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The Pog Farm. Chapter six.
By Tor Melati.
Reluctantly, James packed his kit and retraced his footsteps back to the border fence. He had waited an extra hour for Roger and had come to the conclusion that he had been captured and his own location could therefore have become compromised. A report to base had brought the command to retreat as soon as possible, but he was reluctant to leave before their mission was complete. James had to accept that Roger had probably met the same fate as his brother, six months earlier. He knew from previous intelligence that any intruders that were captured ended up as Pogs and were never released. Many men had entered The Farm to capture themselves a free slave girl and were never seen again.
The tunnel was undisturbed, and after transversing its five meter length he easily managed to follow the path through the marshlands in the bright moonlight. He arrived at the rendezvous point about an hour later than arranged and at first thought he had been abandoned. However, as he approached the edge of a small copse, a low whistle alerted him. He returned the signal and a figure emerged leading a team of pony girls hitched to a large two wheeled chariot. The animals looked well rested and frisky, but Cameron appeared to be extremely flustered.
As his servant approached, he asked “Is everything O. K. Cameron?”
“Yes Master, Wh, Wh, Where have you been?” he stammered, and then added “I, I, I’ve seen a couple of scavenger groups pass through the swamp. It’s a dangerous place to hang around Master.”
“Alright Cameron dip the ponies and we had better get moving.”
James mounted the chariot and placed his pack and coat into a net and then checked to make sure that the four crossbows they carried were armed. He watched Cameron bend each girl forward and fasten their shoulder straps to the forward tow bar. In the racing position they could travel at a much faster pace and hopefully outrun any scavengers they might encounter.
James studied the three pony girls tethered side by side and was pleased to see that Cameron had chosen some fine fillies. Their exposed butts exhibited strong buttocks and three magnificent juicy cunts. James could see that one of the ponies had been well shagged over the last hour or two by his flustered servant. He had carefully cleaned her puffy outer lips , but his creamy spunk was beginning to ooze from between her exposed inner labium. The animals were ready and Cameron joined his master in the chariot. A swift flick with his whip and the girls leapt into action and they were on their way back to Barberry.
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Mary tried to concentrate on the questions that were being fired at her from the two wild hermaphrodites that had entered her cell. She had been trussed up like an animal for the last couple of hours, and her arms and legs were beginning to ache dreadfully. Her ankles and wrists had been attached to a chrome ‘T’ bar that hung from the ceiling, spreading her legs in a humiliating fashion. She had been running the events of the crazy night through her mind and kept on coming up with the same question, why are they being treated like this? Surely they didn’t suspect them of a crime. Gradually Mary had become angry as surely it was obvious that they were victims and not perpetrators.
“Why did you take your Pog to the woods Mary?” The tall Maroon was asking. More than an hour had passed as they fired questions at her and although she was angry she was also very tired. Mary had noticed the girls erect members lifting the front of their dark rubber skirts as they asked their questions and in the extreme position that she had been fastened, her cunt presented an inviting target for the two girls attentions. Now this tall beautiful hybrid had manoeuvred her throbbing penis to push against her tight bulging pussy. Sweat poured down Mary’s naked body causing her breasts and nipples to become slippery under the Maroon’s exploring hands.
Perspiration collected on her flat tummy and slowly dribbled down the crack of her exposed smooth pussy and with each question the Hermaphrodite pushed her hips forward a little increasing the pressure on her resisting slot. As she asked this last question her throbbing joystick won the battle and slipped into the tight entrance to Mary’s vagina. Mary gasped as her precious body was once again invaded and tried to resist by tensing her muscles. This brought a huge grin from her interrogator and she asked again “Why Mary? What sex games were you involved in?” She plunged a little deeper.
“No Mistress,” She gasped “I haven’t a clue where he came from. Look we were attacked by a man! You should be trying to catch the wicked rapist. He could be getting away!” Mary added desperately.
“Don’t worry my little pussy, we will catch him! I want to know what you were up to before he attacked you.” Stephanie demanded. Mary was now fully impaled on the girls meaty prick and groaned as the hybrid began to slowly fuck her .
“Mistress,” Mary panted “I can’t concentrate on your questions...ahhhh..!”
Gradually she was losing touch with reality as her cunt and body began to respond to the plunging bone within her. An intense sensation was spreading from her groin to her stomach and beyond. The room was beginning to spin and the bright lights glared down as she lost control.
“Jade note down that the prisoner was evading my questions!” Stephanie whispered to her colleague as her own climax began to build. “Oh my God, Oh my GOD!” she purred as both girls began to buck and thrust against each other. Mary had even lifted her body from the bench with her tired arms and began to use the pendulum effect to gain a deeper fuck. Both girls shuddered through several massive peaks before Mary slumped back down onto the bench.
“Jade, her pussy is so tight!” Mary heard the first girl gasp as she felt her withdraw her now flaccid member. Her eyes sprang open though, as she felt the gag being replaced in her mouth.
“Stephanie, Hold her still!” Jade demanded as Mary bucked and struggled to protest her innocence. The two hermaphrodites easily secured the gag and soon Jade was positioning herself for her turn on their hapless captive. Jade had been patient whilst the interrogation had proceeded but now she let loose and pounded her meaty prick into Mary’s soft juicy cunt. Mary responded almost immediately as her hungry pussy gobbled up the invader and she was once again bucking as though she was riding a bronco.
“What a dirty little slut, she loves it Stephanie.” Jade panted, “She is going to get all the meat she wants after the Barberry auction!” Jade added, and both girls burst out laughing.
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Maggy had listened intently to the interrogation of Mary and realized that all three girls were in serious trouble. There was no way she would let them take her beloved Sandy and sell her to some monster. Everyone knows what happens in the other kingdoms to the rejected girls from the Pog Farm. Sandy would end up modified and spend a nightmare life being fucked endlessly by fiends and ogres. Maggy resolved to help her friend even if she had to share the same dreadful fate.
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Jayne read the report slowly, page by page and then passed it to Greta, who thumbed through more quickly. It was 11.00 am and the ladies had gathered in Jayne’s office along with General Carrie and Eve who had stayed with her overnight. Their inspection of the forward troops had proved fruitful, in that Jayne had found a full turnout and they appeared to be ready for any eventuality. The intruder had either escaped or was hiding within The Farm and the ladies were now waiting to hear from the active search parties.
As Greta studied the report, Jayne chatted to Carrie, who commanded their Northern Defences. She had travelled down from her headquarters in Yorktown this morning to discuss the worsening situation.
“We need to get some intelligence on the Quantix troop movements, so I suggest we get some volunteers into Barberry as soon as it can be arranged.” The General suggested.
Jayne nodded. “It’s a pity that we couldn’t get something arranged for tomorrow as we are sending a consignment to the auction!”
Greta had finished reading and exclaimed “Stupid girls! We are going to have to make an example of them, they have displayed a total disregard for their position.”
“I have an idea Greta,” Suggested Jayne “One of the many requests that I have had from Lord Akrim at The Modern Farm is for some “Loan Pussy’! It’s a nasty term he uses for his servant girls that attend his private quarters. He is prepared to pay a very high price for suitable specimens and promises their safe return at the end of the contract. It would be fantastic if we could get a spy into his castle! What do you think?”
“I seem to recall we loaned him a few girls before and didn’t they come back in a dreadful state?” Asked Greta.
“Yes” replied Jayne “The girls had been so badly beaten and abused that they were incapable of coherent speech. Their cunts had been splayed and heaven knows what monsters had been using them!”
“I suppose Lord Akrim deliberately returned them like that so we wouldn’t get any intelligence on their forces.” Mused General Carrie.
“Well he assures us that the girls would be treated better this time and is offering us twice as much grain as we had before.” Explained Jayne.
“I think that we are just going to have to take a chance” Greta replied, “And send them into Barberry. At least these girls have just come out of the academy and know nothing of our military strengths. General Rosalin will negotiate the contract when she meets Lord Akrim in seven days time, but we must restrict this loan to a three month period!”
“Good idea” Jayne agreed, “That gives them plenty of time to nose around and I’m sure the general will return them in a much more obedient state than they are at the moment! Now Eve,” Jane continued. Bright blue eyes sparkled back at her as she addressed her new Sub Lieutenant and lover, “Would you go down to the maroon barracks and with Stephanie prepare these three girls for their journey. Simply tell them where they are going for three months, and if on their return, they have not discovered vital information then they will be sent back for a full year. However, if they are successful then they will return to the farm in their original positions with a full pardon. If they refuse this mission then they will simply be sold at the auction. It’s their choice!”
“Yes Mistress!” Replied Eve standing and nodding towards Jayne.
“Oh and get them up to the Laboratory so that they can be branded, ringed and fettered. Pat will drop everything and prepare them by tonight”
“Yes Mistress!”
A wave of her hand dismissed her, leaving the three Generals to finish their meeting.
To be continued............ Look out for chapter seven.
Please visit my NEW web site www.tormelati.co.uk for news, history and updates to this and other stories. You will also find the answer to the mystery of ‘Mary’s Pog’................ Yes! Where did he come from?
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