Thread: The Farm Hands (kenny x mistress)

The sound of water was the first thing she noticed when her eyes slowly opened. She softly moaned fighting the need to wake. The sheep girl's body rolled in the tub, curling into a ball as she tried to go back to sleep. Her head tucked under her arms to use them as a pillow and shield. The warm water felt wonderful against her skin. It took a moment for her to become conscious enough to start questioning things like where was the water coming from? Wait she was in a tub, how did she get in a tub? The sheep rolled onto her back, pulling herself up to lean against the back wall. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down at her body. She was naked! She was covered in splatters of a white sticky substance in various areas of her body and there was black ink dripping from her chest. Penis pillows.. she softly slurred. How wasted did I get? She wondered. The shower water beat down on the top of her head, matting her hair against the side of her cheeks and clinging to her shoulders and chest. She ignored the water dripping off the tip of her nose as she tried to remember how she got here, wherever here was. The first clear memory she had was having drinks at a club. After failing a long day of job hunting she had gone to a local night club to drown out her troubles. She remembered having a few drinks and then everything turned black. Pitch black. She could not see but she could hear and feel. In and out of consciousness she remembered the cold night air against her sweaty skin. Hands groping her most vulnerable areas, feeling over her smooth skin and taking what they wanted without any regard of what she thought. The white stuff it was semen! Pausing her train of thought the girl shuddered. She had to get it off. However the drugs had not worn off yet. She was too weak and possibly too lazy to even stand. So she flicked her toes against the drain stopper and then used her feet to knock over a bottle of body wash into the tub. Celest slumped low letting the shower begin the fill the large tub. The force of the water hitting the surface started to create bubbles. She smiled with the comfort that she was now soaking in soapy water. Then her mind went back to figuring out the night. Her bumm hurt just thinking about it. She remembered feeling restrained by something, unable to move. Two men had drugged and taken advantage of her. Then she did not know how it transitioned but she was on her knees as one man after another came. Each had their own greedy touch, their own musky smell and a thick cock to stuff her mouth. She adjusted her jaw looking down at her stomach as she read the ink. Five dollars?! That's it?! She was instantly insulted. Not from the fact that they had written on her body and objectified the her as a glorified glory hole. She was upset they had only charged five dollars. Surely she was worth more than that on the streets. Not that she would stoop so low, but if she had gotten on her knees to give a man a bj she would have charged much more. Now she felt cheated. And a little disappointed. If she had known this was going to happen she might have played the night out differently, used her mouth to work one night and earn enough to live off at least a months rent. As the bubbled water rose to cover her stomach and meet with her large chest she looked over to the door. Okay so she was drugged, tied up, and used as a cum dumpster. Her body shuddered. Her thighs twitched and toes curled for a second. She ignored all these signs as she continued to think. That still didn't explain how she got in this tub. Did those men take her? Had they kidnapped her for good and planed on selling her to the highest bidder? If that was true why did they leave her alone and untied? She thought back again, before she blacked out something happened. Someone was there. His appearance was hazzy at best in her mind. A man with a country accent. She remembered growling and something about a valentines... that was weird it wasn't february. The man fought off the others. He must have taken her to his place. She sighed, if he fought off the other men he must not be too bad. Not to mention he had left her alone in this wonderfully warm shower. If anything she felt a little safer with this knowledge. Too tired and still feeling some of the effects from the drugs, Celest let her body relax fully in the tub. By time the man returned the shower was still running and the tub was covered in pink bubbles. Her soaked head and arms were the only thing seen above the foam. Well at least it was for a second. When the door knob turned and some one stepped inside, not caring who it was, the sheeps' instincts were to be cautious. She rolled over, ducking down behind the front edge of the tub. A pair of small horns and big teal eyes slowly came up to peek over the edge. Thin fingers curled over the ledge to keep herself from slipping. Her big eyes looked as if she had been caught in the head lights, that expression did not really change when she finally got a good view of her captor. Or was it savior? Either way he was attractive.