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Chapter 3: Beth Takes a Drink
When the men had finished their discussion, the once again looked down at Beth. She risked a glance upwards, and noticed that her overseer was drinking deeply from the black flask that she had seen earlier. He noticed Beth watching him and looked down cruelly at her. "Still thirsty cow?" he asked and Beth mutely nodded her head. The man, evidently displeased by her response, reached between her widely spread legs and pinched her labia viciously. Beth's face distorted with pain, although she was unable to move away from his grasp. "You've already learned not to speak unless spoken to," he hissed, maintaining his grip on her pussy, "Now you've got to learn the correct response to a question. When you are asked something, you will answer clearly, unless you are gagged, and you will address whoever you are answering as 'Master.' Understand?" "Yes Master," Beth managed to whimper through her clenched teeth. The man twisted his fingers sharply and a wail of pain escaped her throat. "I told you to answer clearly cow, now do you understand?" "Yes Master," Beth said, louder this time. She was in so much pain that it almost came out as a yelp, but it obviously satisfied her overseer, who released his hold on her. Without thinking, Beth moved her hand to massage the abused area of her cunt, causing a smile to play across the man's lips. "Are you horny cow?" He asked Beth.
Actually, she was. The man knew this, having felt her juices when he pinched her cunt, but to Beth, her arousal came as a huge surprise. Certainly, this was not the scenario she fantasized about while she lay on her bed and masturbated, but now, even the man's mocking question caused her clit to swell uncomfortably. Beth looked up at the man, her look a mixture of shame and longing. The man smiled down at her and spoke gently. "Okay cow, I give you permission to finger yourself." Beth could not believe the obscene display that she was given these men, but the throbbing in her cunt was now so intense that she needed an orgasm more desperately than she needed water. Also, she knew from the man's tone of voice the being given permission was the same as being given an order. Slowly, she slipped her right hand between her legs and began to gently rub the upper part of her pussy. At the same time, she used her left hand to massage her breasts, kneading the flesh and tugging lightly on her nipples. As the pleasure from her tits began to flow through her body, she moved her right hand deeper into her pussy, using her index finger to apply firm pressure to her clit. Her body began to convulse, and she ground her ass into the dirt as she closed her eyes as she skillfully manipulated herself. She then slid her left hand off of her tits and onto her pussy, using middle finger to trace small circles around her clit while she penetrated herself with her other hand. She parted her lips with her outer fingers and slid her index and ring fingers deep into her cunt. The constant pressure on her clit had become almost unbearable, and with a final deep thrust of her right hand, she came, moaning loudly and panting heavily.
As soon as she had come, she felt the energy drain from her body. She remained sitting where she was, her hands resting between her thighs, her head slumped against her chest. From far away, she felt a strong hand cradle her head and pour some cold clear liquid down her throat. "Good cow," She heard a familiar voice say, "You had a long day. Rest now." Gratefully, she accepted her final command. "Yes Master," she heard herself say, as she drifted into unconsciousness.
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