Chapter 2 A midnight raid
Anger and fury still burning in her breast, Elizabeth made her way to way in the
pale moonlight to David's house. She had no plan but would think of something
when she got there. Under her feet the ground was soggy and her unsuitable heels
dug deeply into the soft soil, slowing her progress. A window was cracked open.
Slowly she opened it further and peered in. With eyes now accustomed to low
light levels she could make out Dawn's sleeping form lying on the bed beneath
the window. It was warm enough inside for her to sleep with only a sheet
covering. What should she do? Looking around outside she saw a watering can. It
was full.
"Yeeeck!" Dawn's shriek pierced the still night air as cold water flooded her
body and bed. The sound brought two collie dogs bounding into the bedroom
closely followed by David. Elizabeth dropped the watering can and fled but in
heels her progress was slow.
"Bitch!" muttered Dawn as she indicated to Mo and Dring they should leap through
the window. Using their training as sheep dogs, Dawn gave commands in Welsh that
herded Elizabeth through the wettest, boggiest part of the field. Each time she
tried to escape, one or other of the dogs would nip at her ankles but never
quite touching them. Twice she tripped and fell losing a shoe the second time.
Sobbing now, the unfortunate girl was brought towards the bedroom.
"Bring her to the back door." For the first time, Dawn realised her naked
brother was in the bedroom beside her. His nakedness didn't bother her, nor did
the fact that her wet nightdress effectively made her naked. They had seen each
other's bodies frequently but there was no incestuous relationship between them.
"Let me know when she is at the door and I'll grab her."
"She's there."
David quickly opened the door and pulled Elizabeth inside. "So my last spanking
wasn't enough for you. I'll have to do a better job this time. Now get those
filthy clothes off before you go into the kitchen. Mo, Dring, watch her."
"No, please, I'm sorry."
"You will be. Now get undressed and into the kitchen while I see to Dawn. Don't
think about making a run for it, the dogs will get you before you get out of the
door." Through eyes streaming with tears, Elizabeth looked pleadingly at David.
His face only showed anger. Looking down at his powerfully built body she took
in his semi-hard cock. It was bigger than any she had seen. Would he try and
....? Before she could formulate an answer David left the porch area with "When
you are ready go and stand by the warmth of the Aga in the kitchen."
Dawn had shed her nightdress and was drying herself when he returned to her
room. "What are we going to do with that bitch? She's been nothing but trouble
since she came here and she only arrived yesterday."
"You're going to do nothing. Get dressed and go to Aaron and stay there. I'll
deal with her."
"I can't go to him. I said I wouldn't speak to him until he asked me to marry
him."
"You love him don't you?" Dawn nodded. "Then don't put silly barriers up. Get
dressed and go."
"But...."
"Dress and go!"
Dawn slipped into her working clothes and walked to the neighbouring cottage.
All was quiet. For some minutes she waited at the back door debating whether or
not to enter. Starting to return to her own home she faintly she heard a scream
and then a cry of "No." She guessed David would be dealing with Elizabeth. How
she didn't want to imagine but knew he wouldn't want her in the way. David would
pay her back for the painful eye. Perhaps Aaron's would be the best idea.
Stealthily entering, she undressed in the kitchen and slipped into Aaron's bed.
Silencing any questions with a deep kiss Dawn cuddled up to him before working
his cock to full hardness and taking it inside her.
Elizabeth meanwhile was not in such a happy frame of mind. David returned to the
porch. "I told you to get your clothes off. Now do it."
"No!" David took a couple of steps towards her. Mo growled. "Okay, get out. I
don't want you watching."
David didn't move. "Get undressed now. My seeing you is the least of your
problems." Slowly Elizabeth took off her sweater, the one shoe that was still in
place, socks and trousers and stood in her knickers and bra. David's cock began
to rise. Elizabeth noticed it too.
"What are you going to do to me? Spank me again? Rape me?"
"Get into the kitchen, Liz." David motioned to the door. Out of the corner of
her eye, Elizabeth saw him take a riding crop from the peg by the back door. He
wouldn't use that on a girl surely, she thought. Elizabeth hesitated, but a
gentle touch with the crop urged her on.
"Liz,..."
"Don't call me that, I'm Elizabeth."
"Liz," David repeated, deliberately ignoring the remark, "My previous spanking
doesn't seem to have had enough effect so tougher action is required. Besides
giving her a nasty black eye, you have almost wrecked Dawn's life and now you're
going to pay the price."
"You're not going to hit me with that!" she exclaimed eying the crop. Sensing
that he was, she flew at him with fists flying and feet kicking in all
directions. Not having any experience in fighting she soon found herself off
balance and on the floor without having struck a noticeable blow to David. "You
bugger! You bastard! You sod!" she shouted in a high pitched voice. David
laughed as she continued with the invective. Effortlessly he picked her up under
his arms and carried her still swearing and kicking into his room and
unceremoniously dumped her face down on the bed.
"I'll sue you! I'll have you put in jail! You'll pay for this!"
"No, I don't think you will. You are here to trick Aaron out of his money,
right?" Elizabeth didn't answer. "If my whipping you gets into court, your
underhand dealing gets into the press."
"You bloody sod!" Elizabeth sent yet another kick at his groin. Aimed at his
erect prick it fell short of its target.
Reaching for one of the few ties he owned David proceeded to bind Elizabeth's
wrists behind her back. "That's my wedding's tie. I wonder if that is an omen?"
"Let me go you bastard! I don't deserve to be whipped just for pouring a little
water over your bitch of a sister."
"Oh but you do deserve it, Liz. The water was only the last straw." Picking her
up again, David pulled her knickers off and placed the wriggling woman over the
bottom board of the bed, feet touching the floor, breasts pressed to the
mattress. However, Elizabeth's spirited struggles did not keep her in that
position for long and David was forced to use the remaining two ties from his
wardrobe to fasten her ankles to the bedposts. Spread-eagled, helpless and now
well displayed Elizabeth changed her tune from spiteful reprimands to pleading,
then to begging when she saw David pick up the crop again.
The first crack brought a terrible scream. A vivid red weal appeared right
across both buttocks. Not having any experience at whipping a person the blow
was heavier than he expected. David allowed the initial pain to subside a
little. "I think a dozen like that should do the trick. You would remember them
for very long time."
"Nooo! Noo! Please no. I couldn't stand a dozen," sobbed Elizabeth, "It would
kill me."
"I'm sure it wouldn't. You might be sore for a month and you wouldn't want to
flaunt your body in a tight bathing suit, but it wouldn't kill you. Mind you it
has made an impressive welt." David ran his fingers over the sore area. "It will
be very impressive indeed when the whole area is covered."
"Please, please, David, don't do it. I really can't take any more."
"But you've only had one. Lets see what effect the second has." Bringing the
crop down sharply again brought another ear piercing scream from the unfortunate
girl. Sobbing piteously, she again pleaded for mercy. David himself wondered if
she really could take a full dozen but didn't want to back down from his earlier
statement. He gave Elizabeth several minutes to compose herself a little.
"Lizzie, I'll bargain with you. I give you four strokes now and hold eight in
reserve against your good behaviour. In re...."
"Yes, yes, I'll be good. Please two is enough. Please David don't hit me any
more."
"You didn't let me finish. I give you four strokes now and hold eight in reserve
against your good behaviour. In return," David paused, "You will live here as my
mistress for the rest of your stay and... and do the work Dawn would normally
do, as far as that is possible for someone with no experience of farm work."
"You can't be serious! You want to fuck me and make me do labouring. You can't
be serious."
"I'm very serious. Two more strokes and stay here as my 'guest' or ten more
strokes and go back to the other cottage. Which?"
"It's an inhuman choice."
"But one you have to make Lizzie. You either live here with me with a sore bum
or hobble back to the other cottage in extreme pain. I'll give you five
minutes."
At the end of five minutes the pain had subsided a little and Elizabeth began to
think she could possibly take two more but not another ten. Why should she have
to take any? She also wondered what it would be like to have that cock he so
blatantly displayed, inside her. Could she take it? Would it hurt her too. Would
he just rape her or would he be kinder?
"Well Lizzie?"
"Won't you just let me go? Please?"
"Ten strokes it is then?"
"No! No! I can't take ten more."
"Then it's two and subservience? That's the only other choice."
"Bastard! Yes, damn you, yes."
Twice more the crop came down on the already marked arse but David didn't put
the same vigour into the strokes. Even so they hurt and left a line of fire but
even Elizabeth realised they were not as fierce as the first two."
"Remember Lizzie, I will hold the other eight on account for your good
behaviour, and that will also mean the way you conduct yourself here. First
though I must relieve myself of a load that is in my balls." Feeling around her
cunt he massaged the clit for a few minutes until he felt moisture flowing and
then slowly inserted his rampant manhood. Elizabeth felt her vagina forcefully
filled and stretched as four inches of solid cock entered. The stretching in
itself wasn't really painful but he was only halfway in and the skin of her
bottom sent vicious bolts of pain to her brain at every movement. He began a
steady in and out motion gradually deepening his thrusts until fully entering
her. Realising how sore her arse was, he tried to stop short of pushing his
pelvis into the sore weals but only partially succeeded. Each time their flesh
collided she screamed.
All too soon for David he climaxed. He had felt some reactions within the girl
under him but knew she couldn't have cum in the short time. "Damn! Sorry," he
swore, "I'll control myself better next time."
"Rapist! You sodden rapist!" Elizabeth sobbingly spat the words but they lacked
her usual venom. "Now you've had your fun how about untying me?"
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Depends on if I think you are going to behave
yourself. Otherwise you might just as well spend the night like that and be
ready for me any time I feel like it."
"David, please. It hurts like hell. Please let me up. I'll be good. I promise."
"And just how much are your promises worth, Lizzie? Not much I would guess, but
I will free you and then perhaps we can get some sleep. Farmers start early you
know." Standing unsteadily, Elizabeth carefully rubbed her arse. "Come into the
bathroom and I'll put some cream on. First though I am going to remove your bra.
You look a bit comical with that as the only piece of clothing on you and I want
to get a good look at my new mistress's tits."
Elizabeth was a little humiliated at having him apply the cream but it did ease
the pain a little. She crawled reluctantly into bed and lay face down alongside
David. Both lay awake for a while but soon David began to snore gently. Biding
her time, Elizabeth decided to try and escape. Ever so slowly she eased out of
the bed. The snoring continued. She'd get some clothes from Dawn's room and then
get away. Silently she left the bedroom and into Dawn's room.
"Woof! Woof! Grrrrr!"
"Damn your bloody dogs."
Almost instantly it seemed, David was alongside her and applying his hand
forcefully on her already sore rear. "So much for your promises of good
behaviour." Again the tears flowed as he carried her back to bed.
