‘Sorry about the DP,’ Drew said.

I told him it was okay, we could find someone else. But then I remembered something Cory told me during one of our Friday night fuck-fests. We were lying on the rug in front of the fire. Our tits were touching as we faced each other, propped up on our elbows, stroking each other’s clits. She said it was called the shotgun. A guy puts his fist inside you, then his dick up your ass. He grips his dick with the hand that’s inside you and fucks you like that, just like he’s cocking a shotgun. I thought it was just dirty talk to get us off, because we loved working each other up so that we came at the same time. But no, she said she’d done it before, and that it was mind-blowing. She said we could try it next time. She would use a strap-on to do it. But there hadn’t been a next time. I wondered if Drew would shotgun me. But of course he would. I only had to ask.

We flicked our cigs out into the rain and I hugged into Drew. He held me tight as we watched Colin struggle. I asked Drew to get naked for me. Told him I wanted to kiss him in the rain.

‘Sure, babe, anything for you.’

He looked so hot in just his scruffy boots. I took his hand and led him outside, wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed with the freezing rain on our naked skin as thunder rumbled all around. It was heaven. Drew was my heaven. I told him I loved him very much. He told me he loved everything about me, that I was his forever. Have you ever been hugged by a hunk of soaking wet solid muscle? With that man, I felt like a delicate bug being protected by the trunk of a solid tree. That’s what it felt like as the rain poured over us and Colin’s chain clanked in the background.

Lightning flashed bright, lit the place up like a sunshiny day. Colin was on his knees, a drowned rat staring at us. He looked terrified.

‘Let’s reel him in,’ Drew said.

Drew went inside to the drum and spindle and I stayed at the gap and watched as Colin was dragged back inside, gripping at the chain around his neck as Drew reeled him in like a fish.

Colin was soaked through and filthy and shaking like a puppy. He seemed mighty relieved when Drew took the chain from around his neck and threw it to one side. Drew sat him back on the chair, ripped the kid’s tee and hoodie off and tied his ankles to the chair legs and his wrists behind his back. Naked now, apart from grey socks, he was pink all over from the cold; shaking, teeth chattering.

‘Please don’t hurt me.’

Drew told him to shut up, asked me what I’d like to do to him. I told Drew there was only one thing to do. We should have a game of dare.

Drew said that was a great idea, but first some more coke, because Colin needed warming up, and I realised we did too. The coke was losing its glow.

Drew told me to stick my tongue out, tapped out half a wrap onto it and did the same on his tongue, then we kissed, tongues entwined. Kissed until it was all gone and my face felt crazy, like I was some grinning clown with a hellhole mouth.

‘Give the kid some,’ Drew said.

But Colin was crying again. I remember taking a moment, listening to the rain on the tin roof, the low grumbling of the thunder like some giant breathing above us. The gorgeous smell of damp and rusty chains and the air charged with electricity. I liked this barn better than the other one. It would be easy enough to bring the bed over. Then we could live there. Happy ever after.

Just like I thought I could make a new home in the old signal box. It was cosy and dry in there. And my Cherry filled every space on the walls.

‘In the pickup,’ Drew said, when I asked if there were any shrooms left.

I asked him to fetch them, told him I wanted a fucking party. While Drew was away, I stood in front of Colin and emptied a wrap of coke on my damp tits. ‘You may as well die high,’ I said as I straddled his lap. ‘Don’t bite,’ I said and pushed my tits in his face.

He tried to move his head away, so I grabbed him by the ears. ‘Lick it all up,’ I said and he did, slowly. He even sucked on my nipples, despite the sobs coming from him and the tears on his cheeks. It was kinda horny. I felt his little cock pushing at my cunt. I told him he was a clever boy.

I wrapped my legs around Colin’s chair and pushed myself onto him, but his dick only went in a little way. Colin moaned for me. But it wasn’t good enough. He would have to be untied before he would be of any use.

Colin’s eyes closed and his head went back. His breaths were heavy, spit dribbling from his mouth. The coke was hitting him quick. I licked the white powder from his lips and chin. The kid retched and I jumped off him just in time before he hurled watery chunks of nothing down his front.

I told him he was a waste of fucking space and the kid sobbed, begged to be let go.

‘So you can run to the cops?’

‘I swear I won’t. I just need to get home. They’ll be worried.’

The rumble of an engine outside gave me a fright. But it was only Drew. He’d driven the pickup over. He came back inside, still naked apart from his boots. He’d brought beers as well as the shrooms.

I noticed Colin’s hitch of breath. Noticed how he eyed Drew’s gorgeous cock. It was semi-hard, thick and fucking meaty. I needed it again. Wouldn’t be long. I knew that much.

As Drew handed me the mushroom bag, I told him that Colin seemed to like his cock.

‘No I don’t,’ Colin said, his voice all throaty.

Drew stepped up to Colin’s chair, hands on his hips. ‘Want my cock, boy?’

‘I’m not fucking queer, and I’m not a fucking boy.’

Drew’s laughter rolled around the rafters. It made my heart sing.

‘Dare you to fuck him,’ I said to Drew when he’d stopped laughing.

Drew had tapped the kid’s face, told him maybe, if he behaved himself.

We sat on a haybale and I played with Drew’s cock as he fed me a mushroom, followed by a neck of beer, and then a kiss. Kisses that got rougher as his cock grew in my hand.

I remember the green mist so well because it filled me. It loved me. I could see across the barn through the gap to outside where the charged air had an algae-green tinge to it. The rain had eased to a slow pattering. A blink of lightning, and seconds later the long slow grumble of thunder rolled into the distance. It took my heart, it really did.

And that green air seeped through the rusted barn walls like creeping ghosts, tendrils reaching out in wispy caresses, filling the shadows with a poisonous glow. I felt so alive and so loved, so special. This was my place. My time.

Drew told Colin to shut the fuck up. But I hadn’t heard what he’d said. I’d caught just one word – weed.

‘What did you say?’

‘I said I’ve got weed. Twenty O’s. You can have it.’

Colin was looking radiant, eyes bright, chin held high. And he had a hard on. The coke had whipped him into shape.

‘He’s getting brave,’ I said to Drew, told him he needed untying before he could be of any use. Drew told me he was dangerous now, that it was good he was tied up.

‘I’m not dangerous,’ Colin said. He no longer had the shake in his voice. Not a hint of it.

‘So what you saying,’ Drew said to him, ‘we let you go, and you give us a fucking huge stash of weed?’

‘No,’ Colin said. His eyes went to me. ‘I want to fuck her arse, then you get the weed.’

Drew laughed. But I didn’t. My fucking mouth watered.

I was still sitting cross-legged on that haybale. Still stroking Drew’s hard on. The thought came to me that maybe two cocks at once was a possibility now that Colin had grown a pair. And at the same time as thinking that, I noticed a small oval of red plastic poking from the compacted hay next to where Drew’s ass was planted. I took hold of it and gave it a tug and a knife came out, one of those homemade things for cutting strings off the haybales. It made me smile.

Colin saw the knife in my hand and he smiled too.

I saw the knife in Mother’s hand when she grabbed a fistful of hair and lifted my face from the signal box floor. Not a fucking word, she said, one squeak and you’re fucking gone. I’d been sleeping. Don’t know how they found me.

Teach the crazy cunt a lesson, Mother said. She forced me face down on the wood floor. My legs were parted by rough hands. My knees scraped on the rough boards. Fingers nipped me. Clawed at me. I knew it was Just Kev the moment he shoved his cock in me. Knew the feel of him. Knew those hands gripping my ass. He fucked me hard and I moaned for more. I stared up at Mother with her fist still in my hair and the knife so close to my nose and I licked my lips as Just Kev grew frantic.

He said he was going to come. She told him to fucking stop it. That I wasn’t meant to fucking enjoy it. I want to see the crazy bitch bleed, she said. Get her arse fucked, she said, then she can add another painting to the walls, crazy fucking bitch.

I almost squeaked when he did it. He went in so hard and dry he’d tore me. It hurt bad. And that pain went straight to my temples. I knew I was going to pass out, but not before I’d moaned for more. Not before I’d bit a hole in my lip and hissed like a whore.

‘Hey!’

Colin got my attention. He nodded to the knife in my hand. ‘Either cut his dick off or come here and free me. I’m going to fuck your arse.’

I’d forgotten all about the shotgun at this point. I was liking the new Colin. The prospect of having a little pink cock up my ass intrigued me.

Drew said he was lying, that he’d make a run for it as soon as we cut those ropes.

I told him no, that I wanted it. I wanted to lie on my back and watch Colin’s face as he fucked my ass. I told Drew he could stick his dick up Colin and fuck him at the same time he fucked me.

‘That’s not the deal,’ Colin said.

‘I could put the chain back around the fucker’s neck,’ Drew said.

And that became the deal. Colin didn’t have a choice.

Drew took the knife and sliced open a bale, spread the hay thick. He found a grubby old horse blanket and spread it out on top of the hay. I lay down on my back and palmed my clit as Drew got Colin ready.

I know I keep saying it was heaven but it really was. The rusted walls were bulging now, so juicy with rich colour, and every sound was a musical tune, from the crackle of the hay beneath me to the clank of the chain as it was fastened around Colin’s neck.

Drew brought Colin to stand before me and I opened my legs for him, opened my cunt for him. Colin’s cock was straining hard.

He dropped to his knees, touched his warm hands to my calves and lifted my legs, while Drew stood behind, holding the chain. I told Colin I needed it rough and fast, that there could be no other way right now.

Colin pushed it in my cunt first. Couldn’t help himself. I told him if he left his spunk up there, he’d be in trouble. So he stuck it in my ass and humped me with great breaths that sounded like a huffing dragon, the chain around his neck clanking with every thrust, the gleam of lusty pleasure in his eyes.

A gleam I knew so well. Mr Tinley had stopped me in the corridor at school. It was only a few days after my disgraceful behaviour.

Can I have a word, Miss Walker? he indicated to the doors that led outside away from the throng of the corridor.

It was a drizzly day, neither of us had a coat on. He pulled me to one side, away from the doors and looked me seriously in the eye. I’ve checked your schedule, he said, and you’re free, tomorrow afternoon.

My heart leapt into my cunt at his words. I knew something good was coming.

I told him Yes, I was free, half day.

It’s just that I noticed sometimes, he went on, that you walk home, and you often sit for a while on the bench on the main road.

I held his lusty gaze awhile, ran my tongue over my lips. He’d been watching me. The times I’d sat on that bench, waiting for Mr Boots.

Yes, sir, I said, thinking he wanted to come and sit on the bench with me.

He glanced about, made sure no one was in earshot as he pinned me with those gleaming eyes and lowered his voice, There’s bad weather forecast tomorrow. A lot of rain. I just want to say, what with us both having a half day, if I see you at the bench, or walking up the road, then I’d be happy to give you a ride home.

Not the words I’d expected to hear, and he must have sensed my disappointment because he added, My home, Danielle. I have found my old cane.

I screamed then, and so did Colin. He’d been fucking my ass so hard that he’d pulled fully out on the backstroke and speared the flesh between my cunt and my asshole on the way back in. I went shooting backwards, yelping like a kicked dog. Colin was being pulled to his feet by the chain around his neck and what happened next was a bit of a blur. Colin’s hands were covering his cock, blood seeping through his fingers. He must have spilt his dick. Drew slapped his hands away, told him he was a fucking idiot. I heard the click of the lighter, saw the spark, and Colin’s ginger pubes went up in flames and he danced away slapping at it with his chain clanking.

I was still rubbing my sore ass when footsteps approached and I saw the shadow of the man. I knew it wasn’t Drew, because I could hear the smack of fist on flesh, could hear Drew’s grunts and Colin’s pleas. How exciting to see Mr Tinley. I had to come, Miss Walker, he said and tapped the cane on his palm.

Mr Tinley had left me in a bundle of emotions. I was speechless. I was hot. I was wet. And I wanted to run after him and tell him to just take me now. But he’d scurried back into school and was long-gone before I’d taken a breath. I could scarcely believe what he’d said, and looked forward to planning for the next day.

But, and this was new to me, I realised there wasn’t much planning to do, other than making sure I’d conditioned my pubes and shaved my pits and legs. All I had to do was show up. I didn’t get much sleep, thinking of him hitting me with his cane, and fucking me, and only the Good Lord would know what else.

He’d been right about the weather. It was pissing down. As I left the school doors at lunchtime, I saw him sitting in his car in the car park. I waited until I’d walked past it before I’d flicked up the hood of my parka. I heard the engine start up, my heart pounding as I went through the school gates.

I’d stood next to the bench and waited only seconds before his old Volvo pulled up. I slipped inside quickly and he’d pulled away before I’d even closed the door.

Put your hood back up, he told me, and keep down in the seat. I’d done as I was told, stayed low in my seat with my hood over my head. I took the fabric of my skirt in my hands and pulled it up to reveal my pale thighs. Good girl, he said and I stayed like that for a good half hour before the car slowed and gravel crunched beneath the tyres. All clear, he said.

It was a big house, a posh house, nothing like the trampy shithole I lived in. I wondered if I’d get to stay the night.

Inside was a sight for sore eyes. Paintings, hundreds of them, filled the walls. Bookcases everywhere. And a dog, a cute ginger spaniel called Dolly. She licked my hands and kissed my face.

Mr Tinley led me to the kitchen, took my coat and sat me at a big table. He made us ham sandwiches and mugs of hot chocolate. It was really nice.

He asked me if I was up for this.

I told him I wanted to stay the night.

Are you willing, Miss Walker, to do everything I ask you to do?

Yes, sir.

No, he said, let me put it this way. Are you willing, Miss Walker, to do everything I ask of you, no matter what it is? No matter how you may feel personally, you will do it for me?

I told him all I ever wanted was for someone to tell me what to do.

Those lusty eyes watched me eat my sandwich. Watched me drink my hot chocolate. I smiled at him the whole time.

I admire the way you took pain, he said.

Thank you, sir.

Your threshold is obviously high.

Yes, sir.

Do you know it is a form of art?

Art, sir?

The giving and receiving of pain.

I see, sir.

The giving and receiving of submission.

Yes, sir.

The giving and receiving of humiliation.

Of course, sir.

He told me he wasn’t sure I did see. I told him to try me.

Stand for me, he said,

I obliged, with a smile and a straight back.

Remove your blouse.

I took it off slow, watching his eyes on my chest as I peeled it open and dropped it to the floor.

The bra was my newest, pale blue with little bows. I had on matching knickers.

Now the skirt.

I slid it down, kicked it away, and stood before him in my pale blue underwear and black socks.

Do you give yourself to me, Danielle?

Yes, sir. You only have to tell me what to do.

He nodded, studied me up and down, then he got to his feet and came real close. I could smell that musk of his. He was hot for it.

You still wish to meet my old cane, Danielle?

My breath hitched for him. Please, sir.

He took me to a huge room with tall windows that looked onto a long garden and fields beyond. He stood me near to some French doors and opened them, letting in a gush of cold air that excited me. I felt the tingles in my nipples as they tightened. Felt the heat spreading through my thighs.

I stood straight, chin up, hands by my sides.

He came to stand behind me and his hand went to the fastener of my bra, grasped it tight in his fist and then he twisted it hard. The straps pulled against my skin and all I could do was gasp for him.

His breaths came ragged as he kept up the pressure, twisting his fist as far as he could. It was wonderful. I told him so. He told me not to speak until spoken to and let go of me.

He came to my front and pulled down the cups of my bra. My tits were firm, nipples tight and dark. I almost asked him to suck them, then remembered to keep my mouth shut.

I’m going to give you a lesson, he said.

I nodded.

He told me I could answer.

Yes, sir.

He told me to clasp my hands behind my back and then he sucked on my tits. Deep and hard sucks, his teeth so harsh it thrilled me through and through. And this was only the beginning.

He told me to take my knickers off and hold them over his nose. I did, took them off and pressed the dampness to his face, and the buzz in my cunt when he breathed in nearly floored me. It would have been so easy to lose control, to jump him, to bite him. But I did as I was told.

He snatched my knickers from my hand, told me he was fetching the cane. Told me not to move a muscle.

Yes, sir.

So I stood there in just my bra with the cups down, nipples hard against the cold air coming through the French doors. I felt it on my thighs too, where they were damp with my juices. It was heaven.

I waited an age before I heard the patter of tiny feet and Dolly came into view. She came up to me and licked at my leg. Good girl, I told her in a whisper.

Mr Tinley returned shortly after. He was wearing a tartan dressing gown; his bare legs beneath were wonderfully hairy. And best of all, he had the cane in his hands.

Strained grunts and the prickle of hay at my ass and Mr Tinley’s head was between my legs, his teeth so nice on my hot cunt lips. I told him I loved the way he nibbled me and when he looked up he was Doctor Mort. The lenses of his glasses were smeared with my cream. You have an adorable vagina, he told me. Coke and shrooms are a heady mix. No, more than that. I was seeing new things now, from a different angle.

I was standing at the gap, smoking a cig, looking back at myself on the old horse blanket. Doctor Mort, in a dark suit, kneeling between my legs. Mr Tinley, in shirt and trousers, watched on, tapping his cane on his leg. And beside him stood another guy. He was looking my way. It took a second to realise who it was. Work overalls, black boots. It was only Mr fucking Boots. I thought I’d never see him again.

I had a great big smile on my face as he walked over to me. I glanced around for Drew but couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see Colin, either.

Mr Boots didn’t appear happy at all. His dark eyes took in my nakedness. You’re asking for trouble, he told me.

Or worse, I said and my giggle made Mr Boots smile.

I told him it was too late to save a crazy bitch like me, and that he should just get me fucked. I’ll even fast-pass you to the front of the line.

He said no, told me I should get out of there, and I told him fair enough, we can go to the other barn, there’s a nice bed there.

No, we can’t, he said, it’s already occupied.