Murphy Ranch, Chapter 4: Grocery Shopping 

Murphy Ranch, Chapter 4: Grocery Shopping

Murphy Ranch, Chapter 4: Grocery Shopping

Twilight was turning to night by the time Donna and Bruno returned to the house. Donna's maid was waiting for them. "We're going to have a dinner party tomorrow night at 8," Donna told her.

"Good luck!" said the maid.

"What do you mean?" asked Donna.

"I mean, do you have any idea how to put together a dinner party?"

"Well, sure, I, um, no, I guess not."

"Then if you have no skill, no knowledge, no ability to pull this off, then you'll need a lot of luck."

"I was sort of hoping you and the rest of the staff would..."

"would bail you out of a big mess? Forget it! I'm tired of bailing the master's girls out of every situation they step into. No."

"But it was the master who told me to invite everyone!"

"The master told you to invite people? When did the master speak to you?"

"Well, he didn't speak to me directly. Bruno..."

"Oh, now it's all becoming clear. Bruno told you that the master is going to have a dinner party. And you believed him." She broke into a full belly laugh, her eyes filling with tears. It took her quite some time to recover her composure.

Donna began to weep. This is not what I signed up for, she thought. The maid was suddenly filled with compassion for the poor girl. Stroking her adorable round ass, she said "Don't worry, little girl, everything will be just fine."

Wiping tears from her eyes, she looked up at the maid. "It will?" She hiccoughed.

"Sure, baby," said the maid, smoothing Donna's hair, and tossing it behind her sexy shoulders, and uncovering her perky nipples. "If you just go to the supermarket and pick up a couple party platters, I'll take care of everything else."

Donna started crying again.

"Why the water works, little girl?"

Donna sniffed. "I have nothing to wear." She inhaled in a screaching wail, coughed, and repeated, "I have nothing to wear." She sobbed uncontrollably.

The maid felt truly sorry for her. "I'll find something," she said. "Just wait here. Everything will be OK, I promise." The maid left, while Donna continued to sob. She came back with a little stretchy white "wife-beater" t-shirt.

Donna was so thankful she hugged the maid. She put it on, but was disappointed it didn't cover her bottom. But after some tugging, she stretched it far enough to cover her pretty well. "Thank you," she gushed, hugging the maid, who seemed a little embarrassed.

"It's OK, Donna, but..." She pulled Donna closer and whispered in her ear, "please don't tell master that I gave you this dress."

"You bet," said Donna. She sniffed. "It'll be our little secret." She laughed a little and sniffed again.

Relieved, the maid summoned the driver. "Take Donna to the supermarket. She's getting a couple party platters for tomorrow's little get-together."

Donna walked outside, tugging on her "dress". It annoyed her that every step caused it to ride up, exposing her crotch to the world. She was glad to get into the santuary of the car, where no one would see her. She enjoyed the ride. Before she knew it, the driver had opened her door. He looked at her crotch, then at her face. Donna smiled. Why can't men ever hide that double-take when they see a girl's pussy? She covered herself, and got out of the car as daintily as she could with such a short dress. She took a cart near the entrance, and went into the store, pushing the cart with one hand so she hold her dress down with the other. She knew the moment she let go, the dress would shrink back to its ordinary size, leaving her lovely ass out in the open.

She managed to look around, in spite of her fashion difficulties. It was a nice place. Very big, well lit, clean, and thankfully not very crowded. "Here they are," she said to herself as she came upon a sumptuous display of party platters in a refrigerated case. She thought about bending over to take one, but she knew she would be flashing all the customers the minute she let go of the bottom of her dress.

"May I help you?" It was a handsome young man.

What a relief! "Oh, yes. Could you put those in my cart for me? I seem to be having trouble reaching them."

"Certainly!" He filled the cart with three of the biggest party platters -- one brimming with veggies, another with all sorts of meats, and a third overflowing with cheeses of every kind. "Will you be paying for these in the usual way?"

The usual way? It sounded like a trick question. She must have looked perplexed, because the man explained. "The girls usually pay in the locker room."

This didn't sound good at all. "The locker room?"

"Sure. Follow me." Then, to another worker, he hollered, "take those platters to the car." He walked quickly, so Donna had to jog a little to keep up with him. Donna was startled at the feel of his hand on her rump, because she didn't realize it was naked. His touch calmed her, though. He was sweet, not trying to take advantage of her. He gently guided her past an "employees only" sign. She looked around, and saw lockers and benches. This must be the locker room, she thought.

"Blindfold?" he asked, holding a piece of black cloth. Donna must have looked perplexed, because he felt the need to explain. "Some of the girls prefer to wear a blindfold. It's up to you."

"No thanks," Donna gulped.

"That's fine," he said. "Arms up."

Donna instinctively raised her arms. He deftly slipped each wrist into a soft cuff. When he let them go, they jerked her arms up and out, and pulling her to the center of the room, where she had to straddle one of the benches to remain upright. "How are you feeling?" he asked, smoothing her dress against her skin.

Donna felt vulnerable, to say the least. She had no idea why she had been taken into the locker room and tied up this way, or how long she would have to remain here. The only comfortable thing about this whole ordeal is the man's gentle touch as he continued to smooth her dress. With each stroke, he stretched it out just a bit, so that when his hands reached the bottom of the dress -- she guaged the length of her dress by the feel of his hands on her skin -- it was covering most of her buttocks, and part of her thighs. She breathed a sigh of releif that she was decent, at least. "I'm OK," she said, tentatively.

"That's good," said the man. "I'll be back soon. Don't worry."

"No wait!" Donna didn't want to be alone, tied up, spread eagle, and a strange locker room.

"Yes?" said the man.

Donna was desperate. She blurted out, "I haven't kissed you yet." If she had the use of her hands, she would have slapped her forehead. What a stupid thing to say!

But the man didn't think it was so stupid. He came to her gently, and kissed her softly on the lips. Donna responded with a passion so strong she surprised herself. She was determined to keep kissing him for ever so he couldn't leave. He responded with passion of his own, kissing her, and gripping her firmly between the legs. Straddling the bench, and with her arms tied to the sides, she had no way of protecting herself, so she just let him feel her up, and hoped he would never leave. Eventually, though, he broke free, wiped his mouth with his pussy-scented hand, and said goodbye.

"Could you fix my dress again, like you did before?"

"It's fine," said the man. "I'm sorry, I have to leave. But I'll be back soon, I promise." He left before Donna could say anything more. She felt the hem of her dress, scratching her abdomen, just above the top of her pussy. Great, she thought. My pussy isn't covered at all. I hope no one sees me this way.

Her hopes were dashed as three young men entered the locker room, chatting. Their chatter ceased instantly when they saw Donna. They gathered around her, surveying her from every angle. "What have we here?" one of them said, as he approached her. Donna kept quiet as he gently squeezed her tits. She didn't say anything as he pulled her dress up, revealing her flat belly. "She's cute," said one. "Nice ass," said another, lifting the back of her dress, while one of the other boys lifted the front. "Look, she has sweet tits," said one, as he stroked her nipples. Donna wished they didn't get hard when boys fondled them -- it just leads them on. Finally, the boys left her alone, much to Donna's relief. Although she would have preferred her dress to be down at her sides, instead of up around her tits, she was glad the boys were onto something else. But what were they doing? Changing their clothes. Of course. This is a locker room. She watched them as they took off their pants, and smiled as they took off their underpants. What a relief, now that she wasn't the only naked person. She felt a kind of comraderie with the naked boys. She felt herself moisten uncontrollably at the sight of their dicks. She was serenely calm until she heard what they were saying. "You went first last time," one said. "But you went first two times before that," said another.

Oh, shit, thought Donna. They're going to rape me. "Please, boys," was all she could think to say.

She recoiled as one of the boys touched her between the legs. "Please boys," he mocked, as he spread her moisture with his fingers. The other boys joined in. "Please boys," they each said as they fondled her.

This is so frustrating! Donna thought as she struggled against her handcuffs. This damn bench isn't helping, either. It was keeping her legs apart, making it impossible for her to protect herself against probing fingers. They probed everywhere -- her cheeks, her tits, her belly, her pussy and asshole. Even her mouth was open for business. When she turned her head to pull away from one, another was over her shoulder, trying to kiss her as his fingers probed every part of her body. Finally, she realized resistance was futile. She gave in to them. When one of them kissed her, she kissed him back. When one felt between her legs, she relaxed, and let him feel. She had been raped before, and although it was no picnic, she knew from experience that a rape goes easier if you just give in. After she stopped struggling, the boys got down to business. The first one got behind her and pushed her forward. Donna braced herself for a rear entry, but he went for her pussy instead. What a relief! He came right away. "Where's the K-Y?" said a boy. Good, Donna thought. It's a lot easier with jelly. The next thing she felt was a pair of hands slobbering jelly between her cheeks, and then she felt his dick, probing. In he went, about half an inch. More jelly. In he went again, an inch this time. Still more jelly. In he went, all the way! Donna hated that feeling of needing to crap. She just spread her legs as far as they would go, and let him pump. It didn't take long. One of the boys -- it must have been the third boy -- said "Now what am I supposed to do, she's all messed up!" "Hose her down," said another. Little did Donna know he meant that literally. She felt the water before she saw it. It was f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g cold! They squirted it hard up both holes, douching her out with the hose. Then the third boy came to her from the front, his dick pointing skyward. Donna shivered as he closed in on her. "There, there," he said, in a soothing voice. He kissed her softly, and stroked her back, down to her butt. No probing, this time. Just a soft, warm touch. Donna closed her eyes, and imagined this boy loved her. Her nipples hardened as their chests touched. She imagined that she had arms that worked, and that she could hug the boy. She even smiled as he gently entered her. She arched her back to ease him inside, and even enjoyed the feel of his strong hands on her cheeks, pulling her in. "Hmmm," she said, involuntarily. That was enough for him, apparently. He returned her affectionate sounds with three or four firm pushes, and then held her close for a few seconds before pulling out. "Thank you," he said.

Thank you. What an odd thing to say after you've just raped someone. Even odder was Donna's reaction. "You're welcome."

The boys left Donna, her dress hiked up over her tits, spread eagle in the locker room. Soon, the man came back. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he said. "The boys should never have left you this way." He pulled her dress down, covering her as much as possible. "Let me clean you up a bit," he said as cum was dripped down one of her thighs. He turned the hose on her, gently this time, and washed her, leaving her soaking wet, but at least she was clean. He untied her hands. What a relief to let them fall to her sides. The first thing she did was pull her dress down over her pussy, apparently not realizing the water had made it completely transparent. "You're free to go," he said. "All paid up."

Next: Chapter 5: Dinner Party