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The Pog Farm.
Chapter Eight
By Tor Melati
Eve stood to one side of the operating bench and winced as a busy young assistant applied a tattoo needle to the creamy smooth butt of the writhing form of Mary. She was bend forward over the table with her arms fastened to the far corners and her ankles to the front legs. The white coated girl was busy branding a bold number onto both arse cheeks and would then, after turning her over, complete her work just above the patients puffy slot. This girl had now become the number 1877 and would no longer answer to a name. Further Pog Farm tattoos had already been completed on her arms and legs to match other slave girls that were being dispatched to the auctions. Eve felt a pang of sadness that such novices were being used by ‘The Farm’, but realized that the younger they were the more chance they had of infiltrating their enemies secret world.
Mary, Sandy and Jenny had all readily agreed to spy for the Pog Farm in order to escape being sent to the Barberry auctions as common slaves. Eve and the Maroon, Stephanie, had explained the dangers of their mission and why they had to assume the identity of slaves for the 3 month contract that the security council had negotiated with Lord Akrim. The security council did not dwell on the modifications that the girls were about to experience as they needed them to have clear minds when they were given their instructions.
More moans and gargled screams emanated from the helpless girl who had now been turned over so that they could work on her pussy. Implants were installed into her outer Labia and her inner lips were receiving collagen injections. The men of the other world states adored women with large cunts and breasts so the Lab technicians had devised ways of preparing their rejected girls to increase their ‘sale’ value at the auction.
The ‘patient’ lay on her back, arms stretched out from her sides, legs pulled up, back , and spread wide to be fastened to the back corners of the operating table. The poor girl’s open and unyielding position enabled the assistants to work on her modified pussy whilst a doctor performed a minor operation on Mary’s vocal cords. Slaves were not permitted to speak, so normal vocal abilities were removed and replaced with a single tone squeak. The girls will absolutely hate this aspect of their treatment but will be relieved to know that the operation usually can be reversed. This high pitch little squeak had gained the Pog Farm slave girls the nick name of ‘Squogs’ in Barberry. However, as far as their enemies were concerned the girls would not be able to communicate with each other, and if they tried to, they would draw a lot of attention to themselves.
About ten percent of each year’s graduation would eventually end up as rejects for one reason or another. But only after they had been given ample opportunity to prove that they were worthy of staying at ‘The Farm’. As a result, each month, about twenty girls who had failed the rigorous tests would be escorted to Barberry to be sold at the auction. This ‘natural wastage’ kept the quality at ‘The Farm’ high, whilst raising much needed barter for important cereal and meat produce. The council would continue this policy until real progress had been made at the Royal gold mines.
Eve watched and admired the work of the busy doctors. The effect of their liquid implants were amazing to see, and as the needle finished its work on Mary’s inner labia the transformation was startling. Where she once had had delicate hidden folds within her neat little pussy, she now had a swollen pair of protruding inner lips spilling over her enlarged, implant filled outer labia. The line of tiny rings that had secured her training dildo had now been removed as they were no longer needed. A stainless steel wire clamp would now be closed over her generous inner lips and locked in place to securely fasten her precious cunt. This was probably the item that caused the ‘Squogs’ the most discomfort and they hated having to constantly wear it. The heavy gold ring that pierced her swollen nub completed an impressive transformation and under normal circumstances the cunt displayed in this manner would impress many buyers in Barberry. Of course these girls had agreed to the spying mission so they would bypass the auction and go straight to Lord Akrim on The Modern Farm.
Once the doctors had finished the first part of their work Eve helped to remove the girl’s fastenings and sit her up on the edge of the bench. She was dazed and seemed disorientated and she meekly allowed the final pierced adornments to be added to her body.
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Roger paced up and down the cabin trying to decide his next move. He had failed in his first objective but was determined now to locate the Gold mines and obtain the information Lord Akrim craved. Lucy who lay on the bed, naked and quiet, watched him struggle to decide his next move. After they had rutted she had fired question after question at him, eager to gain the knowledge that she had been starved of in her short life. She had been filled with a narrow education in which she had been indoctrinated into a life where women were the superior beings and men inferior low life. Her eyes had now been opened and looking at the strong muscular man pacing about, she liked what she saw.
“No Lucy you cannot come with me, it is far too dangerous,” He was saying, “ but I will come back for you when I have been to the mines. I reckon from what you have told me I will be back in two days time and we can escape to the south together. Try and find out what happens to the men that are caught trespassing on your land. I need to know what happened to my brother who disappeared here about six months ago”.
“ I will work on Ellie and Lottie when they return from patrol and see if they know anything”, she replied “They may know what happened to him.”
“Good!” Roger agreed, “Be careful though, we don’t want them to guess you have a another lover!” and they both laughed.
Ellie parted her legs and lifted her knees to invite him to use her again. Roger looked down on her beautiful body and wondered if he had the strength in his member for one last fuck. After the last couple of days he was pretty exhausted, but the vision of her little pink cunt lips peeping open, triggered his prick to spring into life. “O K. How can I resist your beautiful little tight cunny?” He greedily exclaimed, and with that he sprung on her for one last fuck.
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Mary tried to look to her right but the blinkers attached to her bridle restricted her vision to a narrow section of the road ahead. “Ek!” she squeaked as a sharp pain flashed across her naked butt.
“Head forward!” barked the unmistakable voice of the Maroon, Stephanie. Mary was the centre ‘Pony’ of a trio pulling a chariot towards the distant town of Barberry. To her right was her beloved Jenny and to her left was Sandy who she blames for the whole situation that had befallen them. Sandy had had the chance to kill the man that had raped them but had muffed it. Now they were on their way to The Modern Farm, modified into slave girls, and would probably never see home again.
Mary had seen a very distressed Jenny as she had been led to the chariot and fastened into her ‘Pony’ gear. Her heart missed a beat and she had gasped at the transformation in her friend. Mary realized that Jenny was taking it a lot worse than either herself or the tougher figure of Sandy.
As the three girls pounded along the road Mary realized that she was somewhat relieved to be away from the torture rooms in the Maroon barracks, and actually now experience some fresh air. She was extremely fit and was working well within her physical abilities strapped to the chariot behind her. They had been fitted with severe black boots that had a horse shoe on the sole. They were heavy items and forced the wearer up onto tip toe. Mary found them unbearable whilst walking but almost comfortable as they kicked into a canter. A metal bar ran across behind the three girls legs, just below their bottom and this was fastened to straps at the top of their thighs. They had then been bend forward and their wrists and hands were fastened to the bar. The chariot was attached to the bar and as six hands pulled they moved forward at the direction of the driver, who in this case was the nasty figure of Stephanie. She held the reigns that were fastened to the girls head harnesses that sported ‘O’ ring bits, blinkers, and high white feather plumes.
This part of the train, ten fast chariots, had set off at dawn to begin the four day trip to Barberry. The slower main procession had left two days earlier and Stephanie had the difficult job of catching them up before they arrived at their destination. The main part of the train counted over one hundred vehicles and a platoon of maroons for protection. The first stop would be a small settlement called Glodkin where the Ponies and riders would be watered and fed.
Mary noticed the road starting to climb and felt Stephanie flicking her bottom with the whip to urge her to keep up a steady pace. Her breath was beginning to labour but the cool air flowing over her naked body allowed her to comfortably respond to the increased work rate. However her pussy had become extremely uncomfortable as her thighs were rubbing against her grossly enlarged cunt lips. The wire grip that clamped her inner labia together was causing her intense pain and she would do anything to have this object removed. Before they had departed one of the stable hands had smeared some sort of substance around her bloated lips and the pain had eased, in fact several hours into the journey, she had become aroused and could feel a deep desire to be fucked. But now the pain had returned with a vengeance.
“EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!” Jenny squealed to her right, and moments later a white hot flash of pain bit right into the tender crack of her arse, and she too was squealing in unison with her friend, “EEEKKKKKK!” The chariot had slowed a little but with these strikes it sprang forward again to meet the steepening incline.
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Stephanie stared at the three tight little arses bouncing and gyrating before her and waved her light whip across their unprotected flesh. Bushy tails protruded from their anuses and they swished from side to side to give Stephanie and her companion Jade, little flashes of their plump, ripe cunts. When she had first seen the girls new pussies two days ago, they were still raw red from the operations, but now their succulent meaty lips had settled down to a lush pinky purple hue that caused her to lick her lips in anticipation of tonight fuck feast. In her tunic pocket lay the precious set of keys that would unlock their labia clamps and allow her access to their tight little vaginas. Stephanie had become obsessed with these three girls and had decided to deliver them to Barberry herself. They had been delayed a couple of days by the preparations for the trio so that they could be briefed for their dangerous mission. However, this had given her time to work on General Jayne and gain her favour for making this trip.
The road had become steeper and she was having to lay on the whip to spur them on, causing the girls to work harder than they had ever done in their short lives. They soon arrived at the summit and Stephanie slowed the team down as they entered the small settlement called Glodkin. Stephanie made her way to the coach station in the centre of town where stabling points were provided for the ‘Ponies’ to rest and eat. Groups of men had appeared to watch the line of chariots arrive so that they could ogle and inspect the fleet of ‘pony’ girls.
Stephanie found a position she liked and dismounted to seek out her contact, once she had made sure that the other drivers were protecting their animals. Once the ‘Ponies’ had refreshed themselves they would be forced to suck pricks as payment for their food, but for now as they slurped at their water troughs they had to put up with hands groping their, sensitive bottoms, cunts and tits.
Once she was satisfied everything was being taken care of, Stephanie, leaving Jade in charge, slipped away. She headed for an alleyway, and made her way to a small tavern in the shadows of the narrow street. It was lunch time and the dark interior of the tavern was crowded with small groups of men chatting and swilling flagons of beer. As she had appeared in the open doorway a hush fell over the assemblage and some figures respectfully stood aside so that she could approach the bar. In her right hand she had been carrying her crop and Stephanie now laid it on the bar as she seated herself on a high stool.
From another direction a tall man dressed in a black shirt and matching trousers approached Stephanie and slapped her on the back. “Hello Steph!” he exclaimed “Didn’t expect you through here until the end of the month.” He was clean shaven but sported a shock of white hair that almost reached his shoulders.
She turned and pulled him into her arms and gave him a warm embrace. Leaning back she looked into his kind blue eyes, “ Yes, you are right Wayne. I’m on my way to Barberry to deliver some extra pussy for the auction. Our medics can’t turn these little bitches out quick enough!”
“Do you want to stay a night. I can stable your cunts if you and your girls want a good time?” Wayne asked
“I’m sorry babe.” She replied.” I only have an hour as we must make it to Botherow tonight. I’m on a very tight schedule.” She added.
“O K Steph,” he replied “Come upstairs and I’ll tell you about some information that came my way yesterday. You are going to be very interested in this little tit bit!”
Five minutes later Stephanie was on all fours in the centre of his bed and Wayne was ramming his massive cock into her succulent little cunt. He loved the unique fuck that this exquisite Hermaphrodite provided. In his left hand he held her pony tail and in his right he grasped her feline penis. Her strong naked body demanded every ounce of his strength, as she moaned and responded to his lust for deeper sex. Stephanie had found that only a man like Wayne could fully satisfy her unlimited desire for sex. She was breaking several Maroon codes by having this relationship with an Outworlder but her friendship with this man had provided many pieces of intelligence for The Farm, so she shrugged off the problems that it could cause her.
“Fucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!” She screamed as she reached the perfect double climax as both her penis and cunt were sending waves of shuddering pleasure through her body. Several moments later Wayne joined her as he began his own ejaculation, filling her cunt with a massive dose of his seed. As they recovered and got their breath back Wayne explained that a group of Scavengers had passed through the town earlier in the day. One of the group had been boasting that they had captured a spy and a team of racing ponies close to The Pog Farm. It appears that the Scavengers were on their way into Barberry to cash in their booty at the auction. On hearing this news Stephanie jumped off the bed and started to slip into her rubber dress.
“How many hours am I behind them?” she asked her friend.
“By the time you hit the road, I would say about five “ He replied.”But I heard they are hauling several slow wagons, so you should catch them before nightfall.”
“I must go then!” She exclaimed and after a final kiss rushed out to start the pursuit.
* * *
Mary was greatly relieved to be on the road again, and leave behind her the first experience of her ‘Squog’ existence. From the moment they arrived at the stabling point to the moment they left, her body had been severely abused as the crowds of men had fondled and pinched her naked form. In her bent over stance, her enlarged breasts dangled down like cows udders. The men seemed to be intrigued by her large solid mammary glands and her pierced nipples, that now sported a solid gold ‘D’ ring. At first she had become quite aroused as they fondled and pinched her, but after a while the the pleasure was replaced by pain and it soon became excruciating.
Then to her absolute horror, a man who had stepped forward with a bucket of food and let her have a few mouthfuls of the porridge like goo, dropped the bucket and shoved his smelly long prick through the ’O’ of her gag. Mary thought she was going to choke, as the bastard shoved his throbbing member deeper and deeper down her gullet. Soon her nose was banging against his groin, as he piston fucked her virgin throat. Moans and grunts from this animal signalled the point when he unloaded a flood of salty semen into her hot juicy mouth.
The whole sequence of events distressed her so much she completely lost her appetite and had to force herself to chomp the rest of her food down in order to avoid having to suck another man who seemed to be the next in the queue. Tethered the way she was, meant that eventually she could not avoid his attentions and she had just taken him into her throat when thankfully Stephanie arrived back and broke up the mouth fuck session that all the ‘Pony’ girls were being forced though.
Now as her legs pounded along the forest lined dirt road a pull on the reigns brought them to a halt. The team had just cantered over the brow of a hill and could look down into the green valley below. From her limited vision Mary could clearly see a cloud of dust rising from some riders or wagons about five miles ahead of themselves. Stephanie barked some orders behind her in the chariot, “We have them Jade!” she exclaimed. “We will cut across on that old track to the left and get ahead.” Mary could see a winding track that would provide them with a route to overtake their quarry. “Prepare the crossbows and signal to the others.” She added. Mary felt the lash of the whip on her tender butt and they were off again at a canter.
To be continued............ Look out for chapter nine.
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