Abby Chapter 1 - 10
"There ya at, girlie. Been waitin' for ya" The man said with a warm voice. He sounded like he looked. The old farmer stepped out and smiled to Abby
"Y... Yes, sir. Hello. I am Abigail Olter. I was sen..." The man waved an impatient hand.
"Yes yes, and it's a pleasure. You be a cute one. I did ask for a man, as I need some strong arms, but, seems ya got them covered" He chuckled. Abby actually chuckled with him. He seemed very kind and friendly. Speaking warmly of her strength made her feel somewhat accomplished. She knew what a strong man could do, and being praised for her strong arms made her feel confident.
A growing heat was burning in her crotch.
The man's eyes took in her appearance, scanning her up and down. Noticing her glowing mark, he seemed content with what he got.
He walked down and passed Abby. "Come, girlie, meet ma favorite farmhand and son Randy. Ah, and I am George, but peeps just call me "old man" or "Sir"." He said as he brought her to a large barn. There was light inside and a man was busy working.
Entering the barn, Abby watched the two exchange some words to each other. Hushed tones, so she didn't try to hear. But, she did catch the word "polite". She smiled to herself. These men were uncultured and pure. Maybe not used to be in modern female company, but at least they seemed to have weirdly good hearts.
The farmhand did seem a little... Simple... In his head. He flashed a goofy smile to Abby as the old man turned to leave.
"Randy here is your boss too. He's a simple soul, kinda like his old man. Better be on ya best behavior. He will fill you in on ya looks".
Abby froze up for a moment, as the shirtless man strolled over, he lifted her belt with a curious look on his face.
"Glowy. Girl got glowy mark down there" He said with an aloof look on his face.
"Y...Yes, Randy..."
"Sir... Call me sir" He urged her.
"Yes... Yes sir. I got it from my handlers..." She said, squirming a little. But, Randy seemed to find it amusing. Though, she was hoping to get some respect from him. If she could establish herself, then she would live life easier.
"I'm..." Randy placed a strong hand on her shoulder. She noticed his pants and saw that he was pitching a tent.
"Nah. Glowy girl. I gotta work on you. Be calm. I'll be fixin' ya hair"
Abby growled. "Don't touch me" She hissed dangerously, but the man seemed oblivious to her aggression.
"Sit, if not, will make a mess" He said in a matter-of-fact tone. Abby realized that she was getting nowhere, and her facade fell apart rather quickly. Disappointed, she plopped down on the crate, letting the man do whatever he needed to. She wasn't too attached to her ponytail. If he made her butt-ugly, then that would just be a bonus.
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