Josiah makes his move

"Are we really going to let Pa keep pushing us around like this?" Josiah's question rings out in the still air of the compound. The crowd starts to murmur and shift, clearly not expecting this challenge.

Pa draws himself up to his full height. He's half a head taller than the younger man, and he uses that to his advantage, but it's clear he's as taken aback as the surrounding men. "Now you listen here, boy. I will not stand for this disrespect! That girl—"

"That girl wouldn't even be here if I hadn't ignored your rules in the first place." Josiah's voice is gaining confidence, momentum, strength. You gaze at him adoringly as his seed continues to leak from your well-fucked pussy. The way he's standing up to this superior man, challenging his authority, makes your heart pound in your chest and your clit throb. You can do it, Josiah. Prove your dominance over him, just like you did to me. A soft moan escapes your lips, but nobody is paying any attention to you.

"What kinda nonsense are you spittin' now, Josiah?" Pa is starting to get flustered, his massive body vibrating with rage.

"You told us not to get involved with city folk. You specifically told me to stop mixing it up with the Rooster Gang, even though they fight for all the same manly values we preach here in the Movement. Well guess what, Pa? I ignored your stupid rules, I helped them put a stop to baby-**** in the city, and as a reward for my righteousness little Rose fell right into my arms, ripe and ready for me to teach her a higher purpose."

"Righteousness? Higher purpose? Boy you are losing your gotdam mind!" Pa's face is cherry red, and spittle is starting to fly from his mouth. He stabs a thick finger at Josiah. "Where did you get such harebrained ideas, you little lunatic?"

"From you, Pa." Josiah's voice is calm and even, a stark contrast to Pa's. "Or did you not remember the sermon you gave just last Sunday?"

Pa's eyes go wide, and he starts to sputter in response. You smile, your pussy gushing as you feel the power shift from the hulking patriarch to the brave young challenger who owns you.

Josiah turns to address the crowd. "Are y'all really going to keep listening to this fraud? This huckster who doesn't even believe the words he yammers at us from the pulpit every week?" He points to you, and an electric thrill shoots through your body. "Are you really going to let him keep claiming all the fresh pussy that we bring into the Movement? What exactly has he done to earn such a privilege?"

An older man with a rough look to him steps forward. "He built up the Movement from nothing, Josiah. You should show some respect for your elder!"

Josiah doesn't miss a beat. "And what is the Movement? Why are we all here?" He pauses to look around, letting the anticipation build. "We're here to prove that the old ways are the only way. That strong men deserve to dominate, and the only good woman is one who submits."

You shiver as your pussy clenches, remembering how this strong man dominated it. I submit to you, Josiah. I'm a good girl.

Josiah turns to face his Pa again. "Well what strength have you shown lately, old man? What women have you made submit to you? Far as I can tell, you've been resting on your laurels for too long. Strength only matters if it proves itself, and I say we're in need of some fresh blood. Someone who can take the Movement forward, instead of just sitting on his ass waiting for others to do all the work."

Pa chuckles. "And who would that be, boy? You?"

"Yes, Pa! It is me!" He jumps back on top of the truck bed to stand over you. "You all saw what I did, how thoroughly I dominated this girl."

Your soft moan of joy becomes a sharp cry of pain as Josiah reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair. He pulls you upright, and you sway unsteadily on your knees, his grip the only thing keeping you from collapsing again. The pain sends a fresh flood of juices down your thighs. Feeling him move your body with no regard for your own will or comfort fills your chest with a warm, soft glow. Knowing that all of these men are hungrily staring at your naked young body makes you burn with desire. Is he going to fuck me again?

Please. I'll be good. I promise.

"Look at her. She's not some quiet church girl who finally saw the true light. Little Rose was a radical, a man-hating feminist just like you see on the TV. Tell 'em, Rose. Tell these men what you were doing before I found you."

Your cheeks burn at the memory. But is it because of what you did then, or at what you've done since? "I... I was protesting... I was standing up to the men who wanted to attack the clinic."

Angry noises start to rise from the crowd, but Josiah motions for silence. "And what did you do once I got my hands on you?"

You close your eyes as a tear makes its way down your cheek. Is it a tear of grief, or joy? Your voice is a whisper. "I... I said..."

Josiah viciously twists your hair in his fist. "Speak up, Rose!"

"ANH! I... I said I'd be a good girl." The crowd laughs, making you feel pathetic all over again.

Josiah's grip in your hair loosens just a little. "You hear that, boys? She was a degenerate city girl, and now here she is, nice and obedient and full of my seed." He lets his words hang in the air. "Follow me, and we can get more like her. We can actually start to make a difference, and grow the Movement beyond this little compound. Who's with me?"

Pa spits on the ground. "I've heard enough of this! You want to destroy everything we've worked to build, go right ahead! Any men loyal to the true Movement, you best turn your back on this uppity boy and his wild ideas."

The lumbering patriarch gives you a piercing look before stalking away, followed by a number of the men. There was a promise in that look that sends a shiver down your spine, and a fresh gush of juices from your pussy. What would he have done to me if Josiah hadn't stood up to him?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a yell from the crowd. "So what now, Josiah? You really gonna replace Pa? Are we all gonna go get us some city girls like her?" The voice belongs to a boy who looks barely older than you. Most of the crowd that remains seems to be on the younger side, and now that the confrontation is over they're starting to look restless.

"Don't you worry, boys, I have a plan. We're not gonna do nothing stupid. In spite of what that old has-been says, I don't want to destroy the Movement. I want to make it better. We'll need to show the rest what that means, but that might take some time."

That wasn't what the remaining crowd wanted to hear. They're clearly eager for action after rebuking their Pa like that, and some start to grumble and shift around.

"We don't need to wait to get a taste of the future, though. We have that right here." Josiah looks down at you, and you look out at the gathered men. "You stick with me, and girls like this will be plentiful. Why don't you show them how nice that will be, little Rose?"

Your body trembles and your pussy burns as you see hunger gleam in the eyes of the remaining men. You know they all watched as Josiah gave you what you wanted. As he broke you on his hard cock and made your cries of surrender sing out into the clear country air. Now it's time to show your owner how grateful you are, and prove to him that his will is all that matters to you. If he wants to use you as a reward for the men who stuck with him, that's his right. You're his good girl, after all.

As the crowd starts to draw closer, you wonder: is that tightness in your chest anticipation... or fear?