was next, the question is what is in those buckets? Her brain jumped back to the verbal abuse, she tingled in between her legs. Once more her brain wanted him to put her in the drain and dismantle her, with vile mess and degrading verbal abuse.
In a bit of a state:
Jenny remained on all fours looking at the shed floor, it was concrete and full of straw, mud and dirty water. She wanted to lie breast first in it. She did not, she knew she had to do as she was told. Being made to do things in a submissive manner, really turned her on. He moved behind her, Jenny could feel her ankles going into the shackles, walking would now be restricted.
"Feeding time for you, office fuck slut, I'm going to fucking dismantle you, your pristine office clothes are going to get destroyed!" He shouted.
Jenny looked at the floor, she did not speak, she was too busy getting turned on from the verbal abuse. The tingling sensation was starting to become a very slow burn. Her submissive side, slowly building, wanting dirty, destroyed, messy sex.
"Time for the conveyor, useless office cow. I'm going to fucking bombard you and that outfit!" Again his voice was commanding and stern.
"Spit on me." Jenny quietly gasped.
Why did she think it? It is so degrading to have somebody spit on you, especially your partner, yet she said it. The way Jenny felt he could put in the drain full of slop face first and take her arse.
He moved and pulled Jenny up by lifting her under her armpits. His hands moved onto her breasts and he had a good play with them. Jenny's nipples reacted, he could tell she already wanted him. Jenny noted he had taken his coat off, things must be getting a bit more hands on. He stood behind her, and walked her to the conveyor belt. Turned her round so she was at one end, her back facing the conveyor. As Jenny stood there, he did it. He spat on her, all down the front of her blouse. He did not speak to her. Jenny looked down, it looked disgusting, she was aroused, she wanted more.
"Lie down, on the conveyor facing upwards." He pointed to the machine.
"Make me!" Jenny blurted.
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