The Murphy Ranch 

The Murphy Ranch

TABLE OF CONTENTS

        Chapter 1: The Gentleman
        Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams
        Chapter 3: Inviting the Neighbors to Dinner
        Chapter 4: Grocery Shopping
        Chapter 5: Dinner Party

Chapter 1: The Gentleman

"It's finally over!" cried Crysta.

Donna smiled. Yes it is. Having to go bottomless, the inspections, the humiliation; it's all over now. She celebrated by putting on a skin-tight top, miniskirt, and even a pair of panties under it -- the first time she had done that since the semester began. She felt all snug inside her clothes. Innocent. Like a little girl again. She thought back to the beginning of the semester. She recalled how immodest she would have felt wearing this miniskirt, even *with* panties, whereas now, after weeks of going bottomless in public, just the luxury of wearing panties at all made her feel all warm and snuggly between her legs.

"Do you have any plans for the semester break?" Crysta asked.

"I'm going to earn some money," said Donna. She had finished packing, and was ready to go out the door.

Crysta put on a dress because some of the parents were in the area, and the inspections had ended for the semester. Donna realized this was the first time Crysta had covered her lovely ass in weeks -- maybe months. Crysta carried one of Donna's bags down the stairs. "Really? How," she asked.

"I'm going to the Murphy Auction," she said.

Crysta dropped the bag she was carrying, and let it tumble down the stairs. Bump, bump, crash! Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. "What?!"

Donna's jaw went slack. "What did you do that for?" She ran after her bag, wondering what broke.

Crysta repeated her question, "What are you going to do over the break?!"

"I'm going to the Auction," repeated Donna.

Crysta put one hand on each of Donna's shoulders, and looked her straight in both eyes. "Do you have any idea what the Murphy Auction is?"

Donna was stunned by Crysta's reaction. She thought she knew what it was, but now she wasn't so sure.

"It's for girls who want to be servants," said Donna.

"Servants!" Crysta huffed. "That's one word for it."

"The pay is really good," Donna said.

"I don't doubt it." Crysta was deadly serious. "Donna, do whatever you can do to get out of this. This is not for you."

"Don't be rediculous, Crysta. It's just for six weeks. When we get back to school I'll tell you all about it. I'll be fine, you'll see."

"Are you going home first, or straight to Caldwell?"

"So you know the Murphy Ranch is in Caldwell?" Donna looked at Crysta narrowly. "How do you know about all this?"

Crysta just shook her head.

"Well the answer to your question is B, straight to Caldwell."

"I think you're making a big mistake."

The girls kissed. It was an affectionate kiss, but Donna was still sad when she got in her car and drove off. She wanted Crysta to be happy for her, not crazy like she had been today. She turned on the radio, and sang along with it. Soon, she forgot her problems, and enjoyed the drive. Traffic was heavy, but she was in no rush. After a few hours, she arrived at the Murphy Ranch.

She stopped at the guard house, and told the guard her name. He was expecting her. "Park in lot B, and leave your stuff in the car. You won't need it yet," he said. Donna had a good feeling about this. She parked the car, and went inside.

Expecting to find another gruff security guard, Donna was pleasantly surprised by the beautiful young woman who greeted her. "Hi Donna," she said, surprising her even more. How did she know my name? she wondered. The tan young beauty looked like a godess, wearing a white flowing robe. She shook Donna's hand, then hugged her, and felt under her dress. Donna was surprised not by her forward behavior, but rather by how natural it seemed to her. She hugged the godess instinctively. As Donna wrapped her arms around the beauty, she pulled Donna's panties down, and felt her soft girl parts. Donna didn't resist. This was happening, but it felt like dreaming. She dipped her finger into Donna, moistening it. Donna stepped out of her panties so she could spread her legs apart, giving the beauty better access. But that's all she wanted, apparently. "You can go to section G-42, down this hallway," she said, gesturing to Donna's left. Donna was caught off-guard by her abrupt change in demeanor, but she managed to begin walking in the indicated direction. "You forgot your panties!" the beauty called after her. Embarrassed, Donna returned to take her panties, but the beauty didn't let go. She pulled Donna toward her, and gave her a meaningful kiss. She sensed Donna's fear. "You'll do fine," she said. Then she let go of Donna's panties. Donna bent over, right in the lobby, to put on her panties. She pulled them up loosely, leaving room between her pussy and the panties so they didn't get too wet.

She went down the long hallway, and came to a door labeled "Stage G". She pushed the door open, and found herself in a huge room with long aisles marked off on the floor with masking tape. On both sides of the aisles were sections divided by portable curtains. In each area was a girl. Some of the girls were naked. Others were fully dressed. Some were sitting, while others were dancing to music she didn't hear. As she walked back and forth along the aisles, she slowly became aware of the numbering scheme. Each section of the floor had a label. Before she knew it, she was looking at the small sign proclaiming "G-42". She stepped into the section and felt very awkward. There was a square bench in the middle of her section, measuring about four feet on each side. She sat down, wondering what would happen next.

She didn't have to wait long. The goddess in the white robe greeted her warmly. "You can stand on the pedestal," she said.

"Pedestal?" Donna asked. The beauty gestured to the seat she was sitting on. "Oh," she said, and stood up on it.

"Some of our customers come here in person," she explained. "But many more just see you on their computers. You are required to be very nice to the customers. Remember that." Donna nodded. "There are cameras at the corners of the pedestal, looking up at you, and cameras elsewhere in the section looking at you."

Donna looked around. "Cameras?" she said.

"They're very small," said the goddess. She went on, "and the monitor, over there, is where you get to see the customers."

The monitor was huge. Why didn't I see it before, she wondered. It was showing an upskirt view of a pair of baggy panties. Donna moved, and the image moved. That's me, she thought, and pulled up her panties. That's better, she thought, as the image changed to show a sexy tight ass with tiny panties clinging to it under a miniskirt. Thank God I had the foresight to wear panties, she thought.

She looked up from the monitor to find the goddess had vanished. Now what? She stood on the pedestal, feeling the prying eyes of all the cameras looking at her, and felt awkward. She looked around the room, and saw all the other girls, apparently comfortable in their little spaces. She was lost in thought for a while. A minute, maybe, or perhaps longer, when a voice came from the monitor. "Take off your panties, bitch!" it said.

Donna was startled. It took her a few seconds to realize the voice was addressing *her*. "No, I won't!" she replied. Then she squinted at the blurry image on the monitor. It looked like a teenage boy.

"Take off your shirt, you little whore!" said the boy.

"Fuck you!" said Donna. Applause and cheers erupted from nearby stalls. Donna smiled at them, pleased that she had stood up for herself.

Soon, the beauty appeared, not in person, but on the video screen. "Donna, these are customers," she said.

"The pimply-faced kid is a customer?"

"Yes, his credit card checks out. That makes him a customer." Donna had no response. She just gaped at the monitor.

Finally, Donna pulled her thoughts together. "So I have to obey his stupid wishes?"

"Yes, and you have to do it cheerfully."

The angel disolved, and soon the kid was back on the screen looking smug. "Your panties, please?" he said.

Well, at least he didn't call me any names this time, Donna thought. (Unbeknownst to Donna, the kid had received a stern lecture about how to address a lady.) "Well, when you ask me nicely, how can I refuse?" Donna said as she slid her panties down her long legs, and stepped out of them. She stood with her legs together in the center of the pedestal, to minimize the view from each camera. The monitor showed a succession of views of her most intimate areas from a succession of hidden cameras.

"Your shirt, now, darling," said the kid.

"You don't really want me to take off my shirt, do you?" Donna asked playfully, stalling for time.

"Yes, and hurry," said the kid.

Donna had nothing but time, and the kid's admonition to hurry just slowed her down more. She peeled her shirt off, an inch at a time, exposing first the tender bottoms of her breasts, then the nipples. Donna watched her own strip-tease on the monitor, and actually enjoyed it -- that is, until her face was covered by her shirt. The slow strip tease was intended to piss off the kid, but it was also turning her on more than she realized. She spread her legs apart, having forgotten about the cameras looking up her skirt, and her pussy was getting puffy and pink from excitement. When she finally pulled all of her shirt off, she saw the kid's session had ended. I wonder how much he saw?

She was startled to see a distinguished gentleman standing right in front of her, trying not to look at her perky breasts. "Oh!" she exclaimed as she covered her boobs with her hands. She started to bend over to retrieve her shirt, which was lying behind her on the edge of the pedestal, but she remembered she wasn't wearing panties, and felt awkward bending over with the man watching her behind.

"Allow me," said the man. He picked up the shirt and handed it to her. He watched her carefully as she put it on, noticing that her nipples remained visibly erect beneath her shirt. When she was composed, he continued. "My master seeks a..." he paused to think of the right word. He leaned closer to her and spoke softly. "...a companion," he continued. "He wants a girl who will obey him, but who also has a brain of her own."

"Sounds like a tricky combination." Donna was intrigued.

"Yes, it is tricky. But a test has been devised. If you pass it, I will buy your services on behalf of our master. If you fail, then you have to get back up on the pedestal, and wait for someone else. Does that sound fair?"

"I guess so," Donna said.

"Good. Here's how it will work. I will ask you a question, and you will answer it. If your answer is wrong, you have to take off an article of clothing. Then I'll ask you another question, and you will answer it. When you have answered ten questions, if you are naked, Bruno, here, will rape you." He gestured to the large man standing behind him.

"Rape me?" Donna stared at Bruno. She wanted to know if he would really rape her. He wasn't bad looking, but she still didn't relish the thought of being raped, especially with everyone watching.

"Yes. He will grab your naked body, throw you down to the floor, and fuck you."

Donna pulled her eyes off Bruno and stared at the gentleman. He stared back at her. "Does that sound fair?" he repeated.

"Not really." Donna said honestly. The gentleman started to leave. "No, wait," Donna called after him. "I'll do it." This was her ticket out of here. And even if she got raped, it certainly wouldn't be her first time, she rationalized. At college, rape had been the standard punishment for girls with the audacity to display sexual excitement in public, a condition which befell Donna once or twice. If necessary, she would endure another rape.

"That's the spirit! Here's your first question:"

"Wait a minute," Donna begged. "Can I put on my panties first?" She wanted to have three articles of clothing, to give her a fighting chance in this competition.

"OK," said the gentleman, "but be quick about it!" As Donna skurried about, he started his first question again. "What positive integer has no prime factors?"

Donna finished pulling up her panties, and answered right away: "One."

"That's right." The gentleman hid his disappointment. He would make her squirm soon enough. "Second question: What is the easternmost state of the United States?"

Donna was excited by the question, because she knew the trick. She was about to answer when she had another thought: I'll play with this guy a little bit. She twirled her hair around her finger. "Ummm..." She pulled her miniskirt up around her belly, exposing her panties. "If I don't know the answer, can I take off my panties?" she asked as she started to lower them. The gentleman smiled and nodded. Clearly, he was looking forward to a glimpse of her pussy. She lowered her panties only far enough to reveal the top of her vulva, and glanced at the gentleman's crotch long enough to see a pup tent. "Alaska!" she said.

"That's right," said the gentleman again. His tent deflated as Donna pulled the front of her skirt back down, although he enjoyed the fact that her panties were still in view beneat her skirt. Wishing he could think of a way to see Donna's naked ass, he continued. "Third question: does the set of all sets that don't contain themselves contain itself?" Donna knew this question, too. Even though she was beautiful, she was also smart, and she paid attention in math class. This is the famous Cantor paradox, she thought. But, again, she was careful not to let on that she knew this one.

"Can I pull down my panties a little farther?" she asked. "They're really giving me a wedgie."

The gentleman laughed. "Sure," he said. "Pull them down as far as you like."

"Oh, thank you," Donna gushed. She pulled them halfway down to her knees, to a point where they almost fell by themselves. Donna knew she could raise that little tent again if she "accidentally" let them slip a little farther. "This is a hard question," she said. "If I get it wrong, should I take off my shirt or my skirt?" She coyly lifted her skirt as she asked the question, exposing her adorable pussy to the gentleman.

"It's your choice," he said.

"I would very much like to keep my pussy covered," she said. "So I'll take off my shirt if I get this question wrong, OK?"

"That would be fine," he said. "What is your answer to the question?"

"The answer is that there is no answer. The question is a paradox, and the resolution of the paradox is to say that there is no set of sets that don't contain themselves, so it is pointless to ask any question about such a set."

The gentleman shook his head. Rats! thought Donna. She lifted her shirt over her breasts, letting them flop out. Not huge, but totally natural, observed the gentleman. Master will be pleased. With her shirt around her neck, Donna readied herself to remove it when the gentleman interrupted her. "That's the right answer."

"Then why did you shake your head?"

"I was amazed that you knew this one. None of the other girls got this one right. If you like, you can cover your breasts again."

"That's OK," said Donna. "I have seven questions to go. I'll surely get one of them wrong, and then I'll just have to uncover them again. Give me your next question."

"Are you willing to obey any order?"

"Yes," Donna said. She knew that was one of the rules of her job as a servant.

"Will you obey an order even if it is stated as a question?"

Donna frowned. "Of course," she said. She didn't know why the gentleman was asking these questions, but she wanted to get on with the game.

"Question six," began the gentleman.

"You mean question four," corrected Donna.

"No," said the gentleman. "Question four was 'Are you willing to obey any order'" and question five was 'Will you obey..."

Donna's cute little tits shook with laughter. "Oh, those were part of the test? I'm glad I got them right!"

The gentleman was not amused. "Will you please turn around and touch your toes?"

Suddenly Donna stopped laughing. This was an order, phrased as a question, so she had to obey. But she also knew her butt was uncovered. She pictured herself facing her ass to the gentleman, bending at the waist. Her pussy would be in full view. She started by turning around. She was so filled with tingling anticipation her knees almost buckled. She clenched her little cheeks to keep her pussy hidden as long as possible. She barely noticed that her panties slid the rest of the way down her legs when she had turned around. They weren't doing her any good, anyway. Then an idea came to her. She bent at the knees, not the waist. and touched her toes without showing her pussy. She slowly stood up, and turned to face the gentleman, her panties still about her ankles.

He clapped his hands in a slow mocking way. "Very good, Donna. Will you please take off your panties?"

Donna's face turned ashen. "Was that a question?" She saw his trick. His last three questions would be orders to remove her clothes. She glanced at Bruno, who was unbucking his pants in anticipation of his prize. After ten questions, she would be naked, and Bruno would rape her.

Donna answered, "Yes," and kicked them at the gentleman, scoring a direct hit on his face. He inhaled her fragrance before removing them from his nose.

"Now will you take off your shirt?"

Donna froze. The gentleman took it as horror -- Donna knew she had been licked. But she was really doing some detailed calculations. Finally, she smiled triumphantly. "Yes!" The gentleman was a bit confused by her joy. She was one item of clothing away from being stripped stark naked and having forced intercourse. Not a cause for joy at all.

"Finally, my tenth question," said the gentleman.

"No," corrected Donna, her hands on her hips. Her tits shook as she said, "You have already asked ten questions. I have won your little contest."

"Really?" asked the gentleman, amused at Donna's defiance, her miniskirt barely covering her naked pussy.

"Really," said Donna. "You asked me first about prime factors, second about the easternmost state, third about the Cantor paradox, and then your fourth question was 'what is the answer to the third question'."

"Wait a minute!" said the gentleman. "That wasn't one of the ten questions!"

Donna laughed. She grabbed the hem of her tiny skirt with both hands and shook it back and forth, oblivious to the rare sight she offered this way. "You asked me ten questions, it's as simple as that!"

"I suppose I did," said the gentleman. "But you only gave me nine answers."

Donna let her skirt drop. He was right, but does this matter? "I guess so."

"Do you remember the rules?" He froze, pointing at her. "Don't answer that!" He smiled, and resumed his rebuttal. "The rules clearly state that the game isn't over until you answer ten times." Donna's jaw dropped as he went in for the final blow. "So you will answer one more question."

Donna knew she was licked. She unzipped her skirt, and waited for it. Her skirt started to slide down, but she spread her legs to catch it.

"Donna, will you remove your skirt?"

"Yes." She hung her head, and put her legs together, allowing her skirt to hit the floor. She stepped out of it, and looked up to see that Bruno had removed his pants, and he was ready for action.

Bruno started for the pedestal, and Donna braced herself, but the gentleman stopped him. He wanted to savor his victory over a worthy opponent. "I'll let Bruno rape you in a minute. But first, spread your legs," he ordered. Donna obeyed. "Raise your hands in the air, and imagine that you are tied up, and can't fight back as I touch you." Again, she obeyed. The gentleman approached her, and she squirmed, but didn't move her feet. He began caressing her left butt cheek, raising goosebumps. He cupped her cheek in his hand, allowing his fingers to play over her asshole. Donna's goosebumps spread to her whole body, especially her nipples, which stood at full erection. He caressed her inner thigh, letting his fingers stroke the tender skin between her legs, from her asshole to her vagina, which by this time was dripping wet. He rubbed her erect nipples, and gently raked his fingers down her flat belly toward her quivering pussy. She felt like she would come when he touched her clit, but he teased her by letting each hand pass her pussy without touching it. She was so wound up, she craved release.

The gentleman stepped back. "OK, Bruno," he said.

"Wait!" Donna said, her legs still apart, and her hands still high in the air. "You said the game would be over if I answered ten questions."

"That's right." The gentleman was growing impatient.

"But I only answered nine."

"Au contraire," said the gentleman. "You answered all ten of my questions."

"Don't you remember?" Donna asked. "When you asked me to bend over and touch my toes..."

"You did it, in a clever way so I couldn't see your cute little asshole, as I recall."

"Yes, but I never answered you. I did it silently."

"Just doing it is an answer."

Donna put her hands on her hips, and brought her legs together, and just looked at the gentleman.

"OK, you're right. I managed to get you naked, but you still win the game. You were the best opponent I've ever had at this game. The master will be pleased with you." To his frustrated rapist, he added, "Come along."

Next: Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams