Occupational Hazzards
Chapter twenty-five
Dana and I found the farm easily and arrived within 10
minutes of our pre-arranged time. The farm was a
well-kept truck farm with several acres devoted to
artichokes and melons. A note on the front screen door
directed us to the barn several hundred feet to the
rear of the house.
Juanita saw us arrive from the window of the loft.
"They're here, I'll meet them out front," she called
down to Aqua then scampered down the ladder.
I saw the barn door open and a pretty,
casually-dressed Hispanic woman emerged .
"Hi, I'm Juanita" she greeted us, "You're here to see
Aqua?"
"Right, I'm Travis and this is Dana--we met Aqua
during her show the other evening--want to see if we
could lure her away to work with us."
Juanita wiped her hands together as if to remove dried
dirt and said,
"I remember you, I dance with Aqua....my costume's
white...Aqua's inside."
Jaunita disappeared back into the barn and Dana and I
followed. We were greeted by the erotic sight of
Aqua's nude, glistening form dangling in the air. Her
voluptuous body, bound in the rope suspension,
glistened in the bright orange light of the impending
sunset. The sweat covering her body made it shine as
if she had been oiled. Her hair was soaked with sweat
and hugged to her scalp, giving us a clear view of her
fine features and delicate ears.
"How beautiful," Dana breathed.
Aqua's body quivered and shook with the spasms of
muscles
strained to the limit when she heard Dana's voice.
Juanita reached out and touched Aqua's head. The woman
jumped when touched ; it was as if
she had been hit with an electrical shock. She ran her
fingers along Aqua's back and then traced her athletic
leg to the sweat pooling in the back of her knee.
"Would you care to feel?" Juanita asked us.
I ran his hand forward to Aqua's well rounded buttocks
and onto her smooth back. Kneeling, I traced my
fingertips over the trembling muscles of her stomach
to the breasts hanging beneath. I took one of the
pierced, elongated nipples in my fingers and rolled it
between them, marveling at it's size of it, not
knowing that its swollen condition was the result of
the earlier, prolonged abuse. I stood and asked
Juanita, "How long has she been hanging like this?"
"Nearly 2 hours, though I suppose that it must seem
longer to her," was the reply.
"Let her down; we need to talk," I ordered.
As the rope holding her head back was slackened, the
ecstasy of relief precipitated Aqua's fade into a
mental state just slightly above unconsciousness. She
remembered her introduction to pain for the sake of
pleasure and recounted it in the recesses of her mind
while we removed her bindings and carried her limp
form back to the house.
On to Chapter 26
