Caught Raping the Farmer's Daughter

Jimmy and I jumped over the fence, and ran across the yard keeping to the shadows. There was a partial moon out, but it was dark enough that two men in black ski masks and clothing and were all but invisible.

As Jimmy peeked into the barn window, the light shone on his face and I half expected to hear a female scream from inside. But there was no scream. Instead, Jimmy got a big grin and motioned me to come look as well.

There she was, sitting at a table all alone, working on some kind of equipment. She had silky long black hair that ran all the way down her back. She had a portable radio playing on some classic rock station.

Jim made his way to the back and I followed closely, both nervous and exited. My dick was already starting to tent the front of my sweat pants as we reached the back door, which was left open for air circulation in the hot July night.

The dirt floor made our footsteps quiet, and we snuck right up behind her while she worked and hummed to the John Cougar tune.

I slapped my hand over her mouth and Jimmy turned up the radio a bit as I pulled her from the table. She was so scared that she didn’t even fight me.

Jimmy pulled out a knife and brandished it in front of her face; “We’re gonna have us a good time, but we’ll be gentle. If you try to scream or resist, I’ll cut your tongue out and we’ll fuck you dry. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, and I pulled my hand off her mouth and bent her forward over the table. Jimmy was already pulling down his black sweatpants and underwear and as his dick and balls bounced into view. His dick was hard like mine but his balls were hanging low and loose from the heat. They swung wildly beneath him as he hiked her dress up and pulled her panties down.

“Would ya look at that, she shaved for us!” he said, kicking her legs further apart to expose the smooth slit of her cunt.

“Hurry the fuck up,” I muttered, pulling down my own sweatpants to free my raging erection.

Jimmy spit into his hand and wet his cock, getting into position behind her. I started yanking on my own dick as I watched him line up his shiny, saliva slicked tip and press it into her pliable flesh.

Her mound sank inwards from the pressure, then finally parted as he made penetration. “God DAMN!” I muttered, yanking my meat furiously as I watched his dick sinking into her.

When Jimmy started fucking her, his heavy balls swinging in rhythm beneath him, it was too much for me to take.

“I’m gonna drop my load in her mouth,” I said as I made my way around the table, still masturbating. “Open up, bitch,” I commanded, and pressed my oozing tip against her lips.

As she opened her mouth, my mind registered calculated anger in her eyes instead of tears or fear. But at the time, I was too horny and exited to think about what that might mean. I needed a warm wet hole to squirt in.

As she wrapped her delicious lips around my dick, I heard Jimmy start grunting. He always came fast, which was one of the reasons he didn’t have a girl.

That’s when my world turned from rising pleasure to pure pain; she bit me. She bit down hard. My dick made a crunching sound as her teeth sank in.

“AAAARRRGGHHHHHH!!!!!” I screamed, helplessly grabbing her head with both my hands. She released her jaw, and I pulled my dick out, glad to see it was still attached and not a bloody stump.

As I nursed my damaged cock, she swung around with a large wrench she had grabbed off the table, catching Jimmy on the side of the head with a horrible metallic CLUNK.

Jimmy was down, and I was literally seeing stars from the pain in my dick where she had bitten me. And now she was walking towards me with Jimmy’s knife.

That’s I heard a male voice behind me:

“What the FUCK-“

I turned around to see a man pointing a shotgun at me. It was her daddy. We were fucked. I sat down on a chair, tears running down my face from the pain in my dick. The middle felt all fucked up and broken where her teeth had sunken in, and it was swelling.

Jimmy was out cold on his back, his shiny, erect dick slowly sagging. There was a string of white cum stretching from the his tip to his belly.

“Daddy,” she cried, dabbing her finger between her legs. It came up glazed with Jimmy’s cum. “It’s inside of me!”

Her dad swung the shotgun towards Jimmy’s unconscious body, aiming for his balls.

I couldn’t watch, and I looked away as the roar of the shotgun filled the barn.

“What do we do with this one?” asked the girl, pointing to me. “He wanted me to please him with my mouth. I tried to bite it off, but it was too tough.”

Her dad racked his shotgun.

“No, don’t kill me PLEASE!” I shouted, holding my hand out. “I’m really sorry!”

“Son, this gun’s loaded with bird shot; it won’t kill ya, but it’ll splatter your balls all over that chair, so I’m gonna have to ask you to stand up.”

“NO!” I shouted, covering my nuts with both hands.

“Let me handle him, daddy,” I heard her voice behind me, and everything went black as I felt an impact on my head.

“Wake up, fucker,” I heard a female voice. My dick was throbbing where she’d bitten me, and now my balls hurt too. They really hurt. But that meant I still had them.

I opened my eyes.

I was bent over the table the same way we had her. My legs were spread wide, my ankles tied to the legs. My wrists were tied together and the rope went to one of the posts ahead of me. And my mouth was gagged.

“You can’t see what I’m doing to you, but if you could you wouldn’t like it,” I heard her voice say from behind me.

There was a metallic click, and the pain in my balls got worse.

“My daddy taught me how to castrate sheep when I was 14. But your balls are bigger and they’re hard to fit through the rubber bands.”

In a desperate attempt, I tried to break free from my bonds, and even managed to budge the table a few inches before I heard a loud slap and a horrible pain in my balls took the fight out of me.

“Just try that again, and I’ll take the wrench to them next time instead of my fist,” she said.

I heard the metallic click again, and there was a disturbing dull throb in my balls like my heart had sunken down into them and was trying to beat from inside them.

“Oh, is that too tight?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Good.”

She got up and walked around to the front of the table, looking me in the eyes. She had an evil looking tool with three pincers on the tip and a lever on the back.

“Do you know what I’ve done to you?”

I shook my head.

“You’ve got about three really tight rubber bands around the top of your jewels. Tight enough to cut off the blood supply.”

She waited until what she said sunk in.

“Yeah, organs can’t live too long without blood. It’s called strangulation. I want you to think about that while I go out to run some errands. Daddy wanted to bring the bull in to fuck you in the ass, but I told him that would kill you. Consider yourself very lucky.”

After she left the barn, I waited to hear the sound of her truck. I had moved the table a few inches; if I could move it a few feet forward, I might be able to get my hands free. While I waited, I was painfully aware of each heartbeat that throbbed against the bands on my balls. They were dying with each minute that passed. I wondered if the summer heat would make them die faster, like spoiling meat.

It seemed to take an eternity, but I finally heard a truck door close, and an engine start. I waited until I heard it driving down the road before I began thrashing and tugging on the ropes. The table inched forward another inch. I could feel my trapped balls slapping against the insides of my thighs as I struggled, and it was scary that I couldn’t feel my thighs against my balls. They were already numb. I had to get free fast!

I was getting closer, inch by inch. I finally had enough slack in the rope to bring my wrists back to my mouth. As I tried to work the gag off so I could bite at the ropes, a shadow fell across me and I froze in place.

“I thought you might try something like that,” I heard her voice. “You really want to save your balls, don’t you?”

I nodded desperately.

“Why? They make you do bad things,” she said pulling out Jimmy’s knife as she walked behind me. “That was dad driving your friend to dump him off in front of the hospital.”

I felt a strange sensation between my legs, like a kind of pressure. I felt a cool and warm sensation at the same time, and then a sharp tug that brought pain up through my guts. There was a ripping sound, and then another tug. I hoped her anger had gone and rationality was making her remove the bands from my balls. But I also feared that she was doing something much worse to me, something I didn’t want to think about.

“There we go,” she said.

I held my breath, afraid to know what she had done.

When she walked around to the front of the table and showed me what was in her hand, I cried my eyes out. She set my severed balls down on a shelf across the room, and picked up the shotgun.

“Now you see them…”

This time I didn’t turn my head. I wish to God I had.