Finally he finished, tugging the short dress down, adjusting the apronbegrudgingly, he picked up the basket and actually stuck his tongue outat his si...ter as he left... to get another load, another load,certainly she wasn't going to follow him around all day he wondered? Hewas feeling more like a slave, he began to think of another edit forthe website. How much trouble could he get himself into, each editseemed to snowball, out of his control.As he walked in the house his mother was on the way. I sucked and my mouth filled with piss and I swallowed it down and I emptied my own bladder and the piss he flooded my ass with. He finished and led me to the bedroom and put on his clothes and led me to the kitchen where everyone else was gathered getting a plate of food. We got food and some juice and headed out to the tables. Me and Adam sat together and ate. Once we finished Adam said we have work to do for this afternoon. Everyone started chirping in yeah lets get everything ready to go.. Around the corner I found a discarded pair of boots, socks, and jeans that appeared to be in good shape. Useless panties and t-shirt lay where they had been ripped from her, and a flannel shirt was missing most of its buttons. Further away there was a down coat with several slashes. It looked like the lady had put up a pretty good fight. Not enough on her own, but enough delay that we lucked into the fray in time.She was alive because they wanted to rape her. Had she been a man, she'd already. He has Agnes’ working jumper ripped right down the middle and her face-down on the dirt in one minute. He rips her panties apart and fists her hair.“Hey girly, what do you think a shovel shaft will feel like when it’s poking your stomach, uh?” He presses the tip against her ass threateningly, but doesn’t push it in.Agnes blubbers, incoherent, more terrified than she has ever been in her life. The shaft feels dry, unyielding and splintering even without force applied. It will rip me apart, she.