Again, another from my "archives", but not posted at UMD before.
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She grunted as the ropes tightened around her wrists and the only parts of her still touching the floor were her bare toes on the wooden floor of the barn. Her shoulders felt the burn from the stretched muscles and the rough fibre rope chaffed her wrists. Breathing hard she felt the heat from the lights arrayed around her causing her to break a sweat. Beads of it slowly ran down her arms and her sides, others formed on the tops of her breasts and ran down between them. The sweat glistened on her thighs and calves as she stood there, suspended for minute after minute. Naked except for the sheen of sweat on her body, her head lolled from side to side as she took deep breaths to ignore the pleasurable ache in her shoulders.

Hearing the creak of the boards she heard the footfalls she was expecting as she tried to keep from losing her tip-toe balance when she glanced over her shoulder to check. She held her tongue, not quite sure what he was planning since they had cleaned up after their wallow in the mud. He had gotten dressed but had forbidden her to as they ate their dinner, instead insisting on watching her eat her meal naked and without drying off from her soak in the tub. Next thing she knew, after a nice rub down and cuddle, she was here for the evenings entertainment and strung up.

He walked in front of her slowly with a couple of buckets, then walked away, returning with another two and repeating a final time with two more buckets. Biting down on her lower lip, already turned on by being hung there like a slab of beef, her joints aching and protesting along with her toes when the first hit landed on her ass cheeks. Open handed and hard. She felt her ass cheeks quivering from the hit and she let out a moan from the sting of the blow. Taking in a deep breath she let out a little whimper and he spanked her again. Smiling a bit she whimpered and got another spank. Licking her lips she started to beg. She started off begging that she wanted to be released, pausing after each sentence for her spank. After several hard smacks she was begging for anything in any hole and when she finally blurted out "ruin me!", he stopped. Her ass felt red and raw as he moved in front of her.

That should have helped tenderize you a bit., he commented, looking straight into her eyes. Even tied up like this he was taller than her and looking down slightly.

Why dont you see howtender I am. I mean right now I want it all. Anything. Now., she said with a breathless whisper as his fingers slid up her crotch.

Really?, he said, slapping one of her tits hard. Anything?

You know it. But only if youve prepped me right., she purred. She watched as he turned around, surveyed the table and picked up the riding crop. That will do nicely., she said as he lashed her left ass cheek. Taking a sharp intake of breath, she let the sensation wash over her as the other was done, then a couple of lighter lashes across her back and belly before he dragged the leather wrapped crop up between her legs then down again.

Ready for more?, he asked, a devilish smile on his face.

Yes, she let out in a long whisper as she watched him step back to the first bucket. Good. I think though youre a bit underdressed at the moment. Lets get something on you.

Her mind raced down every possibility and she found her heart beating faster and she couldnt wait for it. Even the ache in her shoulders and back was out of her mind as he picked up the handle of the bucket with one hand and with the other, reached in and pulled out a big blob of light brown clay. Smearing it slowly over her nipples, then down her belly she continued to pant and moan. More please., she whispered as he continued down to the tops of her thighs.

Another handful, this one on her neck, his fingers wrapped around it like a slick, dirty choker collar as he held on and she felt some of the clay oozing around his fingers as he kept them on her neck. She looked in his eyes and knew he was feeling her pulse racing in anticipation of where the hand was going to go next. His hand went down her neck and smeared the thick clay over the tops of her breasts before he got a bigger handful and smeared it around her face. It was almost peanut butter thick and she felt him rubbing it all over her face and through her bangs. His hand withdrew and she opened her mouth to breathe, the clay sticking to her skin as streaks dirty water continued to weave their way across her skin.
Another handful, this one plopped on her head and roughly rubbed in as if she was a dog being roughly petted by its owner made her smile, but still she said nothing as his hands rubbed and slapped handfuls of the clay over her body, leaving it in a rough patchwork of clay covered skin, though she pouted and said You missed some spots., as she tried to thrust her crotch and ass around at him.

Patience., was all he said as he put down the more or less empty bucket and picked up another from the other set of two. Maybe something different this time, see how you react.

Her eyes went wide and she started to ask what? as he reached into the other bucket and threw a handful of black soil based mud at her face. She sputtered as it landed on her right cheek and splattered a darker brown, almost black trail down her neck and shoulder and up across the bridge of her nose to her forehead. He continued to throw the runnier mud at her, targeting her breasts, and face for the most part, and was throwing it hard. Slowly a series of black lines of mud crisscrossed the brownish clay, and it was continuing to run down her legs. She couldnt open her eyes with mud having sealed one of them mostly shut and trying to breathe out of her mouth without breathing in too much mud, though she could feel and taste it on her teeth. Slowly she tried to clean it and force the muddy spit out of her mouth.

The sound of his footfalls towards her and her pulse quickened, still able to feel that large parts of her hadnt received the attention she felt they deserved. He wiped her eyes and mouth slowly, then wiped his hand off in her hair again. Thank you, sir., she said as his hand muddied her hair further before he turned around and immediately got the same hand muddy dipping it into the last of the bucket and walking up to her to spank her hard with handfuls of the mud. She purred as the slaps contained the sting of the blow and the sensation of the gooey mud against her ass as he alternated cheeks, not holding back. She was biting down on her muddy lip now and drifting away mentally when the final spank between her legs caught her off guard.

Smiling, she panted for breath from the after effects of her pussy spank with mud. Her world had collapsed in on itself in her mind and all she could feel was her heart beating and her lungs moving as the after shocks of that last touch echoed around in her mind and body. Not even noticing as he picked up another bucket and walked up to her. It was the smell that hit her first and she started to open her mouth and eyes as she saw him advancing and quickly closed both as he poured the slimy black mud from the bog over her head. The smelly, greasy feeling slime flowed through her hair and down her back before moving forward over her bangs to drip down onto her chest. Against her feelings of disgust at the slimy muck she turned her head up into it to take it full in the face and have it run down over her chest as she swayed on her tiptoes before turning her face back down and feeling his hand clearing her face so she could breathe again. Her lungs were burning as she gulped in the air, the stench of the muck that he dumped on her making her gag slightly until she started getting used to it and her breathing slowed and she realized now that no matter what for the time being this was her scent and began to whimper with acceptance.

Enjoying your beauty treatment?, he asked as he shampooed the mud into her hair.

Yes sir., she purred. Can I have some more? Please?, and as he moved back in front of her, gave him large eyes and a seductive smile, or as seductive as possible looking like a swamp monster at this point and smelling like one too. The aches were returning to her shoulders and feet as she heard him walking behind her and slowly she felt the pressure ease as he lowered the rope to the point where her feet were flat. He continued going and soon she was on the floor of the barn in the muddy straw at her feet. Her wrists were still bound but not being stretched felt so good that she was convinced she was going to orgasm from simply not being suspended any more.

Laying there for a few minutes with her wrists still bound she wondered what else was going to happen given that there were still three more buckets. On your hands and knees., he barked at her and she obeyed as quickly as she could with her feet tingling and wrists bound. He walked up and lashed her feet lightly with the other end of the rope. Oh my God!, she screamed as it hit the delicate, and slightly pins and needles feeling feet once, then twice. She was wet now, it was leaking down her thighs as he did it again, then lashed her ass and worked his way up her back. Whimpering and mewing now she couldnt even form words, though as he got to her shoulders she started to growl out the word fuckkkk as each bite of the rope against her muddy skin got closer to her shoulders.

Not yet pet., he said as he pulled her head back by the hair. You cant cum until Im done with you.

You-youre..not done yet?, she whimpered as he walked over to the buckets.

No, which one of these did you like best? The clay, the mud, or the muck? he asked.

Her mind a jumble she blurted out Muck! Im dirty little girl and I deserve the smelliest muck you can dump on me.

Really?, he asked back, watching her tremble and twitch, knowing that she was on the edge already. Yes, please give it to me. Give them all to me. I need to be as filthy as I can be for you to let me cum. Please sir. Ruin me! she pleaded as their eyes met. Picking up the bucket of clay he walked along and poured it over her head then down her back and over her ass and thighs. The sensation of the clay in her ass crack and dripping from her crotch driving her wild as he coated her with a layer of the mud. It was dripping and oozing down her arms and thighs and off her back with a plop in the hay. Finally he picked up the bucket of swamp muck and she said I need that to ruin me. Destroy me! as he dumped it over her head, then over her back and down along her ass crack. He rubbed it roughly into her skin, sliding handfuls of it around underneath to her chest and grabbing her slippery breasts, slicking them with more mud. He pinched and pulled at her nipples before continuing down along her belly, scooping mud off her back every once in a while to ensure a thorough coating of mud.

Putting the bucket down he reached between her legs and smeared the assorted mud around between her legs. Her thighs tightened around his hand and she started to moan as he probed around, always outside, never quite sliding inside of her. She squirmed and writhed until he slid fingers inside her she felt the mud coating his fingers inside of her as well as out. I need more., she panted as he withdrew his fingers.

On your knees. he ordered and with a groan she changed position, she was so close, but didnt want a simple turning around to get her off. She wanted him inside her desperately and seeing him unzipping his jeans it was obvious how much he wanted her. Moving forward on her knees, her thighs sliding easily from the wetness and the mud between them she greedily wrapped her mouth around his cock and worked her tongue along him. His hands went into her hair and she felt him slowly start to fuck her face and she relaxed, letting him do it. It didnt take long for before the pace had quickened and she could feel him slapping against her face. She was ruined and just being used and she was loving it as he pulled out. Bringing her bound hands up she started to pump him until he came hard over her face and into her hair.

Looking down at her, he was breathing hard as she continued to pump him for every drop. Their eyes exchanging everything that they needed to say as he looked down at the white streaks over the assorted, drying mud, clay and muck on her face. Slowly releasing him, she sat back on her knees and let him push her onto her back as he knelt down. Scraping the buckets he threw handfuls of the muck against her crotch. Each touch of the slimy mud making her body rock and squirm.

Pleaaaasseee!, was all she could say. Colours were dancing around behind her closed eyelids as she felt him start to play with her. With his fingers working her inside and out she bit down on her lip hard, wanting to scream as she delayed and delayed the final moment as he continued his rough, muddy fingering of her.

You may finish., was all he said and she just gave into everything. The muddy straw that she was laying in and was sticking to her skin, the smell of the muck and the sensation of the three different types of mud. She gave into it all and her body quivered from end to end as she came again and again and again as he worked her. After a couple of minutes she started to feel like she was returning to reality. Somehow she had failed to notice that he had untied the rope around her wrists, but there she was, completely spread-eagled, naked, filthy and at least part of her soaking wet and wanting more, so much more.