Friday

My eyes fly open.

“Harder!”

But no one is there. My descent into depravity has destroyed my mental stability. I look at the clock.

8 a.m.

“Fuck!”

I don’t get dressed. I storm to my door, every step sending deep pain through my body. Blood stains my legs. I swing the door open, the knob slamming into the wall.

The adjacent door is wide open. Lights off. Empty.

“He just gets to leave? Why am I the only one who gets hurt?!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

Then I slam my door and walk back inside.

I throw on pants and a shirt and run out to my car.

I drive to the farm. I pull into the drive, barely get the car in park, and fling the door open.

Henry is standing there.

“You’re late!”

I grab him by the collar and drag him to the barn, into the farmhand room. I strip off my clothes and get on my hands and knees.

“Do your worst!”

He looks down at the damage.

“What the fuck did you do?”

He touches me. I jump at the sudden pain and almost scream from the contact alone.

“You don’t get to ruin me now! You all just get the scraps!”

He smiles.

“You stupid whore. Let’s see the damage.”

He works his hand in my dry, brutalized pussy. My lips are purple and puffed up. They swallow his hand effortlessly, pulling a yelping whine from me.

He yanks his hand out with a plop as my thick lips slap shut. He strikes my pussy with a hard slap.

I fall to the ground sobbing and grab myself to protect the injury.

In defiance of my own fragility, I turn onto my back and spread my legs. I spit in his face.

“Keep going!”

He shrugs and strikes me again.

“Spread your legs, slut!”

I do as commanded and stare into his eyes.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Three hard strikes rain down.

“Fuck! Harder! You fucking pussy!”

He laughs.

“Bring your knees to your chest. Let’s see the damage back here.”

I grab the backs of my knees and pull them up to my shoulders, lifting my butt off the ground.

I do my best to spread my legs as much as possible in this position. But I can tell there's not much change.

He slips four fingers into my swollen pucker. I squeeze my eyes in pain and start to breathe heavily.

He pulls me apart, spreading me open, looking at the ruined tunnel starting to push itself out.

“Look at that rosebud!”

He removes his hand.

Smack

Smack

Smack.

A sickening thud reaches my ears as my stomach heaves from the pain.

“Harder! God damn you! Fucking coward!”

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll be back.”

He exits the room.

My world shatters. I curl into a ball and openly sob, holding myself for comfort. Emotion floods out of me through my eyes. I lose control of myself completely.

“Abigail! What’s wrong?”

I steel myself, forcing composure back into my body. I get up on my knees and lower my face to the floor.

“Pick a hole, Robby!”

“What?”

“Fuck me, Robby!”

“You’re insane!”

He backs up and turns to leave, but his face lands against Trevor’s chest. Henry stands behind him.

“Pick a hole, Robby. You get first pick, since you’ve got a crush on her.”

“Ummm...”

“Pick a hole, Robby! Fuck me now!”

He looks over at my rigid, mechanical body and walks toward me. He bends down and inspects the damage.

“What did you do?”

His eyes shoot over to Henry.

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

I throw my body up, and grab him by the face. I look into his eyes and whisper.

“You’re going to fill my fucking body with your weak-willed fucking cum. If you don't im going to make you watch Henry, Trevor, Billy and every animal rape me. Then you're going to eat the cum out of my holes after every one.”

“Nod if you understand.”

With that his eyes fill with tears and his head bows, then lifts.

“Good.”

I return to my position.

“Hold on, buddy, ” Henry says with a grin.

He opens his pants, pulls out his hard cock, and aims it at the back of my head.

He releases his stream down my back, adding to the humiliating puddle of my own making.

“Are you done?!” I snap.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get on with it, then.”

He slaps Robby on the back. Robby drops his pants and falls to his knees behind me.

He closes his eyes and just blindly stabs at me. His cock finds the skin between my ass and pussy.

It hits the top of my blown out hole. Not losing his momentum, I adjust my position, raising my ass and sitting back on his cock. My breath hitches in my chest as I throw my ass back on his cock.

“Fuck me!”

He thrusts into me. Each thrust slides my face against the slick linoleum floor.

I make eye contact with Henry and stick my tongue out, licking the floor as I rock back and forth. His thrusts become more frustrated. His balls slap against my lips, shooting pain to my core.

I keep eye contact with Henry as Robby buries his cock into my ruined fuck tunnel. I’m so numb I can barely feel him anymore. I am still able to feel the warmth shoot deep into my stomach.

When it is over, he collapses emotionally on top of me.

Wordlessly, I slide out from under him, letting him almost fall into the puddle. He catches himself before he goes down.

“Who’s next? Henry? Come on, get me ready for the stream! Come on, you fucking pussy!”

He slaps me hard across the face. I see it coming and harden myself against it, making eye contact immediately after.

I grab him by the back of the head and lace my fingers into his hair. I stare deeply into his eyes and kiss him, forcing control back into the moment.

We battle for control, swapping wet saliva. He grabs my throat. I unbutton his pants.

He grabs my thighs, and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist as I guide myself onto him. He is bouncing me up and down on his cock lifting me up and dropping me down hard on his shaft hitting my cervix deep.

“What about you, gay boy? Is that why you only do it that way?” I spit. “Are you man enough to double-team me like this?”

Trevor’s face twists with anger.

So simple now.

“Hey, there’s some emotion from that brick fucking wall. Take that and come fuck me, you fucking pussy!”

In an instant, he drops his pants and gets behind me.

Henry lifts me off his cock. Trevor roughly shoves his inside me. I gasp and shut my eyes.

Then Henry drops me, and both men drive into me at once. They are thrusting wildly.

They move in alternating rhythm. Trevor thrusts in, holds me on his cock while Henry pulls out bouncing me up with each thrust and bringing me down hard.

“Is that all you can do? Fucking hurt me! Make me cum, goddammit!”

They synchronize more effectively, picking up speed.

Both cocks are painted red. The linoleum below me collects a steady rain of blood, urine, and cum. I have lost control of my body. I clench my nails into Henry's back. I bite down on his bottom lip as an orgasm takes over my body.

My holes clench on the shafts of the men.

This time I do feel them spasm inside me.

“Just keep going, please! A little longer!” I grab them and start to cry.

They drop me.

I try to steady myself on weak legs and watch as they walk out of the room. I go to the couch, lie down, and shut down. I go cold, and my eyes close.

I wake up dressed on the couch. Robby is on the other one.

I look at my thighs. They’ve been cleaned.

I go to the mirror.

I’ve been cleaned.

“You think you can just clean me up? Like nothing ever happened?”

“It was Trevor.”

“Oh...”

“Henry told me to send you to Billy when you woke up. He’s about to leave and wants to see you first.”

“Oh, is it finally going to happen? Is big bad Billy finally going to get a piece of me? Is that why this all happened? Maybe his sick wife wants a piece of me. Maybe she just wants to watch.”

“Just go see him.”

I storm out.

“Abigail, you look nic-”

“What, Billy? What do you want? Is it your turn to put me to work, huh?”

“Uhm, no... I told you Henry is in charge of you.”

Henry waves from the hood of my car. Then he walks to the barn.

“Oh, so you’re telling me you never had any plans for me?” I grab his hand and try to move it between my legs.

His rough, hardened hand recoils before it can touch me.

“Uhm... sweetheart, I think the heat might be getting to you. But if you ever try to make my husband touch you like that again, I will bury you behind the house. Figure this mess out, honey. I’ll be waiting for you in the car. Be quick about it; the plane won’t wait for us. We have to find this prince!”

“So what is this about?”

“The money!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought $300 was very reasonable. I know it probably took the wind out of your sails a little after you saw the first envelope. But Henry assured me that you understood. Let me tell you what: when we get back on Monday, we’ll talk about a raise. Henry just got done telling me how well you’ve been doing. I had him put an extra $20 in the envelope for you.”

My brain feels like it’s going to explode. The fog is dense.

“$300. An extra $20.”

“Uhm, yeah. That makes $320. Don’t they have good schools in California? Henry told me that’s where you grew up. A damn shame, leaving a pretty little girl like you off at the station. Those people ought to be hanged. I’d be proud to call you my daughter, a hard-working girl like you.”

I can’t react.

He places the envelope in my hand and pats me on the shoulder.

“Take the weekend off. Henry can go without you for a couple of days.”

With that, the man who caused my suffering retreats.

“Why did Henry handle the money?” I call out.

Billy stops.

“Well, he lost all his twenties in the wind, so he made me get hundreds instead. Then after the mess the other day, I told him it was his damn mess, so he could pack the damn envelopes. My eyes don’t work so good since a couple years back, when I got kicked in th-”

“In the head by the mule, ” I say blankly.

He gives me a small smile.

“See you Monday, Billy.”

Billy walks away.

I open the envelope.

Blue.

“The bills are fucking blue. One hell of a mule, ” I whisper.

I walk into the packed barn, past thousands of dollars in lights and cameras. The spectacle does not touch me.

There is Henry, watching.

Always watching.

“Is that-” one of the camera guys says.

The man next to him looks up, quickly hushes him, and averts his eyes.

I hear the exchange but keep walking toward the breeding bench, where Henry stands like a deranged director.

My laptop sits on the side table.

On the other side, there is a fire.

A rod pokes out.

That’s it.

My stage.

My brain races through the destruction, the violations, the pain.

The lie.

Henry snaps me out of my daze.

“Password, ” he says with a smile, pointing his thin wooden stick at my laptop.

“$1, 600.”

I throw the money onto the bench.

“Yeah, Billy threw in a bonus for you, sweet tits. Don’t throw that down like you’re rejecting it now.”

“Billy threw in an extra $20...”

A scowl draws across his face.

“$320 for an honest day’s work. Sixteen fucking bills, Henry.”

“What are we going to do here, Abigail?” He brings the thin wooden stick down across the padded bench.

I see the new arm attachments, hastily added to accept my hands.

I stare deep into his eyes with a look of steel.

“I pretend to be like a mare, right?”

Then I step into the shackles.

“Robby, fasten her in!”

I look coldly at him.

For once, Robby doesn’t bow.

He puts his hands up and backs away.

He can’t clean his hands of this.

“Do it, Robby, ” I command.

He freezes.

“Don’t turn around now. Your hands are dirty too.”

Pain crosses his face.

Then he steps forward.

I drop my pants and step out of them.

He fastens my ankles to the contraption.

I pat his head as he bends down.

Trevor scowls at me in suspicion.

I throw my hands in the air.

“Robby.”

Delicately, he strips my shirt off.

Smack

The stick bites into my hip hard enough to sting.

My gaze moves to Henry.

For half a second, he looks startled.

Then his face hardens.

“Stop telling him what to do!”

“Sorry, master, ” I purr.

Flustered, Robby steps off the stairs.

“Get back here, stupid! Secure her fucking arms!”

I reach down, pick up the envelope, and toss it into the mud outside the barn.

Henry’s eyes follow it.

Then I lay my body against the padding.

Without a word, Robby does what he’s told.

Almost as if I’m the monster, Henry relaxes at the sight of me subdued.

But I don’t let him rest.

“You seem tense, Henry. I’m just a girl, right? Didn’t you beat me yesterday? Threaten to let the farm rape me? All over a lie?”

He ignores me.

“What’s your password, slut?”

“It’s capital D-one-r-t-y, capital W-h-zero-r-e, ” I say slowly and methodically.

“Oh, so not a whore, huh?”

He types in the letters.

I crane my head to see my audience.

Then my streamer voice takes over, bubbly and bright.

“Are you guys ready for the show? I’m so excited!”

“I fucking told you this bitch was crazy. I’m fucking out of here!”

Trevor takes two steps.

“St-” Henry starts.

“Oh, Trevor! Don’t go. We can’t lose our sexually ambiguous black man. You’re one of my favorite co-stars!”

I smile big.

The two men look at each other.

“What kind of whore uses her own legal name as a username? AbigailHarrison69?”

Henry tries to command the room.

I keep my eyes on Trevor.

“You know, it’s a pretty played-out stereotype, but I don’t mind.” I pout my lips and baby-talk him. “You can get all rough with me. Prove you’re a big tough guy.”

I giggle.

“Must be nice, ” Henry says, “not having to worry about disappointing any parents.”

“Oh damn, it must be coming up on June soon!” I say cheerfully, still staring at Trevor.

“Holy shit, you get two of your own holidays that month. Yay!”

Trevor’s eyes go wide, confusion and panic spreading across his face.

Joy is painted on mine.

Only paint.

Henry cuts back in.

“You’re such a pathetic slut. You know I had to bring this crew of nerds out just to get an audience for you?”

The crew stares at one another.

I give them a quick, twisted grin before turning my attention back to Trevor.

“Maybe I can talk Billy into letting you wear some of those tight leather chaps for me, ” I say cheerfully. “You can prance around like a cowboy. That would be so much fun.”

I smile bigger.

“And when you come up here to take your turn, I can even use your favorite word. Some of my less-straight viewers may be a little upset.”

The clicking stops.

Henry goes stiff.

“One point eight million followers.”

The room changes.

I keep my eyes on Trevor.

“I could spare a few viewers just to see your reaction, ” I say. “That blind fury really gets me hot an-”

“Oh, and Robby!”

I turn my smile on him.

“When Trevor’s done, you can give me head. That would be so much fun! I’m really sorry you couldn’t save me.”

I put on my cute puppy-dog voice.

“Trevor, check her fucking car!” Henry snaps.

Now I turn my attention to Henry.

“What’s wrong, Henry?” I ask, still bright. “You seem stressed.”

I put on my baby voice.

“Need me to help the big man think straight?”

I open my mouth wide in his direction.

“And here comes Trevor, out from the closet! Oh, and what does he have in his hand? Are those confession letters?”

Whack

“Shut up!”

The stick bites hard between my shoulder blades.

Fuck. Too much.

“Oh, thank you, master. Can I have another?”

He ignores me.

Trevor comes in holding my two folded envelopes.

“Oh yeah, you can put those over there with the other one, ” I say dismissively.

“Robby!” Henry snaps. “Pull this up on your phone. What’s sixty million of these tokens worth?”

“Twenty thousand dollars, ” I say joyfully. “My viewers are so kind!”

He raises the stick to strike me.

“Henry! Stop!”

He freezes.

“Oh, you’re going to beg now? After all of that?”

“No, silly.” I smile. “I just didn’t want you to forget to start the broadcast.”

Henry blinks, shakes his head, and clicks the buttons.

Cameras light up. Lights flare. The scene comes to life.

His anger does not fade.

The viewers roll in.

Then Henry stops pretending he is calm.

Crack.

The stick bites across my back.

Fuck, my head screams.

“Oh, Henry, ” I say, giggling. “I thought you couldn’t leave marks.”

He grits his teeth.

Crack

“Fuck that!” he screams.

Welts rise across my skin.

“Please, hit me harder, master!”

He gives me three more before he can think better of it.

We’re almost there.

“Fuck yes! Please!”

He looks like he wants to scream, like he wants to tell me this isn’t what he wants.

“Aww, are you done already?” I ask. “It felt so good.”

“Fuck you!”

He drops his pants.

“Let’s see how your fans like seeing you get fucked!”

“Oh yeah! Come fuck me, Henry!” I say, excitement in my voice.

“Stop telling me what to do!”

With a single thrust he buries his cock in and strikes my cervix with his head.

“God, you’re so big, Henry! Come on, go harder!”

Fuck, this hurts.

He moves angrily, trying to do as much damage as possible.

I start to move with him, taunting him, enjoying the flustered state he’s in.

“God, fuck you!”

He is wild now, but he still can’t finish.

“Just a little more, Henry, ” I say, my voice pitching slightly higher.

“Fuck you! You don’t get to cum!”

He rips himself away and steps off the stage.

Fuck!

“Aww, I see you’re still shy, ” I say with condescension.

“Fuck you, whore!”

He walks to the fire and grabs the handle.

“Are you ready?!”

“What the fuck are you doing?!” the recruited cameraman yells.

Henry glares at him.

The cameraman points at my broadcast cameras.

“Her fucking viewers are watching! You can’t do that to Abigail fucking Harrison in front of her fucking viewers!”

“I’m so fucking tired of hearing about this whore’s fame!” Henry says, his tone sharp enough to kill.

I close my eyes, readying myself for my final mark.

I look over to the words written in the dirt yesterday:

W-H-O-R-E

A tear falls to the bench.

“I guess I am a whore, ” I whisper.

I close my eyes tight and try to switch my brain over. I’m on the edge of my lust, then I scream. My voice cracks. My mask falls.

“Fucking do it!”

The hot metal bites into my flesh. My muscles contract, and I push. The release I’ve been craving. The fog I’ve been in. Was this worth it?

The world stands still. Everything shatters with that last act. When it hits that spot, my eyes seal shut, and the pleasure releases.

My orgasm rips through my body. I convulse, my limbs jerking against the restraints as the metal devours my wrists and ankles. Hot, steaming liquid gushes from my pussy. My pink anal tissue violently protrudes from my tortured purple ring.

The whole room stops to witness the horrendous display, the caustic spectacle that has played out here today.

When my voice is finally uninhibited, I scream out in an ear-shattering wail of pure carnal bliss.

The spectacle stops.

Then the lights shut off.

The cameras go dark.

A message appears:

Broadcast terminated. Account suspended for violent content.

“What the fuck?!”

Henry screams in pure rage.

“I don’t care! Now you will always be tits!”

My body gives out. I go limp, my limbs dangling as I pant. Every fiber of my body is in agony from the brutality I brought upon myself.

He said tits, not whore.

I look at the brand in his hand.

Two circles, with two dots.

All bark.

Then I witness the aftermath.

Boom

“Goddammit, you fucking idiot!” the guy behind the other laptop screams at Henry.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“They’re in the system! Kill that fucking router. This data is worth more than this entire fucking farm!”

Then sirens.

The cameraman looks out at the road in the distance. A line of emergency response vehicles approaches, headed by five large SWAT trucks.

The man puts his hands behind his head, crosses his legs at the ankles, and lies face down on the ground.

He looks at the three rural country hicks.

“I’m not dying for you fuckers!”

The rest of the recruited team does the same, leaving Trevor, Robby, and Henry staring around in panic.

Then, like magic, all the computer-connected lights grow brighter in unison.

Brighter.

Brighter.

Brighter.

They shine on my bloodied, tortured body, showing every flaw on my once-perfect skin. The culmination of all my actions.

Then-

POP

The room goes dark again.

I smile.

“My viewers are so kind.”

Then the world goes black.