EVERYBODY NEEDS A HOBBY

BY PAGAN

[ part 7 ]

A place in the Cuntry

“How can you watch that crap?”

The greasy haired oaf didn’t even look away from the television, “Because, you fucking asshole, I don’t like fucking cooking or quiz’s and as its pissing down outside I thought I would see how the fucking rich bastards like their house’s, just look at this fucking smart ass shit.”

The other man slouched over and flopped on the threadbare sofa, “What fucking smart ass and what house’s?”

“Fuck me Gerry, don’t you know fuck all about fuck all?” he bent and took a cigarette from the packet on the floor, struck a match, lit it and flicked the match on the floor, “Oh well there’s fuck all else to do so I’ll explain.”

He sucked in the smoke and slowly let it drift out of his nostrils, “Right, these rich fucks get some tart to go find them some house’s; you following this, then they pick two they fancy and go look at them with a view to buying one.”

Gerry snorted as he reached for the cigarette, “Well ain’t that fucking interesting, Doug, you are one fucking stupid wanker.”

Doug grabbed at his crotch, “I wouldn’t be a wanker if that fucking gorgeous piece of cunt sat on the end of this, just look at her.”

Gerry stared at the screen; the middle aged nerd that Doug had called a smart ass’d shit was suddenly joined by, a beautiful woman and a very pretty 12-year-old girl they were looking at a laptop as the presenter showed them pictures of the interior of a lovely old converted farm.

Gerry grunted, “That’s fucking wicked, looks like that Tomb Raider tart, oh those big lips, fancy them around my cock, got the tits and legs to match to, but the kid, shit she’s a fucking cutie.”

Doug snapped back, “No way, she’s got the mouth but she’s prettier than her, mind you I’ll give you the tits, fucking hell she’ll never fall flat on her face, and them legs, god I’d like to see where they go and your right about the kid, got lips like her mother both of them look like they could suck cock like vacuum cleaners.”

After some stupid laughter, both men fell silent, Doug couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty on the screen, the way she moved showed her ample breasts, Doug grunted at the way her arm stroked at the man, obviously brainy and money was no problem. Gerry on the other hand looked at the young girl sat between them, a little popette, her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders, her summer top showed she had little firm titties and as the camera paned around, he caught glimpses of her young long slender legs as she squirmed excitedly in her short summer skirt.

The programme carried on, the family went to look at the huge isolated farm conversion, arriving in a pale blue Bentley. The little girl skipped excitedly around as they looked over the house, she almost danced from room to room, Gerry drooled at the different views of her young nubile body, her legs showing more and more as she jumped around or raced up and down stairs. Doug watched, his eyes scanning the body as the shapely housewife laughed at what furniture would go where, her legs long and shapely, her waist trim and tight, her breasts upright and full, and as for her face, a vision of sculptured beauty with eyes that flashed blue, and her lips full and pouting under a cute small turned up nose.

They looked in different rooms, picked one to be his office that he would use from home when he wasn’t in London or New York, outside they looked at the stables for young Jessica’s horse’s, the double garage for the two luxury motors, the house had it all.

They discussed how he spends the beginning part of the month between London and New York and how the house was with in a hours drive from the airport, the work shop, a lovely old beamed barn where she could follow her hobby of restoring fine ornaments, the presenter laughed as she said Mrs. Galligan says everybody should have a hobby and that the grounds were perfect for Jessica’s hobby, her love of horse’s, it was perfect, the presenter even pointed out the top school at near by Lawton Waters.

At the end of the programme the presenter said how the Galligan family had made an offer for Huckerby Lodge Farm and it had been accepted and they have moved in, and how they were now enjoying their new life in the Berkshire countryside, and getting lots of new found friends.

They both stared at the screen as the programme finished and some chat show followed. Both men took a cigarette, Doug was the first to speak, “She was fucking gorgeous, fucking piece like that married to Mr I’ve got it all, some fucker ort to take it from him.”

Gerry just smoked on as Doug moaned on, “Fucking piece of ass like that would never look at us, to fucking good for the likes of you and me, god I’d like to take her down a peg or two, I’d use the beams in that barn, like we have before.”

Suddenly Gerry said, “How far is Berkshire form here?”

Doug, without thinking said, “I don’t know about 100, 120 miles, why?”

Gerry put his cigarette out, “Joeys, doing fuck all, we are doing fuck all and he’s got a van.”

Doug just sat there, half looking at Gerry, half in a world of his own, a world of stunningly beautiful raven-haired housewife, suddenly he blinked and in a matter of fact voice said, “Ya O K, the kit’s not been used for a while so why not?”

Gerry went out to the phone box, ten minutes later he was back, gave Doug a slap on the back as he passed him saying, “Joey didn’t know what the fuck I was on about but said if it was like last time he’d go along with anything anyway so lets make a plan.”

It had only been two hours since they watched the programme but here they were with maps, pen and paper and a plan.

They planned the 3rd of the month, a Friday, Gerry stole what looked like an expensive early 20s vase, other, more perverted things were obtained, the rubbish was cleared from the van to make room for what they were taking, Gerry suggested they cleaned themselves up but that didn’t go done to well but they did spray themselves with some deodorant they stole from a chemist.

9.30 and they were on the road; the van was old so they didn’t push it, they guessed at two to two and a half hours then to find the place. They soon got in to the area and spotted a sign pointing to Lawton Waters.

Gerry looked at Doug, “This is the hard bit, we can’t ask so it will be a process of elimination; we will go in to the town then leave by each road, going back and forth until we find it.”

Joey butted in, “You can fuck about if you want but I’m turning here,” he turned in to a long gated avenue of trees past a large ornate sign saying, Private property, Huckerby Lodge Farm.

Just below there was a newer sign, Cassandra Galligan, Restorer of fine Furnishing, a beautifully designed plague swung underneath, OPEN.

Doug told Joey to stop; he got out and turned the sign to show CLOSED.

As he slid back in the seat he smiled at the other two, “Now we won’t be disturbed while we teach these upstarts our hobby,” the van moved up the lane.

The thatched roof loomed out of the trees as the lovely big farmhouse and barns came in to view, just as it had been on the programme, Joey stopped and Doug slid out. He made for the garage, the other two waited. He waved his hand up twice meaning no Bentley before disappearing around the back.

The van started and continued to the door, parking beside a sign pointing to a smaller barn with the words, Restorers Work Shop, Joey hit the horn.

Cassandra Galligan came out of the front door in to the glass porch, she was just a beautiful as they expected; her long curly raven black hair clipped back either side of her stunning face; an ivory coloured fitted coverall coat clung to every curve, the top button undone the next two strained at the bulge of her chest; her shapely tanned legs sat in little heeled sandals, she looked quizzically at the two scruffy men stood beside the dirty white van.

The two sacks sat at Joey’s feet, Gerry quickly picked up one and displayed the vase, trying to smile and look friendly at the same time.

She reluctantly opened the glass door, “Yes can I help you?”

Joey whispered, “You a mouth and body like that you sure as fucking hell can.”

Gerry knew the plan, “My boss says, can you look at this, its got some chips in it, he says to take care of it as its valuable, he thought with you being new and trying to make a go of it you’d do a better job than the cowboys in Hillingfield,” they’d already checked in yellow pages to make sure there was some one in that town.

She hesitated, Gerry made sure she heard, “Come on Joey, we are wasting are time here,” Joey kept the plan going, “Oh F---- Flip have I got to drive to Hillingfield, bugger that’s the last thing I wanted to do today.”

As they moved towards the van sure enough the glass door slid open, “Just a moment, I’ll look at it.” Joey grinned and whispered, “Lady you’ll do more than fucking look at it.”

Gerry turned and lifted the vase up, she pointed to the barn, “I’ll get a better look at it on the table under the lights.” The two men followed, Joey picked up the second bag and sniggered, “You won’t need no lights to get a better look at it, it’ll be right under your nose and in your mouth, I’ll make fucking sure of that.”

She opened the door and clicked switch’s, the table in the centre of the room shone brilliant white, a large revolving turntable sat in the middle, “Put it on there,” she gestured towards the table as she fumbled for her thin gloves.

Gerry put the vase on the turntable and stood back, she stood looking at it, she bent closer, magnifying screen positioned to get a look, all the two men did was look at the back of her legs as the coat slid up, showing a little of her lower firm shapely thigh.

Gerry walked around pretending to look about, but his main aim was to see down the front of her coat, he wasn’t disappointed; she was bent, consumed in her work as he inspected the thick line separating two fine well-shaped mounds of flesh.

She didn’t look up to see that Gerry was now close to her as she announced, “This doesn’t need a lot of work doing to it.”

Doug’s voice filled the barn, “It might not but you do, its all right lads there’s nobody home he’s in New York and she’s here with us.”

She turned to the direction of the voice, only for Gerry’s arms to grab her from behind, Joey stepped two paces and thumped her firmly between the rib cage, that knocked all the fight out of her, Doug grabbed the other bag.

Gerry held on tightly as Cassandra fought for air, Joey gazed at the heaving breasts as she coughed and choked, Doug grinned as he pulled out the interlocking leathers wrist straps; by the time he reached the defenceless woman Joey had hold of her left wrist.

Doug grabbed the wrist grinning at the panting face as he locked it on. Joey grabbed the other band and pulled her arm behind her and locked her right wrist secure, Panting at them she tried to speak but now her arms were fastened behind her Gerry locked his arm through them and pulled her hair back, Joey pushed his thumb on to her chin as Doug pushed the ring in to her mouth, forcing behind her perfect white teeth, Joey locked it behind her head as Doug told her, “It ain’t that nobody can hear you scream and it’s a pity to loose those sexy lips but it will keep your mouth open, available and totally co-operative.”

Gerry let her go and she slumped side ways against the table; she gasped in air, sucking rapidly through the hole of the hard rubber contraption now stuck in her mouth. As she shook her head trying in vain to release it Gerry grabbed and an arm and Joey did the same pinning her back to the table Doug stood in front of her staring at the rare beauty, drinking in the panic in her eyes.

His hands moved forward and stared to flick open the buttons on the work coat, she shook her head, silly moaning noises came from the hole, Gerry just watched his fingers flick at the second button, casual he spoke, “Well all this money and a nice new expensive house all the trapping of wealth yet what good are they when you have three stinking shits here with you and nobody to help you,” another button easily flicked open.

A little tight white low-necked tee shirt appeared, “You ain’t even thinking of all those fine things you own, big cars, fancy schools, bet you eat at the finest restaurants, no your thinking what are these horrid shits doing here.”

Another button now open showed the end of the tee shirt and bare skin another flick and Doug could push his finger in to her navel, he wiggled it about as she squirmed, “mmm nice soft smooth skin, bet you go to the tanning beauty shops when your in town, keep your self in fine shape, so you can parade it around, like to watch us low life’s admire you while you think go fuck yourselves, you don’t get the snot from the likes of me,” another flick and the top of her pale green panties came in to view.

As Cassandra’s head shook so did the rest of her body, the work coat was wide enough to see the whole of the tee shirt and the two large bumps trembling on her breast’s, Gerry’s hand moved down to the next button, “So what are you thinking?”

Her lovely eyes pleaded for him to stop, he didn’t another button, now her could see down to the v in her panties, “Your thinking what are these horrid men doing in my lovely house, touching me, stripping me, and you think, fuck me its fucking obvious.”

He bent and flicked off the last button, Cassandra immediately drew her left leg up and crossed her thigh across her right thigh, squeezing tight, her little panties hugging tightly to her buttocks, Doug laughed, “Now your not thinking that we have come all this way, planned this little charade to get you alone and helpless to stop because you have crossed your long beautiful legs?” he laughed as he spoke, “That’s it lads time to go home, she has crossed her legs, nothing we can do, she says no so that’s the end of it,” all they men mockingly laughed at her pathetic gesture.

Doug stuck his finger in the top of her panty waistband and tugged forward allowing all the men to look down at the neatly trimmed hair nestling in the v, “Now put your leg down or we will tie them down, and while your doing that just open them a little, I want to have a dip.”

Groaning and moaning noises came out of the hole in her mouth as she shook her head the sound ooo and eesss could be made out, Gerry gripped her arm very tight, “No and please, soon it will be yes and thank you if you know what’s good for you, now spread those long legs.”

Joey was getting impatient, as his right arm gripped her arms his left hand shook her hair violently, “Learn to do as your told, it well be easier for you to obey everything we want you to do over the next few days.”

The words, “Few days,” brought a squealed groan from Cassandra, Doug tickled her under her chin, “Oh come on just a little, what’s in them posh green panties, show for your new found friends.”

Her leg dropped but didn’t part, Doug was in his element, “Now if your not a good girl me and my friend may have to take you in hand a do some correctional discipline, and I think you would look nice over my knee, when it comes to a pretty naked arse I do a mean spanking, now you choose.”

Joey was getting really excited, “Forget spanking this arse when we gona open it up and fuck it?” Doug still had hold of her chin as he said, “No need to rush things, we got a few days of fucking this little beauty and making her do all sorts of interesting perverted things, so lets be honest there’s no hurry, is there sweetheart?”

Her whole body squirmed with fear, the three men closed on to her; Doug revelled in the helpless beauty’s panic, “You gona open them for me or shall we get rough?” Gerry almost whispered, “We like to get rough with helpless pretty things like you and there’s lots of fun things in that bag over there, you want to see them?” Doug gripped her chin tight, “We may not be able to fuck you constantly but we have things in there that will.”

Joey tugged at her arm, “And just wait till you see what’s in the van, it will bring you a whole new meaning to riding lessons.”

Doug carried on, “Now where was I, oh yes,” he changed hands gripping the panty waistband with his left hand, he let the fingers on his right hand slide across her stomach, “You’ve had time to think about the consequences of not obeying us, part the pins lady, or.”

With a groan she shuffled her feet apart, the three men watched in triumph, Doug grinned in her face, “That’s a good girl, a little more,” he waited, “A little more, mmmmm nice,” he slid his hand down her stomach and cupped it around her cunt, “mmmmm very nice.”

She squealed as his index fingers pushed between the folds, pushing further in to her dry cunt, “Oh come on, just a little juice, surely a beautiful woman like you enjoys having her cunt tickled,” he pulled out and smelt his finger, “Still smells honey, nice to dip in to, but what have we here?”

He rubbed the palms of his hands over the bumps in her tee shirt, “Do these nips look as good as they feel?”

Her head shook as she felt Gerry hand close over her arse, he patted it, “Makes a nice slapping sound, firm and round just the thing for a spanking.”

As she squirmed from the fingers playing around and under the material of her pants Doug took a knife out of his back pocket, his thumb pushed at the little scroll and the blade flipped up, she stared at it.

Doug smiled, “Just you keep still,” his hand gripped the top of the tee shirt as his knife holding hand slid up under the shirt, they all watched the imprint of the blade as it journeyed up under the material until it poked out at the v neck. Doug dragged it in to the top, easily cut through the neck ribbing and then slowly sliced down, her magnificent tits helped push the material open.

A quick jerk at the bottom split the tee shirt in half, the two half’s covered nothing, Doug marvelled at the two large firm, melon like tits, to him the hard thick nipples were the things dreams were made of. Joey’s hand moved he couldn’t resist a quick squeeze.

Gerry laughed, “Now, now don’t go spoiling the merchandize we have other things in the bag that will do that,” he bent close to the terrified woman, “That’s if you’re not co-operative or if we get bored.”

Joey taunted her, “But you won’t let us get bored will you?” like a giggling schoolboy he squeezed both her arse and right breast at the same time.

Doug ran the knife between her breasts, grinning at the shaking head as he slowly continued down until he slipped it in to the side of the green panties. A quick flick of the wrist and the pale delicate material parted, she moved her legs trying to stop the half from moving, Doug just shook his head.

Joey squeezed her breast, “Naughty, naughty, keep them open and get used to it,” her legs stopped moving, a groan from the pained mouth registered she knew what he meant.

Doug blew her a kiss as he slit through the other side, they moved but still held between her legs, Gerry patted her arse, “Wiggle it until they fall, lets see some humpin.” Unable to do anything to stop this slow torture and humiliation, she tried to wiggle her arse bring laughter and words like, “Come on baby shake that ass,” and, “Switch that motor on.”

Final, to the sick words, “There they go,” the pretty torn panties dropped between her ankles, Doug looked at her, “There it is, in all its glory boys, there it is.”

Gerry giggled at him, “So that’s where those legs go, looks like we will have to go there to.”

Joey almost shouted, “Cut the rest off, lets have some fun.”

They dragged her away from the table so Doug could get at the coat and tee shirt. As the last remnants of her clothes were cut away, she shuddered to the words, “What shall we do to her first?”

Doug grabbed a handful of thick raven hair and pulled, “Its been a long time since breakfast, I expect your hungry how about we all fuck your mouth, then a little training, just to show you rich privileged bastards what the word slave really means?” Joey sniggered, “You mean a little horse training?”

Still tugging at the struggling woman’s hair Doug said, “Oh yes, I’ve already picked a nice beam for having some fun with her.”

With her hair being pulled and two men pushing her bound arms Cassandra was easily manhandle in to a kneeling position, she looked up at Doug who nodded, “First step to being a slave, subservient in a kneeling position and mine to do with as I please.”

Tears ran down her face as Joey quipped, “Ours to do with as we please.”

As the three men took their trousers off, Doug smiled at her, “What’s it feel like, little lady lots of money, your now nothing more than our plaything and about to suck wads of cum from three filthy cocks and believe me we are going to love watching you choke as it slides down your throat.”

The petrified woman knelt between the three men, her beautiful naked body on show to the leering eyes, her full lips contorted around the hard rubber ring stuck in her mouth, her tits rose and fell in panicked fear, Gerry saw all this, he patted her on the head as he scoffed, “You certainly have found your place in the cuntry.”

Doug moved forward his long filthy cock waggling in front, with both hands he grabbed her head and aimed his cock in to the ring, a lovely gagging noise came as she tried to squirm free but he held firm and shoved.

Much to the delight of the other two her whole body writhed, they knelt beside her Joey squeezing and mauling her breast’s, Gerry rubbing her arse then sliding under to finger her cunt, her legs were forced to stay open as she tried to maintain her balance, the fat cock showed no mercy as it speared in and out of her defenceless throat.

Gerry now with his finger pushed deep up her cunt, looked up and Doug, “You gona fuck her mouth until the end or are we going to keep it going, you for a while, then him, then me?”

Gerry had hold of Cassandra’s head, pulling and pushing it back and forth as enjoyed the soft wet mouth, “I’ll finish off, then you two can do her, I’ve got it planned and if we want some real fun with her then that’s how we will play it.”

Joey tweaked her nipple as he watched Doug speeding up, he could tell by his grunts that she was about to be fed, he grinned at the thought that, maybe for the first time in her life she was going to have several loads of male cum slammed in to her throat then there was nothing she could do that would stop it sliding in to her stomach.

Doug came, gurgling noise’s came from her mouth but Doug was not stopping, he held her head back as she gagged and tried to swallow, he wasn’t letting her head up until he was sure she had swallowed the lot.

She coughed and grunted, he let go, her eyes watered but that didn’t deter Joey, who was already in front and aiming his meat at the rubber hole.

She got the same treatment from him and then Gerry until all three had used her throat. And forced her to swallow. Gerry knelt behind her holding her his arms round her, his hands moulding her tits as Doug and Joey went to the van, Gerry whispered, “You done a bit of riding in your day but I bet nothin like this and I also bet you’ll do anything rather then go riding this way again.”

Her squeals were loud and pitiful as the two men carried a long trestle in; they set it down in front of her. The four legs, two at each end supported one long beam of 4 by 4, the long top shaved to a sharp pitch, Doug sniggered, “O K little lady I think your lucky life just ran out, meet the pony.”

She watched in horror as the rope was thrown over the beam. Then her wrists were unlocked. She was held tightly as they were re-locked in front of her, she struggled pitifully as they tied the rope to the wrist ring and pulled down, as they pulled down so she was forced to stand.

Doug held the rope as Gerry grabbed one of her legs and pulled it sideways, Joey slid the modified saw bench between her long shapely legs, all three men gloated at their helpless victim forced on to tip toes now straddled across the sharpened length of wood.

Her head shook but the only response she got was deranged childish laughter, Doug giggled as he said, “That’s the easy part this is where the fun begins.”

Joey and Gerry grabbed an ankle simultaneously, pulling them up and tying them to the bar behind her, with all her strength she pulled on the rope holding her wrist, trying not to let her cunt drop on to the pitch of the wood, she struggled to hold on as they added to her misery by tying her knees together under the bar.

She tried to scream at Doug as he let the rope slide through his hand, the scream turned in to a frenzy of noise as her cunt lips parted around the sharp wood, he let the rope slip another two inch’s, she had to pull on the rope to save the pain.

The rope was tied off and all three men circled their helpless captive as she pulled on the rope, Joey rubbed his chin mockingly, “Wonder how long she can hold on?” Doug slid three riding crops out of the bag and swished them through the air, “Not long if we have anything to do with it, but I bet she’s going to be very co-operative when we’ve done playing with her,” he grinned in her contorted face, “Oh come on sweet-heart, every body needs a hobby, you said so yourself.”

Chapter Two To Follow: Mother and Daughter can go riding together.