"Lie still, and it won't hurt so much."

Hurt so much? What was he talking about? Diane twisted her head around in time to see Billy pull out a filthy handkerchief from his pocket. Wadding it tightly into a ball, he brought it up to her lips. Diane nearly retched from the smell and taste of the vile thing. She tried turning her head away from it. But Billy was insistent, pressing his fingers against the junction of her jaws and making her scream with the pain.

Diane opened her mouth wide, shouting out more pleas for mercy while Billy shoved the rag in all the way. The girl lowered her head, feeling her cheeks redden and burn with shame. The young stud was tying a line around her jaw, making sure the material would stay in her mouth no matter what she did.

"Now, we're gonna see, just how you hang in there," Billy said with a chuckle.

There was more rustling around behind me.

But the girl was too humiliated and tired to look.

"Up. Get up!"

He kicked her in the ass, forcing her onto her feet. Diane looked at the strange device dangling in front of her. She had seen her uncle use something like this last year to haul heavy machinery and bales across the length of the large white barn.

It was something like a harness – two wide leather straps hanging down from a single ring, joined at various points by cross leather straps. There were buckles at various points that made it possible to adjust the harness to fit a large or small object. Diane looked up and noticed the rusty condition of the pulleys. The machine probably hadn't been used since her Uncle Ben's death. But now…

"Move!"

Diane walked with her head down to the device, stopping when Billy grabbed her elbows and pulled her back. She felt something fitted across her windpipe, tightening around her neck. Tentatively she reached up and realized it was a thick leather dog collar. The girl closed her eyes in utter humiliation! He was enjoying this, every degrading second of it!