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Caleb Comes to Town
by JEP
Chapter 9 – Rejection Has a Price
Their faces only inches apart, he looked deep into her eyes and said, "Next, your ass, then your mouth."
She misjudged her power over him. She said, "I don't want to be fucked in the ass!"
With all other males it had always been a case of fucking equaling power – power to her. She completely misjudged him – fucking was fucking, not power. He raised up in anger – his eyes narrowed to razor-thin slits. His lips were curled in a sneer. His muscles were tense and veins stood out on the side of his neck.
He saw an ear of corn lying beside the bale upon which she rested. He picked up the ear and shucked it. He now held the ear – bright yellow and huge – fourteen inches long, as big around as his wrist and rough as only an ear of corn can be rough. He held it by the narrow end, and placed the big end directly on to her pussy. As she looked in horror, he rammed the ear into her sex until only a couple of inches protruded from her lips. He then placed the palm of his hand on the protruding stub and rammed it completely into her.
She was screaming as the hard kernels ripped the walls of her pussy. She had never had anything this deep in her cunt. She turned loose of her thighs and they fell down. Yet, they were spread wide because she couldn't put them together for the pain that was emanating from her very middle. To her consternation he took a length of rope and fastened it around the mid-section of her thighs. He secured the two ends with a slipknot and began pulling the noose tight around her white, trembling thighs. He was forcing her thighs together and this served to completely exasperate the pain in her pussy.
She was screaming now as her thighs finally touched each other. He tied off the noose and she could not separate her thighs. He tied another length of rope around her wrists until he had a ten-foot leash connected to her wrists. He gave it a jerk and began dragging her on the ground. She was spinning and bouncing and she could not separate all of the pain her body was experiencing – from bouncing on the ground, shredding skin on the rocks she hit, and the still-terrible ripping of her pussy by the ear of corn.
All she could see of him was his back and the rippling muscles of his ass as he purposely strode toward the barn. When they had entered the barn, he threw the leash around an overhead beam and pulled her up off the ground. As he secured the rope, she swayed casually in the air. Her shoulders were now strained to the limit and, for once, she wished she didn't have this solid Swedish body. She was screaming from the pain and offering him anything – her pussy, her ass, her mouth – anything for relief. He looked at her once, turned and walked off to collect his clothes.
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