I was lying in agony, from the salt in the piss that penetrated my bloody welts, and on the inside feeling I've been betrayed by the bitch in the next cell. First she wanted my comfort, crying over the fact that they would turn her into a brothel whore, and rape her constantly. I hadn't had a piece of pussy in so long that when I felt her body through bars pressing against mine, my natural instincts took over, and yes I wanted to fuck her, Uncle Leo be damned. Then suddenly she resisted, but I forced myself upon her, trying to shove my cock into her cunt. Instead, I came all over her shift.
Then Donny and Maggie seemed to have appeared from out of no where. Kicked in the balls, I was groveling on the floor when I heard Maggie, "Piss on him!"
Both of them stood over me scowling like wet hens. " Get him up!" I cringed from the sudden pain in my scalp as the stong farmer yanked me to my knees. A wringing slap to my face snapped my head to the side. I heard Maggie's voice again. "You deserve another fucking trip to the whipping shed!" I pleaded no. "But we have other ways to punish you for wasting cum!" Donny then forced me to stand and shoved me face first against the iron bars of the cell. "Get the rope Maggie." She began winding the binding cord around my middle and around the bars, forcing my torso flush. Theyeach forced my arms up and wide and tied them to the iron bars. Doing the same to my ankles, I wondered what their intentions were.
I then saw Maggie, who stoodoutside theell. She reached into the pocket of her coveralls and drew a set of metal clamps. Dangling them in front of my face, the woman smiled a toothy smile, then attached one to my left nipple. The sudden pressure had me breathing in and out hard trying to spread out the constant pain. A second clamp on my other nipple had me breathiing harder and throwing my head back. Then she got on her knees, and pulled my cock through the bar and stroked it, getting it hard despite the pain in my nipples. When she atached a clamp to the head of my dick, I screamed, startling the female slave. "This is what happens to boys who waste cum!" Donny snarled. I blubbered for them to take it off, but they just laughed.
They then went into Laura's cell. "Get up cunt! You're next!" Maggie ordered. I think she was too scared to move, and I heard Maggie, "Donny!" He reached down and yanked her by the hair to her knees. "You enticed him to his side of the cell, and being the horny man he was, he naturally wanted to fuck you! You ever heard the term, 'blue balls'? Donny laughed. "I had a case of them when we brought her in here. Hell, I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Then I remembered about Uncle Leo. Why does he always get the first fuck anyway!"
After ripping off Laura's shift , which left her bare naked, Donny shoved her face first against the iron bars in the same direction as me, so that I could see her when I looked to my right. She screamed bloody murder when they attached the clamps to her nipples, but somehow I didn't feel sorry for her. Then as I was suffering from the clamps, I saw Maggie getting on her knees in front of Laura. Was she going to eat her out since the slave's neatly trimmed pussy was poking through the bars. The heavy set woman drew out another set of clamps, and I knew there was only one place for them to go. Sure enough Maggie slowly attached a clamp to Laura's right pussy lip. The reaction was instantaneous, a scream that should've woken up the dead. The reaction doubled when the second clamp was put on.
Donny and Maggie laughed at us. "I want a beer," Donny said. "All this has gotten me thirsty."
"Me too, leave them here to think about spilling cum again."