This isn't good.

Jack is struggling with his clothes, stumbling as he tries to pull his pants up. You're trying to cover yourself with your hands, quivering with fear and embarrassment. The big man turns to look at Jack.

"You just rest easy son," he says with calm assurance. "No need to get all excited. You just drop them britches right there, and go sit against that post." He gestures with the shotgun. Jack hesitates, still bent over holding his pants.

"Get to it son." The big man raises the shotgun slightly and Jack obeys, dropping his pants and sitting with his back against the post. The younger man pulls Jack's arms behind him, tying them around the post. The older man nods in approval, his attention turning back to you.

"You like pretending to be a farmer's daughter do you? Have to say you put on a good show," he chuckles. "You don't need to cover up, honey. We seen everything you got. And what you can do with it. You can shuck that bra right now."

"My bra?" you squeak in dismay, your eyes wide with trepidation.

"You heard. Get that off and stand here the way you came into the world." He gestures again with the shotgun, and terrified and trembling, you unhook your bra and stand naked before him, your hands covering your breasts and pussy.

"You don't need to cover up, honey. You should be proud of that body. You seemed pretty proud of it when this one was mounting you." He nods at Jack who stares at him silently, eyes wide with fear.

"What are we gonna do with them, Pa?" the younger man asks, speaking for the first time.

"Well, they're trespassers on posted land. We could shoot 'em," the big man answers. You squeak in fright and Jack's face goes white and strained with terror. The big man watches his words take effect, savouring the panic he's causing.

"Or we could show this little girl what would happen to a farmer's daughter who disobeyed her daddy and rutted in the barn with a city slicker salesman."