Farm Girl

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Anna grew up on this farm, her entire life. Saw many animals most had to go to the zoo to see. All in which she help raise with a tender hand, and a patient heart. She helped even bringing some of the animals into this world. But lately after the death of her mother. she and her father had grown distant. Her company coming from mainly the animals. Well that was on days she wasn't on her cycle. Some of the animals had a nose for it.

Night fell upon the farm like a dark blanket, littered with stars, the warm of the spring breeze was gentle upon her sun kissed skin, that was a nice shade of tan. Her dark brown hair gently danced around her young face, Her lips soft in state of a sigh as her eyes Bright, and green as they turned to the heavens. As though searching for some sign of her mother. She wore a pair of tight fitted faded jean shorts, short enough to reveal the long expanse of thighs. Her top was a simple tank top.

Dinner was done and gone,cleaned up, and the night still young. what was a girl to do when so far from any means of socialization. So she did what she had always done, took a stroll along their grounds. Checking to ensure, all gates where locked tight, no fences broken, or on verge of. Many of the creatures met her with purrs, barks, and soft rumbles. She paused to the barn before entering it. checking on the horses,cows, and the few dogs that guarded them.

 

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Her father was in his early forties, he was tall at just over six feet, had rusty brown hair that was just starting to get the odd grey hair. He was starting to feel his age but he was still reasonably fit, his body coming from working on the farm since he was a boy. He had since inherited from his own father who had moved to the city and hoped to never see another animal as long as he lived. John was dressed in jeans, boots and a heavy shirt. It was coming to end of his day and he was beginning to think of what might be on TV. With dinner done and he was not a bad cook, but he was far from good. He only had to learn since his wife died. His daughter helped some in that area and it brought a welcome change to his diet when she did.

If he was honest with himself he didn't really know what to do with Anna. The farm was a bit of a exotic one with some of the wild breeds as well domestics. This had worked in their favour and his father had built some very good relationships with zoo's. But the upkeep had been heavy and for a lot of Anna's young life it had been more her mother which raised her. He had to work and due to this they didn't bond like they should have. He was happy she was here, he just didn't know what to do with her.

John wasn't sure where she was and decided to do the rounds to make sure that everything was as it should be. Who knows, he might even bump into Anna if she was out doing the same thing he was.

 

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Anna fed the dogs, before taking up a brush before going to a quiet Stallion,it's coat dark as the night. The stallion she named Ebon was new to the farm, recently rescued, and she took it upon herself to sooth the creature. To gain its trust. She walked to him her moves slow. Hips swaying softly from one side to the next. Showing the great majestic creature she meant no harm. The stallion moved side ways allowing her near yet his ears pulled foreward to listen to her movements, her deep brown eyes holding in her figure.

"Shhhh..There- There Boy it's alright" Anna cooed softly, before slowly running the brush through his mane, her slender hand running along his firm muscular body. He was a bit to thin. But nothing some food wouldn't cure, He was brough from some one out west of them. He was left abandon in a filed. The owners long gone for about a month or so they figured. But since he was outside and the only horse in the field he had plenty of grass.

Humming softly she brushed the Stallion, before thoughts drifted to wondering what her father was up to. Bed perhaps? maybe making rounds as well. Normally did even though she says she would. She helped where she could. feeding and cleaning pens, help fixing fences. She cleaned the house and made food most days of the week for her and her father. then end her day with a walk around of the compound, before settling down for the night. Busy day for someone so young, who should be out with friend or finishing school. But her father needed her, she couldn't abandon him or the animals.

 

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It was for John something of a difficult situation. In fact he trusted Anna completely when it came to the organization and upkeep of the farm. Even more so when it dealt with the animals themselves. Anna had always proved to be very caring and exceedingly reliable. There had never been any incidents where the animals had not been properly looked after or something important had been overlooked. She had for all intents and purposes been a model worker in every way. His following the same routine then had nothing at all to do with a lack of confidence in his daughter. It was more a sense that he wanted to see that it was done, even though he knew it would be. He had walked the rounds for many years, starting when he was a kid and the habit was a difficult one to break. If he didn't it often turned into a itch that couldn't be scratched.

He started at the main gate and made sure it was secure. It would be fatal for a animal to get hit by a car, but it could prove to be fatal for anyone in the car as well and he didn't want that on his concious.

He walked his rounds with his mind elsewhere, going through the motions as it were until he found Anna in her torn shorts showing more than they hide and bent over the stallion brushing him. "when did she get so attractive?" he thought to himself as he watched her.

 

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She had trained herself to be alert over the pass few years since the death of her mother. She had to be or else it could be the death of her. By the time her father came to her, she knew he was there. The stallion was enjoying the comfort of her hand, and the gentle strokes of the brush. Her humming carried on, even when her father watched her from where he stood. Totally ignoring him as few of the dogs padded to their master. She made her way around the still edgy Stallion but one could tell he slowly grew to trust her.

Her eyes shift to her father, a look within them that told him she knew he was there. "your still awake?"She murmured softly as not to startle the horse. The horse how ever pressed his nose against her shoulder, a small sign of acceptance. "Little more time till this boy will be ready and more approachable. He's doing well" She said softly placing a slender hand on Ebon's cheek finishing up brushing his mane before leaving his stall. Placing the brush back on the shelf.

"you know everything is fine when i do my rounds you don't have to check over it."She teased him giving a small chuckle as she shooed away the dogs. Shaking her head she look to the clock above the door. "It's getting late time for bed now" She said er hand touching his upper arm as she tried to turn him in the rightful way of the house. Her pale skin smooth,and soft in the soft light of the barn.

 

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John often wondered where she got her animal like sense from. It had certainly not been her mother, who had jumped at everything and was terrible to watch a horror movie with. She tended to make him jump far more than the movie did. From behind and bent over she had a very nice profile, a very nice profile indeed. She had never talk much about boys to him...come to think about it they hadn't talked much about anything for a very long time so that should not be much of a surprise to him. She was humming casually and being her usual diligent self when it came to the animals. That was one thing that he was always sure of.

"I have had trouble sleeping lately. You have done a good job with him." He nodded towards the horse. "He hasn't always been the most agreeable of animals. Just watch yourself if your underneath him. Remember that he jammed Amber in the side of her head with his Penis when she bent down. I admit it was funny and her indignation made it funnier, but the point is he is still a bit frisky and just be a little careful." He rubbed the back of his neck. " I have walked these same rounds since I was 10. Its now a very old habit...that will be very difficult to break." The dogs ambled around, rolled in the dirt and acted doglike while the Horse looked at them with a certain amount of disdain. John let his daughter lead him away.

 

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Anna paused looking back at him, as a small wind rustled through her dark brown locks. She remember hearing what happened to Amber when she was trying to deal with the young Stallion. Was she worried that he'd do the same thing? Not really. "Yes it was funny hearing that, but also there was a mare i recently transfered to the other stable who went into heat remember. So of course him being young will be affected by such scent. "She said smiling softly. Before turning back on her heals, her green eyes going to the star littered sky. Wondering if mother was watching how hard she was working to keep everything together. Her mother, god love her, but she did nothing but house chores. While Anna herself took to learning the entire farm and repairs, from under hands, and her father.

She made her way back to the house. hips swaying, eyes closed. she knew her way, needn't her eyes to guide her. She was tired exhausted from the long days work. she couldn't wait to crawl into bed, and rise early in the morning to come. Once inside she kicked her boots off and immediately went to her room gathering her house coat, and PJ's before walking to the bathroom. "I am having a shower father"she called through the halls before slipping into the bathroom.Closing the door. She turned on the water to the shower. And proceeded to remove her clothing. Her eyes going to the door, they really needed a lock for it, farm hands use the washroom here during the day constantly and often she had been walked in on. Or walked in on someone.

Sighing softly she looked to the mirror, Her green eyes framed with thick black lashes, her dark brown hair hung around pale shoulders. Tilting her head her eyes went to her breasts, a reasonable size, flilling a c cup bra, her nipples perky and dark in contrast to her skin. Her lips rosey. Her breasts firm with no sag to them as the met further to a slender adomen. Some may say she looked flawless, maybe model material eve. But in her eyes she wasn't.Looking close enough one would notice small scars white on her skin nearly unnoticeable to most eyes. Giving a small pout before getting into the shower.

Her hands roamed over her skin, before she applied sap into the palms, Before scrubbing along her skin, washing away the dirt, and sweat from her body.her hands slipped along her soft clean shaven pink sex, Still innocent in the way of sex or play of any sort. After she began to wash her bottom, a slender curve, yet firm . Lastly she washed her face and her hair. Water and suds rolling along her ample pale globes, .

Once finished she dressed ain a tank top, braless, and shorts. Before wrapping herself up in her house coat. Sighing softly she left the bathroom. "Father do you want tea or hot coacoa?"she asked starting herself up some hot water.

 

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John wandered back at a leisurely fashion. His mind was,as it often did at this time of the evening, being to roam over the next days duties. What needs to be done, how it needs to be done, what resources are needed to ensure that it will be done, who is actually going to do it and now having thought it all through is it actually worth doing. It was the way his mind worked, it was how he had been brought up. He tended to be very methodical in the way he did things, he did not always want to be, it was just a ingrained habit that was hard to break.

He had found a part of his mind though drifting to Anna's thighs. She had probably worn those torn shorts many times before now, and he had probably seen her in them many times as well, so why was fixating on them today. So much so that he felt the stirrings in the base of his penis. It was a little uncomfortable to walk with his cock semi-erect and pushing against his jeans. It was not blatantly obvious, but it would have been noticeable if anyone looked closely. He let go of her arm and opened the door, letting her go first, part from habit and partly to catch a glimpse of her ass. He took off his shoes and went into the living room. He flopped into one of the large chairs and took a deep breath. He sat their with his mind roaming over her body and it was a feeling he was having a lot of trouble shaking. When she returned he asked for "Coacoa, throw some Whisky in with it."

 

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Whiskey in his coacoa. She understood the stresses of the day, but never in the end had he asked for whiskey in his coacoa. Something was troubling him further then that. She put the natural Coacoa Powder in their ups. Before taking the whiskey in hand and glanced over her shoulder. she placed it back down so that she could remove the housecoat. It was new and she remember well on what happened to her last one. She was bra-less beneath the tank top, her buds that adorned each one slightly perky. "You sure on the whiskey?" She called out to him, making sure her ears weren't playing tricks on her.

When he confirmed it she pour in half a shot of whiskey in. Before pouring in the milk. Stirring it slightly before proceeding into the living room. She had that walk to her, that made her hips sway and breasts bounce with each step. She paid no attention to it though or what affect it was having on her father. "There's only half a shot in there."She stated handing him the mug of piping hot coacoa. Wasting water on tea but it could wait for another night. She waited a few moments. "Is there something bothering you papa, you don't normally ask for whiskey.."she said arching a slender brow before going to blow at the coacoa before taking a sip.

 

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He had been thinking about her the whole time she had been making the Coacoa. He could see her reflection in the glass of the cabinet in the room. He watched her as she moved about while making the beverages. The simple act was still in its own way provocative. The way her clothes clung to her form, her simple movements. It was new, it was different. It was animalistic. Normal ethics seemed to no longer apply. It felt like a whole new dimension had taken over and the Twilight Zone was now very real.

He took the drink from her when she offered it to him and he sipped it slowly. Taking it in, tasting it and thinking. He watched her again. He watched her hips swaying, he watched her breasts jiggle and bounce and her nipples pushing against her shirt. He looked at how the shirt conformed around the nipple, showing its shape. He continued his drink and watching her. His eyes ran over her legs and up to her thighs. He finished his drink and placed it down. "Come here."

 

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She tried to ignore his eyes on her body like some hungry wolf wanting to be fed. It made her uncomfortable. Considering they were just getting close as a father and daughter since the death of her mother. And she will admit maybe she choose the wrong Pajamas to wear before him. It wasn't like she was going out of her way to entice him. She sipped at her coacoa from her seat, trying to hide the uneasy of his stares upon her body. Drawing her knees to her chest, arms wrapping around them as she held her drink. her eyes focused on the milky substance. "Ebons coming along nicely, he should be ready his training to be broken." She stated, drawing another sip from her cup.

She watched him carefully. uncertainty in her eyes. Her eyes followed his cup as he set it down. That was quick. Even as he asked her to come to him. She remained still, her green eyes showed only caution as she then slowly began to move. Her feet coming to the old grey carpet before standing and walked to him. Her heart was racing, why? "Yes father"she said arching a slender brow in question as she stared at him, keeping some room between them.

 

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He moved fast all things considered. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her towards him. Using his momentum to fall back into the chair and in doing so pulling her with him. John twisted her so she was face up and reaching behind her back he grabbed her shirt. He twisted it hard so that it applied pressure to her neck. He didn't want her to pass out, but the object was to make it harder for her to breath. He pulled the shirt up so that it exposed her breasts while at the same time gave more fabric to tighten on her neck. He leaned in and bit one of her nipples, while his other hand was working at pulling down her pants. His hand playing over her soft flesh. His fingers began to probe at her and he wasn't very gentle about it.

 

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Everything was happening so fast. One moment she stood before him, question what it was that he wanted. Next she was squirming in his arms, fighting his advances. Becoming caught up in the shirt aht eventually held her mostly still. Her green eyes were wide, frightened, as small whimpers escaped her as you drew one nipple into his mouth, toying and biting at the sensitive bud. "Daddy please stop" She begged softly to him,feeling his other hand tugging down her shorts, till the fell around her ankles. Her sex was shaven smooth, pressed firmly against his ever growing hard on in his pants. Her attempts to pull away from him only caused her hips to grind further into him, her breathing growing ragged, her heart nearly racing out of her chest.

What was she to do? Her screams and cries of protest would go unnoticed. there was no one near them for hours. besides the hands house fifteen minutes across their land. Normally they would be sleeping by now. A small tear slipped from one eyes=,, has her hands gripped his shirt in attempts to push free. "Stop it"she cried out as his continued bites and nibbles on her sensize flesh continued to distress her.

 

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He gripped her tightly, it was important to control her, vital in many ways. Exposing her supple body had not been all that difficult. Then again he had surprise on his side and he was strong. Her whimpers only drew him on more. Truth be told he was never very fond of her mother and there was quite a lot of latent anger left over from that relationship. He held her nipple hard in his mouth. His teeth working against the soft and tender skin. His tongue flicking at the bud as his fingers running over her soft legs moved to her thighs. He started to work his fingers into her inner regions, probing for her pussy.

 

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"Daddy stop it"With that last warning growl, she pushed hard against him, as he moved his mouth to further latch himself onto her breast, she in herself was strong, when using her own surprised. What had set her off was his roaming hand His fingers finding the soft smooth lips of her sex. She released a cry as she forced herself back. Sending herself falling onto the floor. Panting heavily she stared wide eyed up at him as she scrambled to get away from him. tears stinging her eyes. Unsure why he had suddenly taken to attack her. and attempt to rape her. She was to horrified and clumsy as she scrambled on all fours.

She didn't cry more but she attempt to pull up her shorts, and re adjust her shirt as she ran for the door. she'd spend the night with the animals if she must. as long as she was away from him.

 

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The fact that she managed to be able to apply enough leverage to break free was not altogether unexpected. He didn't expect that she would have been a willing participant from the get go, but there were other ways to skin a cat as they say. He watched her as she clumsily tried to dress and protect herself. Ultimately it would be pointless and escape was all but impossible. There wasn't really anywhere outside the farm that she could get to and on the farm it would only be a matter of time before she would be cornered somewhere. So his initial chase was not altogether a speedy one. However what did her in wasn't her father, but three of the dogs. Seeing her run inspired them into thinking it was a great new game and the three dogs chased after her and in their excitement got underfoot.

To her father this was a unexpected yet not unwelcome development.

 

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The dogs why at this hour had they thought it be a game of chase. She danced around them as she tried to run, telling them to go to leave fell to the uncaring ears as they played and galloped around her. Where was she to go. she didn't know how to drive, and to get to the under hands may prove to be a bad idea in case they listened to her father. Had it been the whiskey that brought on this sudden change? She glanced back at her father, who seemed in no rush to come after her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. that glance costed her though. Tripping over one of the dogs. Sending her crashing to the ground. Giving off a loud cry in shock. Cringing as she glance back to her father. Her breathing ragged as she stared wide eyed up at him, now having caught up to her. "Please dady don't do this. I beg you dont"She whimpered looking up at him.

 

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The dogs thought this the most amazing of games, they didn't often get to be rough and actually being able to bring Anna to the ground and be on their level was something a bit new to them. They were almost disappointed when John walked up and shooed them away, though he didn't shoo them very far and the fact they could stay close kept them content.

John grabbed Anna's shorts and lifted her with them, the fabric started to tear and he yanked them even harder, with a final rip the shorts came apart. He tossed the now useless fabric aside and grabbed her shirt. He had to twist her over onto her knees, but once he got her there it was easy to yank her shirt off violently. He grabbed her hair and pulled. He knelt down beside her as he did so and his fingers again started to force their way against her soft lips.

 

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She was helpless, no mater what she did, she could not escape him. This thought brought more tears to her eyes. Cries of protest falling from her lips as he tore away her clothing from her body. Leavening her bear and cold in the spring nights air. Her body trembled as she clenched her teeth tightly together. Her his swaying as they were forced to keep her kneeling awkwardly as he took a firm grasp on her hair. Pulling her head back, making her look t the heavens. What would mother think of this. What would she have done to stop him. Her jaw was set tight, her eyes glistening in the light of the moon.

Soon she felt the roughness of his fingers, trail along her dry sex. making her whimper in protest as she tried to draw her hips away from his hands. her whole body twisting in his grasp on her hair.Her fingers digging into the soft soil. her pale breasts hanging full and free beneath her. "Stop"she whimpered. lifting a hand up to his arm trying to tugg him from her hair.

 

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The dogs thought this all a hell of a hoot. They loved to play and didn't get as much of an opportunity to as they would have liked. The farm was serious work and most of the people on it were serious with little time for frivolousness things like play. They bounced around, they barked, they rolled in the dirt. Being both participant and spectator in the event. John gripped her hair more tightly. Twisting it up in his fist and using it as a way to control her movement. Pulling it tight enough to bend her neck back. As he did so he slipped his other hand down between her legs. His fingers parted her pussy lips and his thumb began to rub her clit.

 

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A small cry tore from her lips as he began to roughly handle her. tears filling quickly in her eyes to spill down her cheek. Her head was craned back, allowing the moon to play upon her cheeks and the tears that ran down them. Small whimpers escaped her as her eyes went to the playful dogs, not understanding what was going on . as her dad tried to get her going. Though with the pounding of her racing heart, there would be no change, fear holding back any sense of delightful feelings she may be feeling.

 

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His fingers ran through he soft long hair, before he started to ball his hand into a tight fist. With her hair trapped with in he pulled and continued to pull. Not just using her hair as a way to control her and to distract her from his other attacks, but also because it caused pain and he wanted her to hurt, at least a little. He pulled her hair till she had to bend her neck back and when he had done this he increased his assault on her pussy. He pushed two of his fingers roughly inside of her. Working them in up to his knuckle before sliding them back, and ramming them harder this time back into her hole.