6 comments/ 65577 views/ 20 favorites The Farm By: Stillherer I was walking in the early morning trying to hitch hike out of a rural town when a beat up old farm truck pulled up. I was so grateful I was already crawling in before I noticed what a scum bag the driver was. "Aw shit," he drawled as I settled in, "with all that hair I thought you was a chick!" I put on my best nonplussed attitude and asked him where he was going. I tried not to look shocked when he told me he was on his way to his friends house to drink beer and watch porn - at 7am! He leered at me with rotten crooked teeth asking if I was interested in joining them. Trying not to sound too disgusted I decline, relieved when he shrugged muttering whatever. He said he was headed for the next town but soon took a turn down a gravel side road. He sensed my body stiffen and quickly assured me he just had something to drop off at a local farm before heading on. "It won't take a minute," he told with a smile that made me very uncomfortable. We drove a ways down the dusty road before he turned into a long drive way leading to a run down, ramshackle house. Barking dogs greeted the truck and chased us the last 100 yards. I gave him my best "you gotta be kidding" look when he laughed at them, taunting them through the open window. He pulled into a yard littered with junk lurching to a stop and sprung from the cab of the truck heading for the house before I could say a word. The dogs smelt him but stayed with the truck, and me. I didn't dare get out as the pack of scruffy looking beasts prowled about the truck growling menacingly at my slightest move. The scum bag said he wouldn't be long but it seemed like forever already as the truck began to heat up under the hot summer sun. And I had to piss. Badly. It wasn't long before I am trying every trick I know to distract myself from wetting myself. I got so desperate I open the door a crack then nearly pissed myself when the dogs lunged violently at the other side of door. As I sat there trembling with fear I heard a commanding voice calling off the mutts. A man in the shadows of house beckoned for me to come over. The dogs growled as I exited the cab of the truck but didn't make a move. The man in the shadows cautioned me to hurry if I'm coming as his dogs don't generally obey for long. I scurry to the safety of the house. I only got a fleeting glimpse of him as I ducked through the open door into darkness. After the bright sunlight everything was in deep shadows. I sense that I am in the kitchen as I catch my breath trying to calm myself. With a tense heavy exasperated sigh I turn to query the man who settled the dogs and let me in about where the clown who brought me to this place was. But then something about his stance, his air, made me hesitate and then hold my tongue. I didn't have to pee anymore. Out of the corner of my eye I catch the flickering of a tv set in another room and it is then that I realize that I can faintly hear the sounds of sex. They are watching porn. I can't believe it. He studies me intently until my nerves force me to look away. Confusion and fear mix to make me tremble slightly and I jump with a start when he moves to the fridge. Not sure what to expect I am relieved when he reaches in and tosses me a beer. Mumbling my thanks to his back as he heads for the front room. With no other choices I sigh and follow cracking the beer open in resignation. There is another scruffy looking man in the room, older, pot bellied. He and the tool that brought me to this dump are watching the action on screen transfixed, almost comical. There is no place to sit until wordlessly my "host" casually dumps a pile of magazines off a soiled old ottoman indicating it's for me. Taking a deep breath to calm myself I sit. No one has said anything. I try to make of sense of the crush of bodies on the TV to distract myself from the insanity of where I am. A shiver of fear shakes my body. It's spooky. There is a lot of fucking and sucking going on on screen. The general drift of the movie is a young woman being fucked senseless by a bunch of fat old men after they have used her mouth and face as a cum dump. I sip my beer watching nervously, waiting for it to end so we can leave. I try not to notice what the others are doing but I suspect that the guy that got me here is actually rubbing himself. God what next, I'm thinking when the host's boot lands on the ottoman next to me with a startling thud. I flush red with embarrassment as they all chuckle at my jumpy reaction. I try to ignore his boot resting against my side flinching when it moves then freezing hoping no one noticed. There is a crescendo of grunting on screen as three men take to the well used woman at once. They pound her mercilessly and she doesn't look like its all that enjoyable. Having had enough I ask my host where the bathroom is and fume when the knob that got into this snickers about somebody needing to jerk off. I ignore him heading off in the direction indicated. It's a run down, old, musty smelling shack. Several doors lead off the hallway and as he didn't tell me which one I have to stick my head in each one as I go by. The general mess shows what slobs live in the place and I shake my head in wonder how anyone could live like this. One room is full of cast off women's things that on a closer look appear to be either very old or very trashy. A sudden noise makes me jump, looking down the hall I don't see anyone but feel that they were possibly there. With hair standing on end I rush along to find the toilet. Then wish I hadn't. What pigs. I can hear them talking as I return down the hallway straining to catch some of their conversation but it ends abruptly as I get closer. When I get there they have started another movie of what looks like school girls being spanked. Before I can say anything the host suggests that I go get them all another beer. Without any options and not wanting to piss these men off I head for the kitchen. The fridge is full of beer so I grab four and head back. I offer one to the host but he doesn't take it. I stand there feeling like an idiot as he watches the movie until I finally ask if he wants it. With out looking at me he mentions quietly that it isn't open. Oh man, I mutter fumbling to put the other beers down so I can open his. He still makes me hold it out to him before taking it. The other two men smile and nod at him. Without risking it I open another and offer it to the knob. He to ignores me smirking like it must be cool to make me wait. Having had enough I put on the floor beside his chair and get the third beer for the other man. Intending to not even hand it to him I go to place it by his chair when he voice brings me up short and my stomach lurches as he intones menacingly "Don't even think about it." I stand frozen reaching to put the beer down. Despite the noise from the movie the room seems dead quiet. I slowly rise and offer him the open beer, he makes me wait. I wait. On screen a man lashing some poor girls ass with a cane is informing her that it is about time she learned some manners. "You wanna be taught some manners?" this old guy asks me. I take a settling breath knowing everyone is listening for my response, before replying "No," then adding in rush, "Sir," shocking myself when it comes out as almost a squeak. With out any emotion he looks up at me checking me out. I feel ashamed, scared and uncomprehendingly - cheap! I offer him the beer and he opens his hand but doesn't reach for it making me bend over to put it in his hand. When he has his beer his other hand lashes out grasping my wrist. Startled I try to pull away but his grip is like iron. He holds me there as I stare at him wide eyed wondering if I should ask the others to help me, though I doubt they would. Slowly. Firmly. He pulls my me down until I am crouching at the front of his chair. I try to gently pull my wrist free until his grip tightens painfully. When I stop he releases it a little. I take deep breathes wondering what the hell this is all about and not liking what my options seem to be. To get comfortable I am forced settle onto the floor on my knees beside his chair. He watches the punishment being inflicted on screen intently absentmindedly pulling my hand into his lap. I cringe when I feel the heat of his groin through his filthy overalls knowing that the hardness is his erection. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I scream wordlessly to echo about in my mind. Taking deep breaths trying to remain calm I attempt to pull away from him again. I can't stifle my squeal of pain as his nails dig into my wrist. I flush red when I hear the knob snickering behind me. The old guy watches me as he applies even more pressure to his digging nails. Biting my lip to stop myself from crying I implore the old bastard with my eyes to let go. His free hand circles around the back of my neck as I shake head my no. An "Oh yeah, here we go," from one of the others makes my stomach go cold. I grimace terrified at the old guys passionless stare. I feel something drip from my chin and realise that I am crying. His hand clenches about the nape of my neck before he releases my wrist. Staring transfixed I watch him unclip the bib of his overalls. I watch with growing terror as he deliberately unbuttons the sides willing myself to flee. When I struggle to stand his grip on my neck tightens possessively. I see the bulge in his pants and know it's his cock. I know its hard. And I know what he will want me to do. "No please don't do this," I implore in a whisper hoping for sympathy. With a snort he flips open his overalls to expose himself. I gasp. The other two pricks mock me from behind. I have never been this close to another mans cock, his looks massive and is rigid enough to stand nearly straight up from his groin. I reflexively pull away oblivious to the pain of his hand grasps a bunch of my hair. I hear screaming, pleading, realising it's me but I can't get away from the harsh slap that makes my ears ring. Still I struggle absorbing two more slaps that bring stars to my eyes. What feels like a punch to the back of my head ceases my will to struggle. Limp in his grip I watch his shiny cock grow larger as he draws my face into his groin. I can see pre-cum dripping from the huge purple tip, there is a funky sweat smell that makes me gag as he holds my face inches from his throbbing member. His hand forces my head to turn towards his smiling face. His eyes are beady and eager, his smile chilling, "Don't you dare bite me bitch," he growls turning my face back towards his cock. He forces my head with one hand while guiding his erection with the other. He gently rubs the slick tip over my lips. Back and forth, coating them with his slimy pre-cum. He pushes on the back of my head forcing the purple tip of his large gnarly cock between my lips against my teeth. Another push and the thing is in my mouth. It is a horrible sensation but when he senses my resistance he twists his handful of my hair mercilessly until resign myself to the fact that I am going to have his cock in my mouth. "Suck it," I hear him moan and with sob I comply knowing instinctively that to fight this brute would be useless and certainly painful. I purse my lips around the head of his cock as he uses his grip to bob my head up and down on it. More pre-cum is oozing from the tip making my lips and his cock slick. The smell of him is overwhelming and nauseating. I can hear the other two yelling encouragement over the roar of blood in my ears and the squealing of some tormented soul on the tv. Having no other choice I try to get the experience of being face fucked over with by flicking my tongue over his knob hoping that the fat old bastard won't cum in my mouth. "Oh yeah baby," he groans, "that's it, lick daddy good!" And then to the others, "This bitch likes it. She wants it all!" His hand forces the pace of my humiliation. Any attempt to pull away angers him and it feels like he is ripping my hair out. His other hand grips my head giving him more control. I find if I use my tongue to caress his tip on the up strokes he is less harsh. So I do. Tears from the pain, from the humiliation, from the feelings of total helplessness coarse down my cheeks. I actually sob over this mans cock that has turned me into his puppet. He moans louder and the others cackle in the background encouraging him. The rape of my mouth has taken on a rhythm. I twirl my tongue over the knob of his cock a couple of times and his hands force my head into his groin plunging his erection into my throat until I purse my lips gently about him, then pulling me back up until the tip is in my lips and my tongue is twirling again. Resigned to my situation I miss the moment when he hesitates with my mouth half way down his cock. Confused I try to caress him my tongue when he grunts, his cock pulses and a spurt of hot cum explodes into my throat. Taken completely by surprise I freeze. He thrusts his hips upwards sending his cock into my cum filled throat when a second spurt fills my mouth. I try to pull away. I can hear him cry out loudly in pleasure as he thrusts his cock again and again between my lips flooding my mouth with his goo until it explodes out of me. I feel his cum spew from my lips. It sprays from my nostrils. I feel like I'm drowning in cum. His grip on my hair makes me wail into his crotch as the taste of his cum, the smell of his cum, the hot sticky feel of his cum overwhelms my senses. I feel the blackness of passing out reaching out to seize me as I squirm desperately impaled on his still hard cock. When he finally pulls me off I am vaguely aware of cheering as I desperately try to deal with the huge volume of cum the old bastard has spewed into my mouth. It drools from my lips, drips from my nose, I feel it on my cheeks and chin. I am left panting for every cum filled breath. Stunned I am only vaguely aware of the debate now raging around me as to who gets to be next. As the realisation what they are arguing about sinks in my body slumps listlessly in resignation being held upright only by my tormentors grip on my hair. He uses his grip to turn my tear streaked cum covered face towards him so he can watch my reaction when he announces, "No one gets this sorry bitch until she cleans up the mess she made." The look in his eyes makes me shudder and tells me that there is going to be a lot more to my ordeal before it is over as I sniff back a cum scented tear dripping from my nose. Smiling at my lack of defiance he turns my head towards his lap. His cock has partially deflated and rests slick, wetly in his cum covered pubes. A pool of clear fluid collects on his oily white flesh. As my face is propelled towards it, it seems like some one else's tongue is sticking out to lick him clean. Disembodied I witness my lips sucking away at his cum soaked pubes. My tongue licking the salty slickness from his cock, probing the tip, seeking the remnants of his orgasm. "Yeah that's a good girl. Get it all," he encourages my mouth, lips and tongue. I feel but can't grasp what the cold metal is racing over my back is. Nor what the sudden rush of air over my back and buttocks means,. It is surreal, it seems like my clothes are melting from my body. Somehow I have become naked, fear of what will happen when I finish licking clean the mess I made makes me attend to this brutes sticky, smelly, slimy cock and balls more eagerly. He loves it, "Yeah baby!" he cries, "that's a good lil'girl, get daddy all nice and clean." Pathetically I respond with more energy hoping this will appease them. It doesn't. When my tongue and lips get to be too much for his sensitive cock he pulls me away by the hair. My squeal of pain and fright mingles with the sound from the tv where now some girl is suspended from a tree in the woods pleading with some one off screen to please let her go. "Yes please let me go," my quivering voice makes him chuckle. He holds me kneeling before him by the hair. Giving my head a sideways shake he asks smiling, "You don't wanna go anywhere do you?" His smile makes me go cold and shivering I mumble meekly a quavering, "No." "You wanna stay here and play with daddy and his friends don't you girlie?" he inquiries smugly knowing I have no choice. I stare at him for a second, the last ounce of my will screaming in my head "NO you fucker I DON'T!!" Before nodding resignedly as I hear my voice whisper, "Yes," and then "Daddy." Knowing by his smile that it has pleased him. The other two voice their approval and fall on me when with dismissive flick of his wrist the old brute discards me. I don't even try to fend them off as they haul me to the centre of the room on my knees both struggling to get their pants open in a race to be my next blow job. The knob loses as the other mans erection slaps into my face. I don't get a good look at it before it is being thrust against my lips while the knob whines about having found me and being next. The other mans cock possessively plunges into my mouth as he laughs at the knob telling him to wait, that he'll get a turn at sloppy thirds. I feel so vulnerable there naked on knees with a mans cock sliding between my cum slick lips while others watch and wait to be next. Fear of being really hurt seizes me and I fixate on servicing the cock in my mouth trying to remember things that girls have done to me that would please this bastard and get this over with. I can't believe it when it when the line, "Suck just one cock and you're a cocksucker for life." plays through my head to a tv laugh track. I fight back a sniffling tear and let the bastard fuck my face. The knobs cock bobs in my periphery vision as I hone my skills as a cock sucker. I close my eyes and try to pretend to be somebody else. Somebody who enjoys having a mans cock sliding between their cum slick lips. Out of no where I feel the splat of something hot against the side of my face. Followed by another that is accompanied by howls laughter and anger. My eyes spring open to witness the tip of the knobs veiny erection spurt cum towards my face while the host ridicules him for cumming so quickly. "Fuckin' bitch," the knob snarls, like it is my fault he came prematurely, as he rubs the tip of his cock in the sticky goo of his orgasm on my cheek, "fuckin'bitch will pay for this!" He screams sending my body to convulsions of trembling fear. It's not my fault I whimper onto the cock in my mouth. Distracted I once again miss the signs of impending orgasm to be shocked my a surge of mouth filling cum. Hot sticky awful tasting cum. I try to pull away but hands hold my head for my mouth to receive more choking cum. They seem to enjoy me drowning in the cum. I try to swallow it but more takes its place. I am breathing, snorting, drooling cum as I am pushed away and collapse onto the hard filthy floor gasping for cum tainted breath. Incapable of resistance I gurgle a cumy squeal of fright as the Knob pulls me roughly to my knees by my hair making me stare at his deflated cock protruding veiny, oily looking from a dark patch of smelly pubes. Clear fluid oozes from the tip as he pulls my face towards him. Thinking it is going in my mouth I open it to accept him but the Knob stops sneering down at enjoying my supplicant frightened pose. Holding me there he uses his free hand to take his cock and smear the oozing fluid over my face. Across my forehead, down my nose, giggling at his fun, slapping my cheeks with his heavy meat. I endure this humiliation watching his cock inflate with every slap against my cheeks. He pulls my head back stretching my neck harshly before resting his cock on my lips. Dutifully I lick the underside of the tip, then the shaft as he forces my face down between his legs. The smell of his excited sex sweat is overpowering, "Yeah bitch," he gasps above me, "lick my balls you stupid cunt." He demands, spreading his legs forcing my face beneath him. Desperately I obey. The Farm I lick and kiss his sweaty oily hairy balls. Above me I can hear him telling the others how good a ball licker their new bitch is. Overwhelmed I start crying. Tears stream down my cum crusted humiliated cheeks as this fucker forces me to lick him between his nasty smelling unwashed thighs suffocating me with the weight of his reeking manhood. I gasp for cum tainted breath when finally he pulls me free only to have his rejuvenated erection thrust violently into my mouth. Where the other two had allowed me to suck their cocks this bastard just fucks my mouth like a convenient hole. I gag on his cock as he howls with perverse pleasure from having his cock buried in my throat and the power he holds over me. I struggle weakly which he enjoys, telling the other two, "Bitch is having trouble with a real mans cock boys!" I feel like I am about to vomit when just as violently he pulls his cock from my mouth pumping it. I stare uncomprehendingly until the first jet of cum spews from the tip to splat against my forehead to his gleeful, "Oh yeah baby!" He pumps another shot of into my eyes blinding me. I raise my hands to wipe it away and fend off anymore cum but a growl and a harsh shake of my head warns me to stop. Gasping for breath trying to blink away the stinging mess as more cum splats into my face to his howls of laughter, "Got ourselves a real cum dump now!" he crows to the others turning my head from side to side so they can see how much fresh cum he has sprayed over my face. I hear them talking but it sounds like an incomprehensible foreign language. The knob holds me by the hair as the host snaps a Polaroid, "For the album." I am told. They laugh loudly over the tv making me flush redly, ashamed, knowing their laughter is directed at me. Their cum fills my senses. I taste it. Smell it. Feel it on my skin. Burning in my eyes. Weakly I brush the some of it away only to receive a startling kick. I whimper something and get kicked again with a harsh, "Don't move bitch." I stifle a wail of despair and go rigid with fear. Finally the older man, Daddy, pronounces from his chair, "Don't let that bitch waste good cum!" Bringing laughing "Yeahs!" from the other two. Holding me suspended by the hair the knob uses a finger to scoop up cum dripping from my chin. He holds the cum coated digit to my lips until resignedly I lick the cum from it. He gets more. I kiss and lick him clean. "Enjoying yourself yet bitch," he snickers feeding more cum. I nod slowly mumbling, "Yes Sir," as he forces his cum slick fingers between my lips for me to suck clean. "Don't miss the mess that bitch left on my floor," our host tells the knob. Giggling, "Oh yeah better lick that up bitch," the knob forced my face towards the floor. The floor boards were filthy as he directed my face from one pool of cum to another. "Get it all now girlie," he sang at me from above. I barely flinch when some one put something about my neck. It was collar. A dog collar and there was a lead attached to it. After a couple of firm tugs I realise I am to follow and dutifully crawl along behind the host. As he drags me from the room the old bastard drawls, "Pretty my bitch up real good boy," as the host gives me a resounding slap on my ass to encourage me to scurry along behind him. Crawling down the dark hallway my body trembles uncontrollably. "Please," I whine to the hosts backside, "please let me go!" Finally he turns sharply hauling on the lead until I squeak plaintively. "You behave yourself missy," he sneers in my face, "treat me and my friends right." He pauses holding the lead tightly making sure I understand before finishing with, "and I'll see to it that you get out of here." Not waiting for my reaction he abruptly hauls me into the room filled women's cast off clothing. "Gonna make you pretty for pop now!" He laughs as I shudder with resignation. The Farm All people in this story are over 18 years of age and no animals were injured in writing this tale. I was raised on a farm in the Midwest. Our nearest neighbor was a mile away. There were three children in that family, Kay was a girl my age, Kathy was 2 years older and Carl was four years older. We would get together in the summer to play games, ride horses and just together to spend time I was bored one summer day so I walked down to find some company. As I neared their home I was met by Kay. She told me to follow her out to the barn because she wanted to show me something. We entered the barn and climbed a ladder into the loft. She pointed to a blanket that was on a pile of hay. Now I wasn't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree but I knew as soon as I looked that Carl was fucking Kathy as hard as he could. Kay said, "what do you think of that?" "Looks like fun to me" I replied. "They do it all the time," she said. "Do you do it too?" I asked. "A few times but Carl says she's better at it because she's older. I usually end up being the look out so they don't get caught." I looked at Carl and Kathy again and it appeared they were both having a great time. Kay looked at me and asked, "Have ever done it?" "Nope, never." "When they finish would you like to do it with me?" "I'd sure like to try," I said. At that moment I heard Kathy say, "come in me, Carl." and it appeared Carl was more than happy to oblige. Carl rolled off Kathy and announced he had better get to the field to help his dad before he came looking for him. He pulled up his pants and disappeared down the ladder. Kay laid down beside her sister and pulled up her dress. I was a little surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties. She beckoned to me and I stepped closer as I dropped my pants around my ankles. I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing so I laid between her spread legs and poked about in a feeble attempt to imitate what I had just seen Carl doing. Kathy rolled on her side and said "Raise up." As I did she reached between us and grabbed my dick. She pushed it up and down Kay's wet slit and then told me to push. As My dick slid in, Kathy pulled her hand out of the way. "How's that feel?" she asked her sister. Kay smiled and said it felt great. "I think he's as big as Carl." "Maybe bigger," Kathy giggled. I'd love to say I fucked her for an hour but actually I was finished in about six strokes. It was probably the best feeling in my life up to that moment but it was over all too soon. Kathy laughed and said, "Don't worry about it. Carl shot his wad before he was even in me the first time. Besides, you'll be hard again in a few minutes." I was between the girls and they took turns playing with my soft cock and it wasn't very long until I was hard again. Kathy said, "It looks like you're ready to fuck her again." I rolled between Kay's legs and slipped into her pussy quite easily. I lasted a lot longer this time and Kay seemed pleased with my beginner efforts. After we finished we rested a while. Kathy asked how I liked doing it and I told her it was the best thing that ever happened to me. She gave my dick a squeeze and told me that either she or Kay would be available whenever I wanted some pussy. Kay reminded Kathy that since Kathy had Carl that she would keep me busy without Kathy's help. Kay did a very good job of keeping that promise and we fucked almost every day for the rest of the summer. I did fuck Kathy a few times and Carl would fuck Kay but mostly it was Kay and I while Carl did it with Kathy. It's claimed that practice makes perfect and we did get pretty good at making each other cum by the end of summer. I hated to see winter come because it was usually too cold to walk that far and way too cold to fuck in the barn loft. One cold November day just after a heavy early snow our parents had left my sister and I at home to go into town. My sister was two years older, the same age as Kathy. I was watching TV and Beth came in and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. We sat in silence for a while and then she said "I'll bet you really miss your play time down the road now that it's so cold." I glanced at her. "Yeah, I guess. It's kinda boring when you can't go out." She smiled, "You'd freeze your ass off in that barn this time of year and you can't do it in the house with their mom always there." I blushed and tried to play dumb. "Do what?" "I know what you do down there," she said. "The girls have told me all about it." I didn't know what to say. I wondered how much she really knew. "I go down there too. Ever think about that?" "Uh, well, I uh, no, not really." I really had the gift of gab. She stared at me a moment and then said, "They share with you, don't you think they'd share with me too?" "Share? What do you mean?" "Don't be so thick." She replied. "Carl has been fucking me almost as long as he has Kathy." "Really? So I guess you really do know all about everything?" "Sure, I've known since the first day Kay worked up the nerve to ask you to fuck her. They've told me how much you've learned and they've bragged to me about how big your dick is." I sat quietly for a moment to absorb that she knew all this. "I guess I don't have to worry about you telling on me since you are doing the same thing. She gave me that 'you are an idiot' look that only a sister can give. "Ratting you out is not what I have in mind. The snow is too deep for you to walk down and get a little. It's too deep for me too. Are you following me at all? OK, maybe I'm not the brightest bulb on the tree. I just gave her a blank stare. "Look dummy. I know you're horny. I'm horny too. Kay and Kathy say you have a big dick and know how to use it and the folks will be in town all day. That give you any ideas?" "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "If you think I'm saying I wanna fuck, then you are right. You wanna fuck me little brother? "I'd like nothing better. When?" "Now dummy, I've wanted to try out your cock ever since the girls told me about it." Beth untied the belt on her robe and opened it as she lay back on the couch. She was completely nude underneath. I stood and yanked off my sweats in record time. "Come over here and let me see that thing", my sister giggled. She wrapped her hand around my dick and gave it a few strokes. "Damn, you are huge. Skip the warm up and climb aboard. We can play later, I just wanna fuck right now." She was right. I didn't need any foreplay either. Sometime during our conversation I had become hard as chrome plated steel. I slid between her legs and slipped right into her pussy. She was tight but so wet it felt like melted butter. I eased in and then started long slow stokes. "Oh fuck, little brother, fuck me hard. That's so good." I sped up and began to pound her hard. Beth began to chant a string of incoherent obscenities as she grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck me, I'm cumming". As she shuddered and wiggled I pumped a huge load into her pussy. After we collapsed beside each other I said, "I think that was the best fuck of my life." She smiled and said "It sure beat any cock I've ever had. We won't have to walking to the neighbors next spring as much." "So you might be willing to fuck me again?" She laughed and said, "How soon can you get it up? The folks won't be home until dark." She grabbed my dick and started to stroke it. "When we do go down to visit them, you won't mind Carl fucking me will you?" I grinned, "It's gonna be nice that we can visit together and not have secrets." She looked at my cock and said, "My god, the thought of the five of us fucking is making you hard again. Let's go upstairs and fuck some more." I won't argue with that. The Farm Hello, yes, I'm the owner- and no need to ask who you are. Would you like a tour first? Yes, good, come inside. Just let me confirm that your medical screening has come back clean. Yeah, you're all set. First up is the show floor for our main commodities- concubines. What you see here are the standard models: we grow the clones ourselves in separate facilities, raise them, train them to be fit, obedient, and capable of performing any number of household tasks until the age of eighteen, and then we teach them how to fuck as well. These women are all twenty-one to twenty-five years of age, and fertile. You can customize with tattoos and piercings whenever and wherever you like them. Of course you can sample- that's why their mouths are gagged like that. Just remove ball and adjust ring size to your comfort. No, I'm sorry, I can't allow anal or vaginal- the insurance won't have it, I'm afraid. Though if you want to buy her right now..? No, I see. Oh yes, all of our wares can deep throat. We do that part of the training in a pool, to build up their endurance. This particular model can comfortably handle about two minutes without air, and handle another three without passing out. Yeah, just like that. What else? Well, this model doesn't grow any body hair- though if you like that, we do custom orders. Also, her nipples are extremely sensitive. Go on, give them a tweak- hard as you like. Yeah, it's the greatest thing when they choke on you like that, isn't it? I've got this model at home myself, and really the combination of choking and nipple torture is the best way to punish her- for me, I mean. She doesn't often do anything wrong, but every week or so, it's good to remind her that I can tie her arms and legs together so that she's on her knees, attach some lead weights to her nipple rings, and force her head all the way down. It's exquisite, the noises she makes as those weights move back and forth as I pound into her. She also freckles easy. I normally send mine out to do the gardening to encourage it. Oh, you can come on her if you like. Someone will be around with a wet towel soon. Oh no, not everyone is so experienced. We do keep a stock of virgins for those who like to do the training themselves. They cost more, though. So do infertile concubines, but mostly because those have more done to their genetic code. What with the breeding laws and such they're only in demand among the upper crust, anyway. If you'll follow me up these stairs... The next show room is for training. As you can see, even after reaching majority we keep up with physical training. Endurance is tested primarily in the deep pool and the treadmills, you can see just below us the gymnastics training for flexibility, and then the weight training for strength. Yes, some of them do have tally marks on the backs of their hands. That's for the show room after this. The next one is sexual training. The fucking machines ensure that they know how to take a cock or two in their holes, the sybian acquaints them with the feeling of orgasm. Over on the far end of the room, you can see the girls being drilled on their positions, and further on the use of sex toys, and the shallow pool for deep-throat exercises... Yes, I suppose I am rushing. But there's a good reason- the next room is for punishment. This is where the girls sleep, eat, and bathe. If you'll notice the many TV screens and stages, you can guess that we've striven to make this an unrestful place. You're in for a treat today- there appears to be a girl who merits the worst punishment. We can go down and take front row seats if you like. Actually, yeah, let's do that. You can grab a girl and get yourself a bit of oral if you start feeling randy again, which you probably will. I know I will. Is there any particular model you saw in the show room that you want to try. Yes: ebon skin and silver dreds, I know the one. 6674! You, the one closest, kneel by my friend here, and suck him off if he wants you to. And I think I'll have an 8936. As you've probably already guessed, the tally marks have to do with punishment. Minor infractions merit a short punishment, in the comparatively mild stocks. Willfull disobedience merits the chair- we paralyze the girls' vocal chords for that, so their screaming doesn't wake the others. The most serious infraction is violence- we don't silence those girls because they need to act as an example to the others. Each tally mark merits fifteen minutes of punishment in the stocks. The chair lasts for the full eight hour rest cycle. You'll see what the most serious punishment is. You'll see. No, this isn't the punishment, it's the prep. Yeah, we generally mix pleasure and pain together- it makes the punishment stick better. It's fig root- soaked in diluted capsaicin oil. The string is to pull it off when we're through. There's a sybian there, on top of the horse, that will make her come at least five times over the course of the eight hour punishment. I think the record is twenty something- from this model here that I'm using. She's got a very sensitive clit. If I let her, she'd rub herself off on my boot. Oh, everyone rides the horse- it's for minor mistakes that are made during the learning process, like whimpering when ordered to be silent, or squirming when ordered to be still. Yeah, she is put on the horse, her legs are bent up so we can tie her ankles to her wrists, we tie weights to the bend of her knees, and tape a vibrator oh her clit. Vibrator and sybian turn on, and she's left there for eight hours. She'll be let down at the end of her shift's sleep cycle. Don't worry: they know how the handle missed sleep- part of their childhood training involves sleep deprivation. There's a month in their sixteenth year where they sleep only 90 minutes a day while working almost continuously during their waking hours. In their seventeenth year, we train them to hold position for thirty-six hour stretches. You'll like the chair, I think. Yeah, this one lasts sixteen hours. That's a sensory deprivision hood- she can't see, she can't hear. Her hair is gathered out of a hole in the back, and tied to our specialty hook- there's a switch on it that makes the beads vibrate. We stretch her out over the chair first: legs on either side, and her hair and hook keeping her snug against the back. Then we lower the back of the chair, make so adjustments to keep the pressure on her hair consis- of course you can use her mouth, that's part of why she's bent like that and has the ring gag in her. I'd advise waiting until she's been fully prepared though- and bring the model you're using over to suck on your balls. Then we tie her tits up, nice and tight, attatch the clamps and chain to her nipples, and weight the chain down- then we set up a suction cylinder on her clit. Oh yes, that's what we like to call our piston machine- we have it start halfway in as the shallowest point, so it's less likely to slip out. Then we put it on- oh no, that's the medium speed setting. You'll see fast in a moment. She looks so wrung out because we purged her system yesterday to clean out her insides. Thirst and hunger are very much a part of this punishment. We call it a hanging. Arms tied to yoke, legs bent back and tied to yoke, raise her body up- no, all of those piercing are new. And each of them will be getting at least a weight, but first... We call this our phase two torpedo. 'Torpedo' because it's so big- twelve around and fifteen up- and 'phase two' because that ring around the middle is a vibrator. We jam that right up against her clit- no, not at all. She'll be up there for twenty-four hours, and it won't take long before having anything touch her clit becomes agonizing. And this one we call the long arm of the law, because it's about the length of her arm. Yeah, we work that into her ass, and then plug it into our slow burn machine. The torpedo gets the piston. Then we start in on the ropes, to help ensure that she stays riding those dildos, and then we weight and chain the piercings. Those are mostly quarter- pound weights, with a few half pounders for the chains. The chains pull, say, the clit up, or the nipples towards one another, and the weights place more stress on them. Now you get to see the pistons' fast mode. Yeah, look at how those weights bounce. You're right- this does ruin her sale potential. Generally we put the girls who receive this punishment through intensive orgy training, use the sight of that to help scare the year eighteen girls into obedience, and the donate them to the Armed Forces. It works out well for the company. By all means- finish up and then we'll continue the tour. Yeah, you love choking on cock, don't you, you little bitch. I bet you're jealous of the girls in the chair, aren't you? Okay let's go. Next stop is the orgy training room. I think we currently have two girls in there- at least one is bound to be in an active phase. Oh yes- we call that machine legion. Yeah, though we doubt that many cocks will be able to fit in her with men attached to them, we like to make sure they're prepared. This is the final phase of the training: three cocks in her cunt, two in her ass, and one twelve-inch one in her mouth. She'll be able to handle the Marines, don't you think? Yes, of course. Long-term investments- companions- are our next most lucrative commodity, after the standard model concubines. We don't make too many of those, as you know, because their training is so intensive, and it takes so long to rear them properly. They must know who they belong to, and live for their owners long before they ever meet them, such as in the case of your girl. Yes, she turned twenty-one a month ago, when we first contacted you. The instructions given by your father's estate were that she was to be trained fully, so I'm afraid she's no virgin- well, no virgin in the sense of not being penetrated by anything. Companion training is done exclusively with dildos. Part On the other hand, she's as well trained as the women you enjoyed earlier. This is her. She answers to the name Odette, though she knows that you may wish to change that. Her breasts are a D-cup, nice large, dark nipples, very sensitive. She did especially well in deep throat training- she can handle a ten-inch cock obstructing her airflow for up to twelve minutes. She is flexible enough to bend in pretty much any way you desire, and follows orders with enthusiasm. We can render her infertile, temporary or permanently, if you so desire: we can also do permanent hair removal, tattoos, and piercings. You can fuck her however you want. She's yours, we've just been holding her in trust. You sign here, and then we transfer the tracker id to you. Absolutely. It's been a pleasure doing business with you. The Farm I'm tired...and I hurt. Everything hurts. If I could, I would, just find a hole and curl up. I have known radio communications since my Navy years, long ago. Complex and finicky electronics, big old vacuum tubes, personal units, heavy, low battery power, short life time. Now, this little device, two by four inches, less than a half inch thick, does things I never dreamed of when I was doing electronics. It also vibrates in my shirt pocket and it tickles. "Hello?" My long time friend and attorney, James Eversole, 'slim Jim', "I'd like a French Dip today, how about you?" "Half hour, right." "You are building a non profit religious institution to be called, "The Church of Man", large enough to service a thousand pilgrims and land enough to feed them." "They bought that?" They wouldn't care if you were building a Brothel, as long as the license fees are paid and everything is in order. They just want to go right by the book and collect as much bribery as they can. Don't you get that yet?" "Yes, Jim, I get it. Something like the doctor coming and saying, 'yep, it's cancer...' you knew it already, that just confirms it." "I think you're wrong Jack, it's just like it always has been, everything is corrupt, everyone lies and cheats; samo, samo." "You are a cynic, Sir James, but you do good work." "You pay me good money. Ever gonna tell me what you are really doing out there?" "No. How about the electrical and plumbing inspections?" "Like I told you, ten grand each, the permits are in the big envelope. Don't put them up until you actually start wiring, okay?" "Heh, I ain't that big a dummy, at least I hope not. Let's eat and see if that waitress has panty lines." It was a good lunch, I thought, as I wheeled my vintage Chevy Blazer towards home, such as it is. Seven thousand acres, plus. Five years of legal research, finding owners and estates; paying back taxes, greasing palms for school district taxes, country road taxes, land use and environmental hoops to jump through. Four hundred and twenty thousand dollars to date, but this was the final check and paper work. Now I could go full bore and hope I am not too late. For the last month, not missing a day, I picked up Ramos at the corner of fifth and Elsworth. He carried the same silver lunch pail. His lunches had more variety after the hundred dollars a day I paid him started adding up. Ramos usually napped for the half hour drive from town out to the site; not this morning. "Senor Jack, I feel I am taking your money but accomplish nothing?" "Yeah, I can understand you feeling that way. But no more. Today is the day I have been waiting for." "Senor?" "We have completed the survey of the foundation; the slope of the land and the soil type. It has all been approved and accepted; now we can build." "Build, Senor, build what?" "Two weeks ago you told me you could find at least ten good men to work with us, did yoou find them?" 'Yes, yes, and they are very anxious to work and make money, there are no jobs and no money to pay rent and feed children. My wife helps as many as she can, but it is hopeless." "Today we will walk and talk and make plans. Then I will drive you back into town and you will see just how many really want to work for me. You know we work hard and long, tell them that is how I work." "You will pay them the same hundred dollar bill each day, no taxes, no hassle?" 'Except now, you get two of those bills each day to control these men. I will not always be here with you." "I will not ask how so much money comes to you. I thank you, my wife and children thank you." "Ramos, you have a license, you can drive a truck?" "I can drive anything with wheels or tracks, Senor, yes my license is good." "Then I have a small surprise for you, amigo, take a little walk." "I see the tire tracks and wonder many times what is back here." Ramos kept peering ahead through the tress and brush. A quarter mile back the path became a gravel road and a large steel building sat on a slight rise in the land. "Oh...why did you not tell me what is in that huge building?" "Ramos...I must tell you, that the less you know, the better things are. You will always know what you need to know, but nothing more. Now you need to know many things." Another little gadget with a button, and, amazing; two tall and wide steel doors slowly pulled apart. Ramos couldn't hold back, he sprinted to the open doors and inside; I heard him shout, "Santo Dios, Jesús, María, madre de Cristo!" I smiled; once he had hit his thumb with a hammer and I heard maybe two of those words. He must be impressed. He was excited to say the least. "All this equipment Senor, how did it come to be here? What is it for? Who is to run it, what will it do? Por favor, señor Jack, Estoy muy sorprendido, dime? I very sorry, muy excited, please tell me what we do with all this machinery?" We walked slowly back. "The old farmhouse will be just a façade, a face to the road to fool people that only the house is here. We will dig a very deep basement under the old house and out in all directions to make living space for many people. We also will dig trenches for drainage to build a large sewer system on the slope of the east side of the farm house. "For five years I have had others plant grass and hay crops and use the land. Now, you are to find those who know the land to grow the things we need and to create a crop to make money on the land. "Is that enough new information for you to know, my friend?" "It will take many mans ah, men, Senor Jack and very much concrete to pour. Are we to do that also.?" "We will build the frames, then have cement trucks from the entire county come fill in the hole." Ramos shook his head and continued to do so for a long minute and more, "Senor, Jack, something very importante I have wanted to ask. May I do so now?" "Of course, Ramos, why have you not asked before?" "You are so kind and the money you pay keeps us alive; I did not want to bother you and perhaps lose my job." "I hope we will learn to understand and trust each other, Ramos, I need that from you. Please, what is it?" The smallish but solid man in his twenties shuffled his feet and looked away. "Each day you spend time and money to come get me to work. "If you bring many more men, the problem gets larger; does it not?" I smiled. "I have plans for the future that you build your own houses here on my land, but now...?" "Houses, homes of our own? That is such a dream I do not believe, Senor. But now, the old house, with just a little work, would be as good a place to live as most of us have now. I can see how it can be done for very little money." I let my mind wander and my eyes blink, looking down as Ramos had, then up and around as my thoughts gelled. "It is a large farm house..." "We have electricity for our tools. It would be easy to wire the house for lights and cooking maybe?" "There is a hand pump, a well; there are two bathrooms n the house, they must have a septic system here already." "The men you will bring, they have skills, can fix the house?" "Yes, sir, with the right materials, perhaps less than seven days, maybe five...we can bring our wives and family to help with the small things?" "Very good, Ramos, you bring a smile to me. This is going to be a very good day. I think we should drive two large vans for the men and the things we need to build, then, perhaps, tomorrow, both or one of us could go back and buy what we forgot?" Ramos laughed, reached a hand out to touch my shoulder in a friendly way then pulled it back. "Is it certain with you also, to forget something? Always it is with my family, we laugh at ourselves."