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From: shattered_mind@nospam.hotmail.com (Naive)
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Subject: {ASSM} The Farm - Chap. 2 (Ff+/m, Fdom, exhib, inc?)
Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2002 07:10:02 -0500
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Hi All,

New chapter to add. Hope you like. Feel free to write me at the E-mail above 
minus the nospam.

Naive

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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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Naive). No one has the right to alter, distribute, or sell this story 
with out my written permission. I do hear by give the right to give or 
display this story to anyone who wants it as long as it's free of 
charge. Changes and follow-up stories should have my permission. Any 
grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as long as it does not 
alter the concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story contains adult situations and sexual 
content. If subject matter of this type offends please DO NOT read any 
further. Thank you.
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The Farm (Chapter 2)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com
Edited by Cody

        I'd never been as embarrassed as I was at the pool edge. Following 
Aunt Julie up to my room where she had laid out some clothes for me, I 
tried to forget. A swimsuit was on the bed waiting, though I was no 
longer in the mood to swim. "Julie, can I get something else to wear? 
I'm not really much up to swimming anymore."

        "Aw, come on Alan don't be a spoil sport. All the girls were 
hoping that you'd swim some with them." Julie said looking a bit 
disappointed.

        "Please, Aunt Julie." Pleading in my most pitiful voice. Not 
looking up from the carpet.

        "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." Julie said gripping my chin and 
looking me in the eyes, so very sincere.

        "It's okay." I smiled. "I'd just rather read or watch TV or 
something."

        "I understand." Smiling back she pulled a set of keys from the 
side of her bathing suit and unlocked the closet. Grabbing out a pair of 
shorts and a tee shirt she tossed them to me and locked the closet back. 
"Your mom told me you like to change a lot, so I'll get your clothes 
when you need them." Looking away I tried to act normal but it still 
embarrassed me. The fact was, I did like to change a lot, and always had 
a stack of clothes to wash at the end of the week. Mom sometimes asked 
if she wasn't raising a girl: that always hurt. "So try not to get these 
too dirty."

        "Yes Ma'am"

        "Good." She said patting me on the shoulder. "I'm going back out 
to the pool. Just find something to do. We'll probably only stay out 
there a little while." With that, she left me alone to do just that. I 
knew Julie kept all her computer stuff out in the old barn out back so 
surfing was out. Closing the door I put my clothes on, and let me tell 
you, I've never been happier to be dressed. Wandering down stairs I 
found the TV and flipped it on, but quickly found that there was nothing 
on. So books were my next choice. Taking a look at the books Aunt Julie 
kept on her shelves I found the classics: Shakespeare, Poe, Chaucer, 
etc.... And, the not so classic: Ann Rice, Marquis De Sade, and Pauline 
Réage. Not your average reading selection. I pulled out 'The Claiming of 
Sleeping Beauty' by A.N. Roquelaure (a.k.a. Ann Rice) and started 
reading. It was a very erotic book, which I quickly got lost in. Before 
I knew it Julie and the rest of them where on their way in, laughing and 
making noise. This was not a book I wanted to be caught reading. What 
would they think? I'd never live it down, and the rest of the weekend 
would be hell. Tossing it under the couch, I acted like I was just 
relaxing there. Julie gave me this 'what have you been up to look'. 
Yawning and stretching seemed the best ploy.

        "So, what have you been up to young man?" She just came out and 
said it.

        "Just resting a bit." I smiled. But I'm sure she could tell 
something was up. I must have looked guilty or something, but she let it 
slide.

        "Well I have to go do a little work for a while, so you and the 
girls will have to find something to keep you entertained." Giving me 
that 'no funny business' look, she continued. "Why not play cards or 
something? That should be fun."

        "I'm sure we'll think of something Mom." Amy assured her. "I think 
we'll all just run up stairs and take showers, then we'll find something 
to do."

        "All right. Well I'm leave Alan in charge." She gave Amy a 
motherly look, and then stared me straight in the eyes. "Take care of my 
girls, got it?" Nodding seemed the best response. With it she ran up 
stairs to change followed by the gaggle of girls.

        Sitting there doing nothing made the time click away second by 
second in my head. Aunt Julie came and left, but the girls were still up 
stairs leaving me bored and alone, as they washed up. And let me tell 
you, girls can take forever washing up; nothing like guys. Like ten or 
fifteen minutes you're done, but not them. After a while I finally 
pulled the book out from under the couch and started reading again. It 
was over two hours before they all came pouring down the stairs. By that 
time I was totally immersed in the novel. As soon as I noticed them I 
tried to hide the book, but they saw it before I could get it out of 
sight. I will have to give them one thing - they were looking mighty 
fine.

        "So, what you reading Alan?" Amy smirked. She must have already 
seen what I had, or noticed what was missing from the shelf.

        "Nothing much." Trying to play nonchalant worked like a thrown 
rock.

        "Really?" Amy leapt at me, grabbing the book from my hand. "The 
claiming of sleeping beauty ... isn't this a sex novel?"

        "Ahm, well I guess you might call it that." My face had to be 
violet I was so embarrassed, but if I didn't try to play it off some 
they'd be on me like sharks in a feeding frenzy. "I just pulled it off 
the shelf and was skimming it. Not really reading it, per se."

        "Well you sure looked like you were skimming intensely." Smiling 
Amy tried to mimic my intense reading style.

        "So, tell us what you read." Samantha popped down beside me on the 
couch and wrapping her arms around my left arm.

        "Oh yes, do tell!" Cindy said as she did the same thing on my 
right. Suddenly, I was feeling really uncomfortable and not all of it 
had to do with the book. Here I was trapped between two beautiful girls, 
begging me to retell the erotica I'd just been reading. Somehow, I'm not 
sure how, I'd gotten myself into this one, and I couldn't see any real 
way out.

        "Well, umm ... you see ... I didn't really read that much." All 
their eyes were on me. They could see right through my lie. They weren't 
going to buy it. So I needed a different tactic. "Cards!" That confused 
them. "We should all play cards. That's what Aunt Julie suggested."

        "I thought that you were going to tell us a story." Wendy said 
flashing me a gorgeous little smirk. "But, I think cards might be fun 
too. 

        "Amy, why don't you get us a deck?" I smiled.

        "Okay. Alan, you're still going to have to tell us what you read 
sometime." Flipping her hair she set off in search of a deck of cards.

        "So, how do you like the farm so far Alan?" Erica said draping 
herself in one of the nearby loungers.

        "I don't know. Not too bad. It's very pretty out here."

        "Are you only staying for the weekend?" Her eyes burned into mine, 
with her intense stare.

        "Yeah." Looking away I tried to act natural, but her predatory 
looks worried me. "I have to get back to school, though I've already 
aced everything. And, I have graduation of course."

        "So you're pretty much done, just attendance left?"

        "Yep, that's about it." Knowingly I sounded a bit cocky, but it 
was true. With a month still left of school I could have skipped all the 
rest of my classes and still escaped with mostly A(s).

        "That's good," with that gleam in her eyes again, "very good."

        "I got the cards!" Amy yelled from the kitchen. At that, all of 
sudden Cindy and Samantha were pulling me up and dragging me off towards 
the kitchen. All I could do was follow or be dragged behind them. I 
could hear Erica snickering behind me. Guess she could tell I was being 
led like a child. Cindy and Samantha plopped me down in the head chair 
and took up seats on either side of me. Amy was wearing an amused look, 
as I sat there a bit incredulous. The others came in and took up their 
seats all around the table.

        "So what should we play?" Amy asked.

        "Poker?" I suggested. Mostly because it's the only card game I 
know.

        "Nah, poker's no fun unless you bet." Frowning Cindy tapped the 
table nervously.

        "Well let's bet then. Penny poker?" Amy said.

        "Sorry guys, I got no money on me," being that I left it all at 
home. There was no way I could foresee such a need out here in the 
middle of nowhere.

        "Well I guess we'll have to bet something else." Looking 
thoughtful for a second, Erica came up with a suggestion. "I know we can 
play strip poker."

        "What!?!?" I couldn't believe my ears. There was no way some girl 
I hardly know just suggested strip poker. "You're kidding right?"

        "Why? don't feel up to the challenge?" Cindy quipped.

        "Well I'm not sure if we should." Trying to throw in a little 
reason seemed a valid defense, "Aunt Julie will be home anytime now."

        "Nah, Mom'll still be hours. She always loses herself in her 
work." Amy said helpfully. Though, it was the opposite of the response I 
wanted. This was a dream come true, or a nightmare about to happen.

        "Come on Alan. You're not chicken are you?" Wendy's smile all but 
made me cave. If I had a chance to see her naked I had to take it.

        "Well I guess." This was my chance. Well, maybe not my chance to 
get laid, but at least a chance to see some real girls naked. It was a 
little weird with my cousin Amy there, but otherwise it was almost as 
good as the lake. Trying not to look too eager, "So what are the rules?"

        "Five card draw?" Wendy said.

        "Sounds good. But, what about the clothes?"

        "Hmm, the worst loser of each hand has to take something off. That 
way it should last a bit." Erica piped in. "Shoes and socks count as 
only one item and jewelry doesn't count at all."

        "Sounds fair except you all have on more than me." It wasn't hard 
to figure that I might lose this, and quick, if I didn't even the odds 
some.

        "Yea, but there are five of us and only one of you." Samantha put 
in. "You're more likely to see us, then we are to see you."

        "So have you guys done this before?" Curious as to my chances.

        "Once or twice." Cindy smiled. "We'll just use the standard rules 
and off we go."

        "Alright, standard rules sound good." Figuring out my odds, I was 
in pretty good shape, so the game started.

        Every thing was going so well in the beginning. Samantha and Erica 
had lost their shoes and socks. Wendy lost her shirt, though she had 
another shirt on under it, but it was thin and she didn't seem to have a 
bra on. Amy took off her pants revealing a pair of shorts underneath; a 
bit of a jip, but she was my cousin so I wasn't looking too hard anyway. 
But, then everything started going wrong.

        I hit a bad streak. First I lost my shoes then my shirt. The cards 
had turned on me. Finally, someone else lost. Cindy lost her shirt 
leaving her in a nice pink bra that barely held all of her in. If you 
looked hard, and believe me I tried when no one was looking, you could 
just see her pink nipples. But still I was starting to get nervous with 
nothing left but my shorts. And then it happened - another losing hand. 
All my luck was gone, leaving me stranded and about to be stark naked in 
front of five girls. Nothing was going right for me this entire weekend.

        "Well Alan, it looks like your time is up," Erica smiled evilly.

        "Aw, come on! You don't really expect me to take everything off do 
you?" My heart was pounding in my ears.

        "Oh yes we do." Wendy laughed. "I'm sure that if it was one of us 
you'd expect us too." The truth hit hard. There was no way out this for 
me. "And if you don't, we can always take the rest from you."

        "Amy, please..." But my plea fell on deaf ears.

        "I don't think so." Amy had this shit eating smirk on. It was at 
that moment I knew it was over. "Though, I do like Wendy's idea of 
taking them off you ourselves."

        "If I take them off can we be done with this?" All I could hope 
was to get my clothes back quick before Julie came home.

        "Yea, I guess so." Amy nodded. Standing up I took a deep breath. 
Nothing I'd ever done before seemed so difficult. Slowly I unsnapped the 
button and pulled the zipper down, then in a flash I yanked them down 
and threw them on the table covering myself as fast as I could.

        "Aw! Come on, I didn't even get to see anything." Erica pouted.

        "I took them off. Now can I have my clothes back?"

        "Of course not." Amy smirked, seemingly a constant on her face.

        "What?" I was in shock. "But the game's over." 

        "We play for keeps." Amy shrugged. "You agreed to play by the 
standard rules. You don't give back money at the end of a game. Why 
would you give back what you won?"

        "It's not the same." I had to talk some sense into them.

        "Oh grow up Alan." Cindy chided. "Just go get some more clothes."

        "I can't." Admitting that to them was almost as hard as I was. 
"Julie has my clothes locked in the closet upstairs. Please, can I have 
my clothes back before Aunt Julie shows up?"

        "Well I don't know." Samantha said looking thoughtful. "Maybe if 
you gave us a better look I'd give you back what I've won."

        "No doing." Erica said flatly. "If he wants his shorts back, which 
I won, he's going to have to do more then that."

        "Oh, God." Somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear a clock 
ticking away. At any moment Julie was going to come charging in, as I 
stood their in the buff. There was no way I could face her like this. 
"What ... What do you want me to do to get them back?"

        "I want to see you jerk off." Erica's eyes bore into mine. I could 
feel her sizing me up. This was more humiliating than I could have ever 
imagined. But, for some reason, I was stone behind my shielding hands.

        "You have to be joking, right?" The flush that came over me was 
full body. I'm sure they all could see it. Erica wasn't alone though, 
the other girls were quick to nod their assent to her plan.

        "But I can't." Whining seemed my only chance. "Please, please, 
please give me my clothes back."

        "Well then, I guess you can just stand around naked until Mom 
comes back." That knowing smile Amy gave me said she knew I'd cave, and 
I did.

        "Alright." How was I ever going to look at any of them again? 
Their cheers only made it that much harder, both figuratively and 
literally.

        "Okay, up on the table." Erica said. And before I knew it Cindy 
and Amy were at my side pushing me up on the table. My erection popped 
from my grip, as I used my hands to stop from falling face first into 
the table.

        "Well, it looks like he's ready." Wendy's comment stung. And, if I 
thought I was red before it didn't compare to this moment. "Just kneel 
right there in the center of the table and do it for us." My tongue was 
so dry I couldn't speak. Hell, at that moment, I'm not even sure I could 
think. Kneeling there, in the middle of the table, all I could do was 
close my eyes and start stroking. It was humiliating, but so erotic I 
was on the edge with my first stroke. I had to be fast, knowing that 
Aunt Julie could be home at any second, that clock still ticking in the 
back of my mind. And then ... it stopped.

        "Alan James! What in the hell are you doing up on that table?" 
Julie's voice hit me like an anvil. It was over - I knew at that moment 
my life done, because Julie was going to kill me. "Just a few hours ago 
you wouldn't even let these girls see your ass and now you're doing 
this? I want an explanation and I want it now." Putting my hands flat on 
the table I started to get off the table, that is until Julie put her 
hand on my shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?"

        "I was getting off the table." Stuttering out what I though was 
the obvious.

        "I don't think so." Shaking her head angrily. "You can stay just 
the way you are until I hear the whole story." God this was worse then I 
could have ever imagined. She was true to her word to; she kept me 
kneeling there on the table until she pulled out every word and every 
thought that was going through my head. That was the worst part.

        "So you girls decided to play strip poker, eh?" Julie's fire had 
died some, but she wasn't ready to let anyone off. "What would you've 
done if he'd won?" she asked her daughter.

        "We were going to make him feel guilty about trying to see us 
naked, so we wouldn't have to." Amy stared down at the table. I was in 
shock knowing that it probably would have worked - it was five to one 
after all.

        "Well Alan it looks like you were tricked, but that doesn't excuse 
what you've done." Julie reached out and grabbed onto my still erect 
member. "Or, this." Julie let go, watching it bounce back into position, 
and shook her head. "I left you in charge; I expected better." All my 
righteous, indignant feelings fell apart. Letting my shoulders slump I 
let her know I knew I was wrong too. "You seem to have let your hormones 
control you. I'm not sure I can trust you with my girls again. Give me a 
second to think."

        "Aunt Julie, I'm ... I'm really sorry."

        "I know Alan." Julie took my chin in her hand. "I'm going to ask 
you a few personal questions and I want you to answer them truthfully, 
okay?" Nodding my response, she continued. "What's the most times you've 
cum in a day?"

        "What?" Shaking my head to make sure I heard her right didn't 
change it. And, she just gave me that look. "Um, five."

        "Good." Julie's approving smile didn't make me feel any better. 
"And, when was the last time you came?"

        "The night before last." Looking down at the table, I tried to 
avoid looking at her or the others. How could she ask me such questions? 
And, in front of the girls, but I answered, humiliating as it was. 
Nothing in my life had prepared me for this. It was like one of those 
bad stories off the web I read late at night, and the way it was looking 
things were only going to get worse.

        "Alright, then." Julie let go of my chin and stood right in front 
of me. "You have a choice; you can play a little game I've got in mind 
or I can tie you up for the rest of the weekend and drop you off at home 
just like this. I'm sure you can explain to your parents."

        "You wouldn't!" My voice started cracking under the strain.

        "Amy, go get the rope from the cellar."

        "No wait!" I pleaded. "What kind of game do you have in mind?"

        "Amy, do as I said." Harshly, Julie looked me in the eyes. "Just 
decide."

        "Alright ... alright." My heart was pounding. "I'll play the 
game."

        "Good boy." Julie smiled. "Just lie flat on the table." When I 
didn't move she put her hand on my chest and pushed me flat on the 
table. It was at that point that I started moving on auto. My mind was 
totally fried. Everything had to be a dream, nothing like this could 
ever really happen. "Good. Now close your eyes. That's a good boy." Amy 
came back up the stairs. I could hear them whispering and maybe the 
sound of dishes or something metal. Every noise was just a mystery. My 
wrists and ankles were pulled apart; they were putting something on me. 
The lump in my chest was only proportionate to the pounding in my ears. 
Everything was surreal as I felt them tighten me down to the table 
spread eagle. "Alan?" Julie's hand caressed my check. I'm not sure but I 
think I might have been crying.

        "Yes?" I gasped totally out of breath.

        "Just relax." It was either her voice or that slight caress that 
made everything seemed okay. She wasn't going to hurt me. I knew that 
really. And, something inside accepted her control, her right to do this 
to me. Not to say that I wasn't still scared and worried out of my mind, 
and of course tied down naked to the dining room table. Still, at the 
same time I felt safe and confident in her to protect me. "The game 
we're going to play is a test of your control. If you can keep your 
hormones in check, I'll give you what you wanted." Opening my eyes, I 
could see her right above me. Her eyes looking deep into mine. It was 
odd looking at her upside down, as I lie flat on my back naked to the 
world. She just stood there, her hand resting on my chest. "If you win - 
I'll make all the girls take their clothes of for you."

        "What!" The girls said in almost perfect unison. I'm not sure if 
they were anymore shocked than I.

        "I don't want to hear another word." Her quiet command radiated in 
her voice. She looked to the girls then back to me. "Now, I'm not going 
to mention any of this to your parents. In fact, if you win I'll forget 
tonight ever happened. But, if not, then you'll belong to the girls for 
the rest of your stay here. I won't stop them from doing anything they 
want with you, as long as I think it's safe. Do you understand?" I just 
nodded. What else could I do? "Now girls you have till dinner to get him 
off five or more times." Looking at her watch. "That's four hours. If 
you succeed, he's all yours. If not, you'll be naked until morning. And 
if you don't do it willingly I'll strip you myself, understand?"

        "Yes Ma'am." Again they spoke in unison.

        "Good. Then have fun." Julie smiled at me and whispering into my 
ear. "Try your best Alan. But, I think you've already lost." Giggling 
she gave my dribbling cock a little tweak, and left the room.

        "Well I guess you belong to us for the next few hours." Wendy 
smiled stroking my chest and pinching my nipples. "Soon you'll be all 
ours for the weekend." Leaving me for a moment she and the rest of the 
girls huddled into a corner whispering their diabolical plans. I can 
only guess what they were coming up with to bring about my downfall. So 
I lay there, trying to think of anything but my throbbing cock.

        "Alan," smiling sweetly Amy walked over and sat on the edge of the 
table beside me, "the girls thought I should go first since you're my 
cousin." Getting to her knees on the table, she straddled me. Letting 
her soft full hands caress my bound form. She started on my arms, 
pausing just slightly at my fully exposed underarms tickling them gently 
with her fingertips. Though bound, I tensed fully, being extremely 
ticklish since I was little. Giggling much like her mother she continued 
her descent. Smooth hands caressed my hips, then leisurely they played 
their way back up my stomach, chest, and shoulders. Her hands played 
their way back down my body as she crawled further back, between my 
spread legs. Her shins and knees played down the length of my member as 
she did so. All I could do was breath and try to believe I was anywhere 
but where I was. At the same time though, I wanted to be there, yet not. 
Everything was so confused and contorted in my head.

        "Please..." Pleading with my tormentress, did nothing but renew 
her wicked smile. Letting my head fall back against the hard cold wood, 
I closed my eyes and wondered in the sensations. Amy boldly took me in 
hand. If I hadn't known any better I would have said she'd handled a man 
before, but that couldn't be. Her hands moved gently as cool drops of 
oil fell onto my passion sending chills through my very being. Slowly, 
twisting the oil into my skin. Her hands moving up and down making my 
body writhe under her spell. Yet, at the point of no return she slowed 
then stopped. Saving me what little pride I had left. That is until she 
started her slow torturous movements again. Heaving a defeated breath, I 
tried to think again of other things, but there was nothing but hands 
and oil and passion.

        "You know Alan you're so smooth everywhere but here." Pulling a 
few pubic hairs lose. I gasped and jerked a little at my bonds. "When 
you're ours, I'm going to shave all your hair off from the neck down."

        "You wouldn't!" Lifting my head I looked across my own body at 
her. I could see in those eyes, those dark sexy eyes, so different from 
her mothers, that she would. If she said she would, she would: she was 
honest in word and deed as any I'd ever known. Laying my head back I 
tried to think what it would be like to have them shave me. It was the 
wrong thing to do. Before I knew it I was there - at the edge. My member 
pulsed and hardened even more, and I exploded all over my chest, 
stomach, and Amy's hands.

        "Damn it." Amy said as she crawled down from the table. Leaning by 
my ear she whispered, "I guess that was the wrong thing to say. You got 
off before I could even stop you. You're such a naughty little boy." 
Kissing me on the cheek, she giggled, and wandered off to find my next 
tormentor. As I lay there waiting, my cock still hard and throbbing, I 
knew Julie was right. It was already over.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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