The barn

When Annie came to, her head was spinning. Was she dreaming earlier? Why would her mother and father do that to her? Where was she?

As she opened her eyes she noticed the familiar location. It was the family's barn, the one where all the farming supplies were kept. As she tried to move, she realized her situation. Her dress was bunched up around her beltline, revealing her well shaved pubic area to all who wanted to see it. Her legs were locked in stirrups, spread open so her cock and balls flopped wherever gravity took them. Her hands were bound in metal cuffs to the chair the stirrups were attached to.

Annie's attention was drawn to a metal clanging on the left side of the barn. It was her father, wearing his usual jean overalls and plaid shirt. Her mother was standing next to him, holding an odd device she thought she recognized.

Her father turned around, looking her in the eyes before walking over to her silently, holding a needle filled with a clear liquid.

She felt the needle perforate her left nut before she yelped out in both pain and shock. She made a noise of the same intensity when the same happened to her right nut. After a few minutes she felt her father flick her nuts. It was a dulled feeling, not as solid. Five more minutes later, he repeated the flicks, to even less of a reaction. Finally Annie didn't even notice when the flicks came. Her father nodded to her mother that it was time to begin.