Show the slut her place.

Barely knowing what's come over her, Peggy nods. Percy chuckles quietly, then wheels his horse.

"Sirrah!" he barks. The farmer pulls the reins and brings his cart to a stop. Percy leaps lightly down from his horse and strides toward the cart. As he draws level and looks up at the puzzled-looking man, Percy speaks coldly and imperiously: "Sir, I'd like to borrow your girl for the afternoon."

"S-sir? What do you..."

"Come, don't be daft, man," Percy snaps. "I'm going to purchase your girl there for a time - I've no interest in maintaining her, but she laughed at my companion, and I'd like to teach her a lesson in humility. I shan't leave any marks on her, never fear. What do you say to three pounds?"

"F-father?" the girl looks uncertainly at her father, whose jaw has dropped. Peggy feels her pulse quicken and, though it shames her to say it, she can't look away. Her own eyes are wide with a combination of fear and...fascination? By God, she was the one who'd brought this on - who could have imagined it?

"I..." the farmer licks his lips, then shakes his head. "I'm sorry, sir. But I cannot just abandon Ruth to you."

"Don't be daft, you can come and get her at sundown tonight. Here, at this very spot, even. Four pounds, then."

"Father, please..." the girl - Ruth, apparently - whispers.

"N-no, sir," the farmer says - but less certainly.

"Five pounds. Think on it, man. You won't get an offer like this again...and I can tell you that with the way she looks, people aren't going to line to bond her."

The girl gasps, slightly, and the farmer bites his lip. "Damn you, I..." he hangs his head slightly. "Very well."

"Father - what?" Ruth cries, eyes wide. Peggy feels her heart hammering in her chest and a heat starting in her loins just at the realization of what is happening. The farmer turns to Ruth with a furious glare.

"I've always told you, Ruthie - you've got to keep a civil tongue in your head and a humble face b'fore your betters! Your own damned giggling got you into this - the least you can do is make up for it! You're of age. And five pounds! With that kind of money, we'll never need to sell you off!"

"But father - " Ruth's protestation is cut off with a startled cry as Percy reaches up, grabs her arm, and pulls her down from the cart. She manages to convert the tug into a hop, but still stumbles slightly as she lands on the ground. Percy seizes her hair with one hand, and with the other reaches into his coat pocket and withdraws a heavy purse.

"Here you are, man. Now ride on - like I said, you can meet her back here at sunset."

"Father! Please!" Ruth cries.

"I'm sorry, Ruth. Don't - don't go too hard on her, sir," the farmer says, sounding slightly choked.

"I'll go as I please," Percy says carelessly. "But I promise you she'll be unmarked. Now hyah!" He slaps one of the cart horse's haunches, and the farmer curses as he scrambles to take up the reins and the cart creaks into motion. Percy drags the girl, who's sobbing slightly, down the road by her hair until he's standing below Peggy, where he pulls Ruth's face up to stare at her.

"Ruth, is it?" Percy murmurs. The frightened girl whimpers and nods. "I heard you laughing at my friend back there. Did you think her...distraction...was funny?"

"N-no, sir. Oh no, sir. Please..." Ruth whimpers.

"Don't lie to me, little slut," Percy growls. He yanks the bonnet off her head and weaves his fingers more tightly into her light brown hair, forcing the girl to her knees. "Now...since you're bought and paid for, at least for the afternoon, are you going to be a good girl for me?" He punctuates his question with a light slap to her face, getting a gasp from Ruth.

"Ah! Y-yes, sir, yes, I'll be good."

"Excellent. For the sin of laughing at my friend, I'm going to require you to put on a bit of a show for her...demonstrate that you don't, in fact, think yourself above her. Do you think you can manage that?"

"Y-yes, sir," Ruth whispers, blue eyes shining with tears.

"Gooood. Darling, there are some spare reins in the right saddlebag - pass them to me, will you?"

Peggy finds herself moving almost without her own volition as she reaches into the saddlebag, pulls out the tangled mess of loose reins, and hands them over to Percy. Her whole body seems to be buzzing faintly and her blood is rushing in her ears. She's nervous - no, if she's honest, she's excited - to see what happens next. Percy takes the tangle of reins and shakes loose a leather strap.

"Crude, but sufficient for the purpose," he comments. Spinning the dazed Ruth to face away from him, he pulls her arms behind her back and wraps the strap around her elbows, tightening it until her arms are pulled back behind her, thrusting her full bosom forward. Ruth is breathing hard and trembling slightly, though she doesn't seem to be in pain. Percy steps slowly around to her front, caressing her face lightly. "There now. Are you ready to begin?"

"Y-yes, sir," Ruth whispers.

"Apologize."

"I - I'm sorry."

Percy tuts. "Not to me, you stupid sow. Apologize to the woman you insulted." He twists her head roughly around to face Peggy.

"I-I'm s-sorry, miss," Ruth quavers, tears standing in her wide, blue eyes. "I shouldn't have l-laughed at you..." Peggy gazes down on her from horseback and slowly gives her a nod.

"And why did you laugh at her?" Percy demands from behind the girl.

"I th-thought he was...playing with you," Ruth whispers, eyes locked on Peggy.

"Playing with her how?"

"Playing with her...her cunny, milord..." The farmgirl blushes scarlet, and Peggy does, too, looking away from the girl. Isn't this meant to salve her dignity? Must he make the girl be so...explicit?

"Well, I was," Percy says cheerily. Peggy gasps, feeling her cheeks burn. "But here's what you forgot, Ruth: this lady is of my class, she's a dear girl. She may have lovely plump tits and a pert ass, but nonetheless I'm going to converse with her and woo her and her family if I want her. But you...? You're the class of girl I get to take out my frustrations on."

Peggy hears Ruth gasp and looks back. Her lips part slightly and her breath catches as she sees that Percy has unbuttoned his pants. His cock, semi-hard, is hanging next to the girl's face, a good seven inches. Ruth's eyes are wide and her mouth hangs open as she looks up at Percy in panic.

"Oh n-no...please milord, I've never...I don't know how..."

"Best learn, then. Come on, slut!" He grabs his cock and strikes her cheek with it. "Start sucking! We're going to show my lady friend here why the lower classes exist: so that women like her don't have to put up with men like me until they have to." He chuckles and smacks Ruth in the cheek again. "Come on! Suck!"

Whimpering, Ruth finally closes her mouth around the tip of his prick and begins to suckle. The blood roars in Peggy's ears as she watches the farmgirl timidly lick and suck on Percy's member. Her loins tingle with the remembered sensation of Percy's ministrations and her own hand starts to subconsciously rub her thigh where he touched her.

Percy lets out a satisfied sigh as his cock swells to full hardness in Ruth's mouth. As he reaches that point, though, he looks down at the busty farmgirl with a critical eye. "Is that really all you know how to do, girl? Come on - really suck it, whore. Take it down your throat!" Ruth whimpers and sucks harder on his stiff prick, but gags before she manages to get it more than an inch into her mouth, flinching backwards. Percy laughs.

"You really must learn to do this, girl - a farm breeding bitch like you has a lot of this in her future. Here, let me help you!" So saying, he seizes the girl's head with both hands and begins to pull her down on his cock. Ruth gags and sputters, body convulsing slightly and arms jerking against her bonds, as he begins to violently fuck her mouth and throat. Spittle flies from her lips and covers her face as Percy pumps his cock in and out of her relentlessly. Peggy, for her part, has moved her hand to her swollen pussy, and is quietly touching herself as she watches Percy abuse the farmgirl...touching herself just the way he did, before...

A few minutes later, Percy finally pulls out of Ruth's mouth, leaving her gasping for air and shiny-faced from her own spittle. "There we go...just getting that whore's mouth of yours warmed up," he growls. Striding the few steps to the horse, he reaches into a saddlebag and pulls out a small, sharp knife that he uses to cut a slit in the neckline of Ruth's dress and apron. Tossing the knife to the ground, he stoops down and rips the dress open, exposing the farmgirl's pendulous breasts as he bares her to the waist. He seizes her hair and pulls her head back slightly, tilting her face up toward Peggy as he stands behind her, hard cock bobbing next to the farmgirl's cheek as she pants in exhaustion, arousal, and fear.

"There's a riding crop near my stirrup, Peg," he says casually. "I think you ought to take it and help me show the slut what she is."

Peggy's eyes widen, and she glances down to see the black leather riding crop sticking out of a holster near the stirrup. He can't be serious! I can't do that...can I?