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Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY Becca Gets Caught by Hunter (NC teen)
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 22:10:04 -0400
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You must be of legal age(18) to read "Becca Gets Caught".

 If you do not like stories of bad things happening to sweet
young girls you probably should not read this either.  Yes this
story is ridiculous, but who knows, you might like it.  It's not
terribly long, just something I wanted to write and not spend too
much time with.

This story can be distributed on any site that doesn't charge
money to get access. 










Becca Gets Caught

By Hunter





Becca darted her head side to side searching for any witnesses.
Seeing no one, she quietly entered the empty stall.  Her father
and Earl were out in the fields today so she knew she should be
okay.   The barn she was in was older than she was, by a lot. 
Her father had constructed it more than thirty years ago, and it
showed its age.   Holes covered by plywood littered the roof and
on rainy days water would dribble in through the cracks.  The
brown planks that made up the walls were badly in need of
replacement and looking through one of the countless cracks she
double-checked that no one was outside.  There were six stalls
and she was in the last for two reasons.  First, it was farthest
from the door and she would have plenty of time to compose
herself if anyone entered, and most importantly, it had the most
hay.

 Looking around one last time, she slid her hand-sewn pink and
white flowered dress down to her ankles.  Trying not to make any
noise she stepped out of the dress and walked over to the largest
pile of hay, located in the corner of the stall.  With her back
to the pile of hay she let herself fall back, gravity carrying
her into the soft mound.  It felt so good to her that she
immediately let a sigh as she sank deeper in, finally coming to a
rest half covered.  Nothing made her more happy than these
playtimes.  The hay got itchy after awhile but she loved the feel
of it on her skin and the effect it had on her little cunnie. 
Wiggling out of her white cotton panties she got comfortable,
spreading her legs wide and reveling in the feel of the hay on
her naked body. 

Life on a farm in Macona, Mississippi was hard, especially for a
young girl.  Her family was dirt poor and got by day to day. The
earth had become barren around those parts and it hardly ever
rained anymore. Her father was one of two farmers left who
refused to give up.  The rest had either moved or gone on to
other vocations.  Her daily routine consisted of waking before
dawn, cooking her father breakfast, going to school, and than
running home and doing housework all evening until bed.   Becca
was the poorest girl in her school and was often teased by the
other kids for her dirty clothes, among other things.  Four
dresses, which had been sewn by her deceased mother, one pair of
brown saddle shoes, and a couple pairs of panties were all the
clothes she owned.  What made matters worse were that the clothes
did not even fit her anymore.  Her mother had died of cancer a
few years back and so had her hope for any new dresses.  The
dresses all came only a few inches down from ass ! her and her
panties were so tight Becca was constantly pulling them out of
her little rear.  The fact that Becca was blossoming in to a
women didn't help matters, as the boys at school were constantly
pinching her butt or running into her breasts, which were always
straining to escape their tight confinement.  Bras were a luxury
she didn't have.   She was not a happy girl and often dreamed
about leaving Macona and going to college or some big city to
live.  Of course, Becca knew her fantasies were pieces of hay to
be fed to the mule.  She had no illusions.  Most likely the best
she could ever hope for was to marry some local boy and settle
down, staying in Macona and living a life she hated.  She could
always hope though.



The only time the young girl ever enjoyed herself was in the
barn.  With the growing of her breasts also came the growing of a
strange sensation in the depths of her loins.  At first she had
experimented with herself tentatively, lightly touching her outer
lips, pulling at her expanding clitoris, surprised at the
sensations this created.  She knew it to be a sin but like most
girls and boys her age, proceeded anyway.  It took time but after
a few months Becca had become very talented at pleasing herself.
In fact, nothing made her feel better.  Where everything else she
did seemed to be for someone else this was only for her.  The
only problem was finding a place.  The house was too risky as her
father loved to surprise her and see if she was doing her chores,
which if she wasn't ended up costing her a hard spanking over his
knee. The barn seemed the only safe place. Her father never
searched for her there and the hay was an exquisite aphrodisiac.
It was in the barn that she ! would make slow passionate love to
herself, groaning and grunting, giving herself over to the
experience.  Dreaming of love on exotic beaches and prince
charming's sweeping her away to their castles she would smile and
rub with her eyes closed, lost in her own delicious world.


Working her fingers on her pusbascent nub she brought her other
hand up to coddle and play with her nipples.  Her long blonde
curly hair was lost in the hay and a few strands of it lay over
her eyes.  With ecstatic determination she moved her fingers in
circular motions over and around her clitoris.  Rubbing, pulling,
pinching, she kept it up at a furious pace.  She felt her body
near its peak, so close to the glorious end result her body
needed.

 Bucking against her hand she opened her eyes a little at a sound
she heard.  Standing in the stall door was Earl.  Her worst fear
realized she frantically grabbed her dress lying nearby and
covered up.  After a few minutes of shock she came to the
realization that he had seen everything.  He had seen her fully
naked body writhing on the floor, her soft blonde hair covering
her contorted face, heard her moans of passion, and had seen her
fingers down in her cunnie.


Earl just stood there staring for several minutes.  It was the
first time he had ever seen a naked woman in flesh.  His eyebrows
were arched in a quizzical expression.  Having no experience with
sex or even woman other than his momma for that matter, he was
mulling over what he had witnessed.   

Earl was the son of the only other farmer in Macona, Mississippi.
 They lived a few miles from Becca and her father.  The two
families shared a bond, as they were the last of their kind in
the area, dirt-poor farmers too proud to give up.  Occasionally
Earl's father Reginald would send Earl over to help out Becca's.
 She never really got along with Earl; he was always staring at
her and very shy around the pretty young girl.  Earl was
twenty-five and an only child.  The rumour was that after Earl,
his parents didn't want any more kids.  Eleven pounds even was
his weight at birth and it nearly killed his mother, but his size
wasn't the reason they were soured on kids.  The fact was that
Earl was slow, very slow.  Even as a small child everyone knew he
was different.  His parents didn't even bother placing him in
school. His whole life had been spent working on the farm.  He
had become strong as an ox and his massive back and shoulders
could carry loads it would usually take a ! tractor to haul.  He
had a mean temper and most everyone in town was deathly scared of
provoking him.


Earl had only seen a naked girl once before and that had been in
dirty picture his cousins had shown him to see his startled
reaction.  The girl in that had been doing things to herself too
and his cousins had told him "that's what sluts do."  Having only
a vague notion of the word slut from the way his parents used it
he associated it with girls who were dirty and willing to have
sex with anybody.  He automatically assumed that was what was
before him.


Becca slowly got up and was trying to put her dress back on
without showing Earl anymore skin.  Deciding she had to do it in
one quick motion, she frantically held the dress over her head
and was sliding into it when she felt his large monster hands
grab the dress away from her and throw it behind him. Trying to
cover up again, he grabbed her arms and held them away from her
at her sides, as he looked her naked body over.  Becca was very
scared and trying desperately to find some way out of this
without anyone finding out.

Early pushed her back down on the hay, where she had been so
happy before, and started madly pulling his overalls down.  Becca
was struggling and could see the primal lust in his eyes and knew
there was nothing she could do to stop this giant.  After sever
moments of fumbling with his underwear his penis was finally
free.  Nearly passing out at the sight of his genitals she
realized it was in proportion with the rest of his body.   There
was nothing she could do as she lie back and silently awaited the
plundering of her maidenhood.  It didn't take long as Earl, after
several unsuccessful tries finally found her hole. It was still
sopping wet from her previous exertions, and not knowing any
better, Earl buried his enormous member inside Becca's moist
interior in one stroke.  Searing pain enveloped Becca and she was
close to passing out.  She had envisioned sex countless times
while playing with herself and it never felt like this in her
fantasies.  Earl kept his penis buried in!  her for several
minutes and enjoyed the indescribable feeling of his first
vagina.  Two quick strokes later, Earl for the first time in his
life, had an orgasm as he shot stream after stream up Becca's
tight channel.   Becca cried realizing he had cum inside her and
she might be pregnant with this dull-witted man's baby.  She was
waiting for him to get off of her when she felt him starting to
thrust into her again.  His strokes were hard but slow and he
picked up a steady rhythm he seemed to enjoy.  Reaching up with
his hands he pawed at her breasts and even put one in his mouth
as he saw the man do in the movie.  Her vagina never really
getting used to the size within it Samantha felt herself getting
worked up nevertheless.   Still hurting, she slowly started
getting trembling feelings in the gut of her stomach as Earl
mercilessly pounded into her.  She knew what the tremors were and
couldn't believe she was actually starting to reluctantly enjoy
his plundering.  It was only!  natural she told herself as she
prepared for her first orgasm with a man.  Wrapping her legs
around his hulking form she started bucking back and groaning
into each thrust.  She felt it coming on and screamed as she felt
Earl spilling his second load into her defenseless womb and
collapsed on top of her.

 Opening her eyes she got her second surprise of the day.  Her
and Earl's fathers were standing in the door to the stall in the
same place Earl had been half an hour before.  Immediately
realizing how this looked she tried to push the now exhausted
ogre off of her but he wouldn't budge.

Fighting to get Earl off of her, he seemed to be in a coma or
something, she saw her father and Earl's walk to the entrance of
the barn.  Frustration built up and she started kicking and
scratching Earl to get him to wake up and roll off of her. His
weight was suffocating her now and she was beginning to see
stars.  After several more rough pinches on his back he seemed to
come out of it.  He looked up and seemed to be confused.  Looking
down at the naked girl he suddenly remembered what they had been
doing.  A stupid grin later he thrust his semi hard dick back
into Becca and laying his full weight on her started burrowing
into the extremely sore teenager.  She couldn't believe he still
wanted more.

Obviously Earl never saw their parents Becca thought to herself
as she took his gigantic member deep in her womb for the third
time.  Or maybe he did and just didn't care.  She could hear bit
and pieces of their father's conversation as she tiredly grunted
and moaned around Earl's girth.   She heard her father say "well
she's a little young' and than Mr. Tunsil say, "hell Norma was
younger than her."  Unsuccessfully she tried to keep quiet but it
was just too big.  She thought about screaming and telling them
Earl raped her but she knew they would never believe it after
having seen her so into it before.  After Earl spent himself he
finally did roll off.  Becca nervously peaked down at her crotch,
scared at what she might find.  Rivers of Earl's cum were running
out of her stretched out hole and forming a puddle beneath her
ass.  Her thighs were also covered in the mess. It had a reddish
color and she realized there was blood mixed in with his seed.

Tenderly getting up and putting her dress on she saw her father
come around the corner to the stall.  Ignoring Earl, and with a
little bit of revulsion in his eye, he grabbed her arm and led
her to the house as she followed, walking extremely bow-legged.

Her father made her "get decent" and than sat her down in a chair
in the kitchen and had a long talk with her. Becca could count on
one hand the number of times he had spoken to her in the last
year and compared to that this was a deluge of speaking for the
man.  Afterwards she sat in the chair and cried deep sorrowful
sobs, as she comprehended what her father had told her.  She was
to marry Earl.  Her father had arranged it with Mr. Tunsil.  No
daughter of his was going to go whoring around with some half-wit
he told her.  If she really wanted him that bad it would be with
a ring on her finger.  She cried in front of him after that and
he proceeded to put her over his knee and spank her.  Telling her
to take her medicine, he said she was getting old enough anyway
and it was good he was marrying her off, especially after what he
had seen that day.  Farmer's daughters always married young and
if it had to be with that "retard" than that was her fault for
spreading her legs for ! him.

The rest of the night Becca did her usual chores as she thought
of someway out of the horrible predicament she found herself in.
She could run, but where to.  News of this would get out fast and
she would be known as the dirtiest slut in the whole county. 
Becca was sure Mr. Tunsil would tell everybody and was thrilled
about finding a wife for Earl.  No girl would go near him and
most usually fled when they even saw him approaching.   He had a
habit of doing "inappropriate things."  Her father had a powerful
hold over her and she knew that she could never go against his
wishes.  It would ruin his reputation and she didn't want that. 
She had never disobeyed him but the thought of being married Earl
made her stomach turn.  Drifting off to sleep that night she knew
all of her dreams and fantasies were never going to come true
now.  She was going to have to be the wife of Earl and the
laughingstock of everyone that saw them together.  If only she
had been more careful.


The wedding was arranged quickly and Becca knew it was primarily
due to the fact that everyone wanted it done before she either
ran off or killed herself.  Most were surprised she hadn't done
one of two already.  It took place in Earl's cousin's house as no
minister would marry Earl to anyone, let alone a small pretty
fifteen year old girl who was a quarter of his size.  Her father
provided no wedding dress and she wore the same one she had that
day Earl had ravaged her.  Earl looked even less the groom than
she did the bride.  He wore a pair of coveralls and work boots. 
When the justice of the peace announced "I now pronounce you man
and wife" everyone kind of nervously stood around waiting for
what was coming.  After a sharp elbow from his father Earl picked
her up and stuck his enormous tongue down her throat while she
sobbed into his mouth.  The justice looked sick when Earl lifted
up Becca's dress and started smiling and mauling her panty
covered ass in front of everyone! .

There was no Honeymoon.  After the wedding she went with Earl and
his father back to their house.  Earl's father had given him the
camping trailer, which was located at the far side of the farm,
to live in with his new wife. He was more than happy to get his
son out of the house. The trailer consisted of a bed, one table,
one chair, and an old black and white television.  Mr. Smith told
her that Earl liked watching cartoons for hours at a time and
that was usually what he did every night.

Becca's wedding night was not spent on a tropical beach with
waves washing over her naked body as she always dreamed.  It was
spent underneath her hulking husband as he fucked her ruthlessly
for hours.  She had no idea a man could go as long as Earl did
and wondered if she was just unlucky.  Afterwards when she got up
to dress and clean herself he roughly grabbed her arm and said
one of the few words in his vocabulary "no."  She spent the rest
of the evening naked.  He would squeeze her tits when she walked
by or make her stand while he fondled her ass.  Becca got the
feeling Earl thought of her as a plaything.

The next day Mr. Tunsil showed up and told her she would have to
get a job.  He explained he wasn't going to have a daughter
in-law that lay around the house all day.  So Becca had gotten a
job as a waitress in the local diner.  She was the youngest girl
there by far and often had to put up with truck drivers pinching
her ass or offering her ten bucks for a blowjob.  Everyone in
town thought she was lowest kind of whore for marrying Earl and
treated her as such. The only good thing about it was the manager
was Billy Lee, a good looking twenty five-year-old she had had a
crush on since a young girl.  She would often fantasize about
running off with him to someplace no one could find them.

Her life was simple.  She worked all day and than came home and
cooked dinner for her and Earl on the portable camping stove his
father had given them.  They never had any money since Mr. Smith
took most of her check and tips so dinner usually consisted of
hot dogs or beans. After dinner most of the evening was spent on
her back.  Earl was constantly horny.

A couple of months into her marriage Earl came home with a
package.  He had spent all day with his cousins, and apparently
she found out later, had watched a few X-rated movies with them.
She never did like his cousins.  Earl had bought a black
g-string, red bra, and some black high heels he had seen one of
the girls wear in the movies. Of course he had used her
hard-earned tip money to do so. Throwing it at her he indicated
she was to put it on and than he tried all the new things he had
learned.  He violated her ass, choked her with deep strokes in
her throat, and even spit on her while he fucked her doggie
style. She wondered what kind of movies he had watched and what
his cousins had told him about treating a woman. From that day
onward she had to wear that slutty outfit whenever she was home.
It was especially bad when she went outside to use the outhouse
or something and people driving by would honk at her.  Earl's
attitude towards her had grown increasingly hostile.  ! She had
other duties now too. When Earl would watch his cartoons at night
she was there kneeling in front of him slurping and sucking his
cock for the hours every night.  Earl treated her like a
worthless slut and Becca knew it was mainly because he didn't
know any better.  His ideas of women came from a few x-rated
movies and how his cousins told him to treat her.  When Becca
wouldn't do something he wanted he would put her tiny ass over
his knee and whip her with a belt until she was balling and eager
to do whatever he wanted.  She learned fast it was better to
follow his wishes, which were often hard to comprehend.

Her life had become pure misery and she didn't think it could get
worse but somehow it did. One night while working late, Earl's
father had walked in the back office of the restaurant and caught
Billy and her fucking.  Blackmailing her by telling her if she
didn't do what he said he would tell Earl, and she knew what he
would do to Billy, she now had to service him daily as well as
Earl.  Usually she would meet him after work in the barn where he
would brutalize her tender young body and than she would have to
go to the trailer and try and hide the cum leaking out of her
holes.


After three years Becca had come to fully accept her role as the
Tunsil whore.  All thoughts of escape had left her mind.  She
worked and she was fucked.  That was her life.  They had no
limits sexually and Earl was still trying new ways to use and
degrade her, which he would learn from his cousins or whoever. 
They had two children now and a third was on the way.  Pregnancy
didn't stop their use of her and she often found herself bobbing
up and down with Earl's dick embedded in her ass as her round
full tummy slapping his stomach.  It looked like her children
were going to be just like their daddy.  They seemed slow and she
knew she was going to have her hands full with them.

Sometimes she would sit and wonder about that one day and what
would have happened if she had never been caught.



THE END


Thanks for reading. Any comments good or bad can be directed to
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