She found the hog pen, took two steps inside, and slipped on the soft mushy ground; half her face and hair were covered in mud. Surrounded by pigs trying to get at the pail, she pushed it over and slipped trying to get up, fell down getting dirtier. When she got back to the barn, Ridley laughed and tossed her a large bandana from his back pocket.

"You need to carry one of those."

She tried to wipe off the mud, but it just smeared half her face was black.

"I need to go clean up."

"That's nothing; you're going to get a lot dirty than that. Go help Toby in the garden."

It was stupid the way he thought she knew where everything was. It was behind the house and was over half an acre. Toby was laughing loudly as she walked toward him.

"The pigs got the better of me."

"Watch what I can do."

He was digging up potatoes and taking three out of the basket, he started juggling them. "Anyone can do that." Rebecca said, got three potatoes tried to juggle them but couldn't do it at all, and they were all on the ground.

"I can do more."

Toby got four and was keeping them all up in the air.

"Hey we don't got you here to fool around," Ridley yelled coming buy with a wheel barrow.

"You can pick the beans," Toby said and handed her a straw basket.

"Which ones are those?"

"Wow, you don't know anything."

Rebecca grew up in the city on the streets. Her father was the first to leave then her mother all by the time she was thirteen. By fifteen, she learned how to pick pockets and asking for spare change. The cops would arrest her. The state would but her in a home for unwanted children, and she would run away.

He showed her how to pick the beans. She filled the basket with beans and then filled up two baskets with corn. When they got all the baskets full, they carried them to the barn and put them into the back of the pickup. There was crate in the back of the truck with bottles in it. When they went into the barn, Rebecca took one of the bottles and removed the cork. She smelled it and took a little taste. The liquid was like fire burning her throat, making her eyes water, taking her breath away. Ridley had a still out in the woods and sold the wicked liquid in town. She quickly put the bottle back when she saw them coming.

"Well we are heading into town," Ridley said. "Go to the house and see if Lady Aldrich has anything for you to do. When we get back, you can help with the milking."

Rebecca couldn't believe they weren't done yet. She was already tired. Her muscles ached, and the back hurt. As soon as the back door shut, she heard.

"Take off your boots."

In the kitchen, Lady Aldrich was at the counter peeling potatoes.

"Don't laugh," Rebecca said.

"What a mess you are. Well go get cleaned up, and then you can help me make supper."

"I have to cook my own food."

"Yes, we're not guards paid to wait on you."

It was true. In county jail, the guards brought three meals a day, terrible crap but then she didn't have to do anything to get it. She washed her face and looked at the bathtub. She ran it, took off the coveralls and got in wanting some scented bubble bath or soap instead of the bar of lye with a little oil in it. Since the war started, there were so many things that weren't available anymore. She was soaking when the bathroom and door opened. Rebecca sat up and covered her breasts with the arms.

"I didn't tell you to take a bath." Lady Aldrich took a towel, folded it, and placed it on the floor next to the tub. She got on her knees and took the soap.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you wash properly."

She ran the soap over her back then over the shoulders, and over the top of the chest. Rebecca lowered her arms, and she ran the soap over the breasts touching the nipples with her fingers making them hard. The hand went down lower over the stomach, and then going between the legs.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make you feel good. I can make it feel wonderful down there."

Rebecca pushed her had away.

"Haven't you ever been with a woman?"

"No, that's disgusting."

"I can make your time here much easier." She tried to get her hand between the legs again.

"I said no."

"Ok, finish up and get dressed so you can help with supper. Or go to your room without any."

There was no way she could go without supper she was starving. Supper was potato soup, bread and butter. Even after supper the day wasn't done, Ridley kept yelling at her that she was taking too long to milk the cows. She was having trouble getting suckers to stay on the udders. The operation was making her horny thinking about getting her nipples sucked on how men used to handle them, chew on the nipples while she took more cock.