"Are you going to behave?" Nash asked.

Alisha nodded and took a deep breath, her ample bust rising under her sweater.

"No more talking back? You'll obey Jacob's commands without hesitation or question?"

Again she nodded her head, chin raised slightly in defiance, her dark, almond-shaped eyes blazing with hatred.

"Look at that face!" Richard chuckled. "She's a fighter, isn't she?"

"I'll soon beat that out of her," Jacob muttered, swishing his cane through the air and making Alisha flinch. "Yeah, you didn't like that at all, did you? Wait till you get it across your bare ass!"

Alisha looked at him, alarmed, and Jacob said, "Oh, yes, you heard right. Barnyard animals don't wear clothes, and until you prove yourself worthy of being human, neither will you. Now strip naked!"

With a look of alarm, Alisha opened her mouth to protest, but Nash wagged his finger at her. "Uh-uh. Think carefully, Alisha."

For a moment the wretched girl seemed to go through a mental tug of war as she debated whether to cross this terrifying threshold. Alastair could clearly understand why. Even though he, Nash and Tom were already privy to the delights of Alisha's lovely body, having to expose herself to three more leering rubes in the open country air would be an altogether new experience. He couldn't imagine what she must be thinking right now!

"Last chance, Alisha," Nash admonished.

Alisha gave him one last imploring look before taking the hem of her sweater between her fingers and slowly raising it up over her flat, brown belly. As her cream-colored brassiere came into view, Alastair's penis grew in his underpants. He had seen her naked before of course, when she had been forced to perform that demeaning faux tribal dance and then put on a lesbian show with Annabel at Nash's place-but watching this agonizingly slow alfresco striptease was proving to be a far bigger turn on.

As she pulled the sweater over her head, she shook her hair free, making her generous breasts wobble splendidly. After a brief hesitation she reached for the button on her jeans, but Jacob said, "Bra next."

Alisha's hands hovered in front of her as she again contemplated her situation. She had to know that if she wanted to keep her future intact, then getting naked in front of these white farmers was inevitable-and yet to do so must have grated against everything that this principled and dignified young city girl had ever stood for. Alastair wondered if she realized that her moral turmoil only served to heighten their pleasure!

Finally, Alisha took a deep breath, reached around behind her, and unhooked her bra. Jacob's two boys actually leaned forward as she pulled the straps down her arms and then took away the two large cups. Still unable to bring herself to expose her bare breasts to them, she held the garment up against her, one arm folded across her chest.

"For God's sake!" Jacob hissed. "Perhaps you misjudged this one, Darius. It looks like she's going to be too much like hard work."

"Maybe you're right," Nash sighed. "I would have thought that after all she's been through, this would have been easier for her. Okay Alisha, I've had enough of-"

"No, wait!" Alisha had the look of a trapped animal, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring. Then, looking skyward, she abruptly let go of the cups and allowed the undergarment to fall to her feet. Balling her fists and pursing her lips, Alisha managed to keep her arms by her sides, allowing them all a leisurely view of her wonderfully full, dark breasts, their chunky black nipples already growing hard in the cool breeze.

"Wow! Those are fucking beautiful!" said Matthew-and Alastair caught himself nodding in agreement.

 

 

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"Look at me," Jacob said.

The last thing Alisha wanted was to face them now that she was topless, but the chilling tone of Jacob's voice suggested that it would be foolish to disobey him. Summoning all of her resolve, she lowered her chin and made eye contact with her new oppressor. Unlike his sons, Jacob wasn't staring at her naked breasts, and to her consternation Alisha recognized the triumphant look in his eyes as that of a confirmed misogynist!

Unable to stand the sight of the curling sneer on his lips, she turned her eyes toward Matthew, who was ogling her exposed boobs with such lustful intensity that she had to fight the urge to cover herself again.

"Shoes and socks, then your jeans," Jacob said, with the quiet authority of a man confident that he had just conquered his prey.

Alisha turned her glistening eyes back to him, and noting the threatening way he was caressing his cane, crouched down and slipped out of her flats. She instinctively held one arm across her dangling breasts to stop them from swaying as she tugged off her socks, and then she straightened up and popped the buttons on her jeans. She could feel her heart pounding as she awkwardly pulled the denim down over her thighs and calves before leaving them with the gradually growing pile of clothing at her feet.

Now she was only wearing a pair of plain white boxers-after her previous experiences at Nash's house, she had been loath to wear anything that he might be construed as sexually provocative, although deep down she knew it made no difference to these nasty men what she was wearing, because it was all going to go. Even so, she made a last-ditch attempt to stand her ground-if Jacob wanted her to take them off, he would have to say so.

He did.

"What are you waiting for? Get those ugly knickers off!"

Despite having tried to prepare mentally for this, Alisha found herself in an emotional turmoil as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her boxers. Was she was really doing this? Stripping naked beside a country meadow in front of a group of lecherous white men?

As she reluctantly worked her underwear down her legs, the face of Martin Price, her boss and mentor at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon unexpectedly popped into her mind. He had once complimented Alisha upon her dignity and poise in the office-God forbid what he would think if he could see her now!

Her cheeks burning, Alisha stepped out of her underwear, and reflexively placing her hands over her crotch, she waited nervously for the next stage of her ordeal.