Your owner taught you well

Before you can think, before you can imagine how exactly Josiah will use you to reward those who stayed loyal to him, your owner gives you a sharp shove. You tumble forward off the truck bed, landing painfully on your hands and knees, letting out a cry of surprise, of fear, of pain. The physical pain isn't nearly as bad as the pain of being torn away from Josiah, from the one solid thing you have to hold onto in this strange new place. As you look up at the men gathering around you, that pain feeds a cold doubt. Am I really good enough?

One of the younger men steps in front of you, stroking his bulge right at your eye level, and that pain and doubt starts to fade into the background, replaced by your burning need. Josiah had awakened something inside you, something new and powerful. Something beyond just a need for cock, but a need to be used by it, consumed by it, conquered by it. You need someone to take control, **** you to submit, make you do what you never imagined you ever would.

Just like Josiah did.

"Come on, city girl. Show me what you got. Suck my cock, nice and good." The man, this boy who looks to be your age, smirks down at you. "C'mon bitch, what are you waiting for? Get my cock out my pants and put it in your mouth!"

You hesitate. Part of you wants to immediately give in to this boy's demands, obey him, show Josiah you're a good girl. But would that be too easy? Weren't you here because of your need to resist, because you kept pushing back against men like this until Josiah proved to you how pointless such resistance was? Would he be disappointed if you just let yourself be used without a fight?

The boy in front of you gets tired of waiting, and grabs you by your short hair, twisting, pulling, making you grunt with pain. That's more like it. You look up at him, giving him a show of defiance with your eyes, but you know the heat inside is showing through as well. His grimace of anger becomes a grin as you reach up to undo his zipper and pull his hard cock out of his dirt-stained jeans.

"That's right, open up city girl!" He emphasizes his command with another sharp twist in your hair, and when you comply he pulls you against him, shoving his meat all the way into your throat until your face is pressed against his crotch. You gag and **** around him, hands grabbing at his legs for support, a fresh flood of juices leaking from your pussy. Before today you'd never been able to take a cock like this, but Josiah showed you what you're capable of.

Your owner calls down from his position up on the truck bed. "That's right boys, show that girl her place. Use her however you like. Only rule is, don't spill your seed inside of her. That privilege belongs to me."

As the boy starts fucking in and out of your throat, a blissful warmth fills you at Josiah's words. You're being shown your place, as an obedient cocksucker, a reward for your owner to give as he pleases. But he's also once again asserting his dominance over you. No matter how many men use your body, you belong to him alone.

The boy in your throat takes no heed of your comfort, your need to breathe. Any fear or anger you may have felt is kept quiet by your faith in Josiah, by the knowledge that he'll take care of you. Instead, all you feel is a growing sense of euphoria as your body is used as a tool to satisfy this boy's lust. He increases his pace and intensity, forcing tears from your eyes and spit from your lips, before suddenly pulling out of you with a loud curse.

You kneel there, gasping and coughing as you feel his hot seed splash over your breasts. Looking up at him, you allow a look of meek gratitude to fill your eyes. Part of you truly is grateful to this boy for using you, for taking you like you now know you need to be taken. Deep down, though, you feel a growing sense of pride. For those few brief moments, this boy had conquered your body, but you hadn't allowed him to conquer your heart.

That still belonged to the only man worthy of it.

Another boy shoves the first out of the way, and then pushes you down on your back. He kneels down before you, and you look up at him, breathing heavily, arms splayed over your head, your eyes daring him to take what he wants.

"I want a taste of that tight pussy, city girl." His eyes are full of hunger as he pulls his pants down around his thighs. When you fail to respond, to react in any way, he gets angry. You smile inside as he grabs your legs and pulls them apart. As he lines his stiff cock up with your waiting entrance, you feel Josiah's seed leaking out of you. Taste it all you like, buddy, it already belongs to someone else.

He fills you in one swift movement, forcing a sharp cry from your throat. Looking down at you, he smiles as he sees the passive defiance in your face give way to helpless pleasure. You can't resist the feeling. Being pounded in the dirt by this laughing boy, watched by your owner as the pussy he owns is used to cement his dominance over all he sees, fills you with incredible ecstasy. As the boy inside you pulls out to spill his seed on your thighs, you look up to see Josiah watching with pride. That cold doubt you felt earlier vanishes in an instant. I'm pleasing him. I'm a good girl.

You hold on to that feeling as your body is taken again, and again, and again. Most of the men use your pussy, exclaiming aloud at how tight and wet you are, thanking Josiah for bringing you here, for allowing them to partake in his conquest. Some use your mouth, kneeling over you as you lie on the hard ground, only opening your mouth for them when they prove their strength. One sits on your cum-covered torso and squeezes your breasts around his hardness, fucking between your tits until his cum shoots out over your chin and neck. None of them have dared to risk spilling their seed inside you.

You're taken in every way, your young body pushed and pulled and moved to satisfy each man's desire. One takes you on your side, holding one long leg against his chest as he pumps into your wide open pussy. Another pulls you on top of him, squeezing your hips painfully as he grinds you against his cock. Your favorite position was when you were pushed prone on your belly, the man fucking down into you pushing your face into the dirt. Yes, fuck yeah, that's right, treat me like a bitch, use me like a slut, take me consume me fuck me fuck me fuck me!

A few of the men had managed to make you orgasm, but the pleasant spasms were nothing compared to the world-shattering climax Josiah had given you at the same time he gave you his seed deep inside you. As you lie face down on the ground, trembling and grinning and waiting for the next man to take you, rough hands grab at your hips and pull your ass into the air. Come on what are you waiting for? Don't you want this pussy Josiah is letting you have?

A gruff voice speaks up, and you realize the man behind you is one of the few older guys who stuck around after Pa left. "You had her ass yet, Josiah?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and you look up out of the corner of your eye to see Josiah deep in thought. "Not yet, Peter. I..." A conflicted look comes over his face. Like the idea of letting someone else take this part of you first tears at him, yet he knows how important the loyalty of such a man is. "...I'm proud to offer that honor to you, as an example of what you all can expect now that you've chosen to follow me down the new path."

The older man grunts his acknowledgement. He uses his callused hands to spread your cheeks wide, then hocks a glob of spit directly onto your puckered asshole. Before you can do anything more than pull in a gasping breath, he pushes his cock into you, spreading your sphincter painfully around his thick length and forcing a deep, guttural moan from deep inside you.

You've never taken a cock in your ass before. You never knew you could, but you can feel your body stretching, opening, allowing this man to take this part of you. Not because he wants it, not even because you want it, but because Josiah said so. Your body belongs to him, and so it is taking whatever he gives it, even the cock of another.

The pain is intense, but it's nothing compared to the swell of pride you feel as you look up and see Josiah smiling down at you. As wild cries leap from your open mouth, **** out of you by the hard cock fucking mercilessly into your rear, a deep feeling of peace fills you. I'm doing it. I'm a good girl. Josiah made me his, and now I'm helping him become even more. Even greater.

You barely notice when the cock is pulled from your stretched hole to spill sticky seed over your ass. Your eyes are locked with Josiah's, and he gives you a small nod of acknowledgement. Yes Josiah, I'm yours. I'll always be yours. Use me however you want. Give me to whoever you want. Just let me be your good girl.

Let me belong to the most powerful man I've ever seen.