His hands felt her all the time, pawing her like a piece of meat, pinching her flesh until she squealed like a stuck pig. Something else touched her back now. He was running something down from the collar, pulling it taut, the pressure making the leather choke against her windpipe.

Diane's eyes rounded, her fingers curling and pressing against her damp palms. In a moment, she felt Billy's hands against her shoulders, forcing her back down to the floor. She obliged, still keeping her eyes away from him, still hoping against hope that someone would have heard her cries earlier and would investigate.

But no one came. He reached down, slowly unhooking her bra and sliding the halter from her shoulders. Diane wept with shame as the last vestige of her modesty slipped from her body. He had stripped her naked and now… and now was pushing her belly-down against the floor. Her tits pillowed between her body and the straw, the tiny particles of hay pinching her cunt and nipples not unpleasantly.

Billy moved behind her, bending her legs until her heels were pressing up against her asscheeks. There was more rope, more of the sensation of hemp wrapped around her ankles and drawing them tightly together. Diane tried to straighten her legs once more. But Billy knocked them back.

He kept her in that position, straddling ha ankles while attaching the rope leading from ha dog collar to the line binding her ankles, ha moment the girl was hog tied with the line, her ankles bound to her neck. Diane breathed through her flared nostrils, feeling them burn as she sucked in more oxygen to feed her bursting lungs.

She bent her legs back even more to ease the pressure of the dog collar against her throat. Once Diane tried bringing her hands around to slip her fingers between the collar and her neck. Billy saw the move and quickly squelched it, stepping on her fingers once more and bringing out a shriek from the trembling blonde teen. She bit down hard on the filthy rag blocking her mouth, vowing she would kill him once she was free!