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"Stop struggling, you dumb cunt. You were warned!" Jackson told the girl as she twisted and tried to pull herself free. He hated this as she was his favorite, but rules were rules. "All you had to do was shut up and spread your legs. That's it, but you had to try to run. Now you have to be a fucking example!" He tightened the noose around her neck as she pointlessly gulped in air. Her name had been Darlene once. Back before her car had broken down on the side of the road. Back before she had accepted a ride back to town. Back before she had disappeared from the world. Before she became a "thing" on the rape farm to be used and abused. Some were even being "bred" as the men called it. One rape became a hundred and a hundred became an existence where she didn't even know the day or the month. It had become too much and so she had broken the one rule above all others. Never run.
"Relax cunt," he told her. That's all they were. Cunts. If they needed to get specific, every one of them had a number branded on their ass. She, who was once Darlene, was now Cunt 107.
"The more you fight, the worse it'll be. There is no turning this around. We aren't going to drop you and snap your neck. If you want to live longer, stand on your tip toes. That's a girl," he told her as she did so when he let her go. Doing that was the only thing that kept the rope from biting into her neck and cutting off her air.
"As long as you can stand like that, you'll live. Some boys will come by and help you even, one way or another. Make sure your end has at least a few orgasms for them and likely you. Don't look at me like that, you won't be the first cunt to cum as she expires. Such a fucking waste but at least you'll be a lesson to them." He walked off, unable to bring himself to be around her anymore. It never got easier. Why did he always have to like the stupid ones?
Cunt 107 watched as Jackson walked off. He'd always been gentle with her, but that wasn't enough. She had wanted to live. Now she was going to die. It didn't take long for one of the farm hands to start mauling her body while her toes screamed at her in agony. With her arms tied behind her, she could do nothing. The cruel asshole kicked her feet out and watched as she flailed and tried to find purchase to stand back up. As soon as she did, he did it again. This time he didn't watch her flail. Instead, he jerked down his pants and grabbed her, lifting her up and impaling her on his cock. He fucked her hard, using the noose around her neck like a demented sex swing. Her face was red and jerked unnaturally forward as her chin dug in between her breasts. Only the rope and his holding her ass and legs kept her off the ground. Her nose ran as it flared along with her mouth to desperately gulp any snippet of air as he slam-fucked her cunt again and again. He shuddered, filling her with his vile heat before letting her go, laughing as she swung around, cum dripping between her legs. Eventually, Darlene managed to slow her spinning. Then, as blackness began to creep in, she managed to get up on her toes and breathe again.
They didn't let her stay that way long. Every fifteen or twenty minutes, another one of the hands would come by to torment or use her. Some just punched or kicked her. One fat fuck knocked her off her feet completely with a kick to her cunt. She barely got back on her feet because the drop had choked her so bad. Then several more used her, literally fucking her life away, and sapping the strength she needed to stand. It was getting so tiring, so exhausting. A part of her just wanted to let go but pure primal instinct wouldn't let her. She wanted to die as Darlene but in the end, she was too weak. She just let them bite, slap, and fuck her closer and closer to oblivion.
When the Farmer came up to her, she was a mess. Her nose was bleeding, her belly was covered in bruises, her breasts had several bite marks, and white oozed and puddled between her legs. If she had still been viable property, she never would have been allowed to be damaged so. But she wasn't property anymore. She was just a breathing warning sign. He snapped his fingers and several men brought out dozens of cunts. It was time for education. He wanted them all to see the lesson today.
Cunt 107 cried softly, begging him as he ignored her. She was too tired to fight anymore or struggle. She was barely getting air as her feet grew numb and were failing her. She knew the Farmer. They all did. You would rat out another cunt to avoid the Farmer. You would lie to avoid the Farmer. She had seen a mother condemn her own teenage daughter to make sure he didn't use her. He still had made the mom watch as he made her daughter scream. He inspected her and she knew at least it was over, even if she didn't want to go. She knew if she was given a second chance, she would be a good bitch forever. It was too late for that. She was going to be the latest example.
She barely felt the first punch to her gut, but her head felt like it was going to snap off when he punched her in the head. She slumped, limp, barely conscious as she hung and was slowly strangled. He pulled out his cock and pissed on her, barely making her twitch as blood ran out of her mouth. He then walked behind her and kicked her legs apart. Unlike all the other men, he didn't keep her face and chest up. He turned her until she was facing the crowd, lifting her legs up and against his chest. Unlike before, her neck was pulled towards her back, her face already a sickly puffy red. He spat on her ass and shoved his cock in, tearing into it. It hurt to shove inside her useless hole, but he forced his way in. It didn't matter if things got torn anymore. Not for her. He didn't even look at the warning sign he was fucking. He stared at the cunts out there, all in a line. He made eye contact with every one of them as he reamed her shitter bloody.
Cunt 107 stared at the women before her on the grass and the dirt. No one but her and the Farmer made a sound. She slowly choked as her ass was destroyed, suspended as the rope made her neck bleed while less and less air arrived. Black crept in and what was once Darlene began to die. She thought back to Jackson's words and cried as no air or sound left her body beyond the weakest of grunts. She wanted to die a person but what used to be Cunt 107 convulsed, squirting and cumming hard, right before it shuddered violently. The spasms slowed and it went limp. The Farmer finished in the dead thing shortly after, then had one of the cunts clean his cock. Throughout the day, some of the men would have fun with the warning sign, telling the cunts that they didn't like they would be up there someday. Eventually, they stopped fucking the cold object, but they still left it up. Every cunt on the farm had to kiss it goodbye.
That way, they wouldn't forget.
They wouldn't forget that it was the cunt's fault that an example had to be made.