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Subject: {ASSM} Gentleman's Club (Part 4) by John Argus
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"Harder!"
        Victoria felt her chest tighten as she looked at the helpless
girl sobbing before her. She appeared little more than a child, barely
out of high school, her tear-stained face so sweet, her body so nubile
and lush.
        She drew back her arm and the bull whip snaked along the
floor, then she snapped her arm up and back and the long whip arced
out and cracked across the young girl's back, hurling her body forward
as she screamed in pain.        Despite herself Victoria felt a wash
of heat to her body. She watched in fascination as the young girl
shook and trembled, then drew the whip back again.
        It had only been a week or so since she had been taken from
the common pen to learn something new. That something had been to help
the masters punish wayward sluts, or, at least, punish those they
wanted to see punished.        Some of the masters were awfully lazy,
after all. And if they would have someone pour their tea she supposed
it only natural some of them would also have someone else do their
punishments for them.
         The first time they just showed her a dull-eyed brunette
stretched out on the rack and handed her a riding crop. The
instructions were simple. If she didn't hit hard enough she'd take the
girl's place. Victoria had no intention of risking that and had hit as
hard as she could.
        She had been surprised at the feel of the whip as it had
struck the girl, surprised on how sensuous it felt, on how beautiful
and erotic it looked as the welts appeared on her back and buttocks,
how powerful the girl's screams made her feel.
        After that they had given her her current outfit. She wore
thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels, a tight leather corset
with long dangerous looking cones over her breasts, a dark hooded mask
which left her mouth free, but covered everything else, giving her
only small eye holes to see out of, long leather gloves that reached
past her elbows, and an enormously thick strap-on dildo, black and
curved upwards.
        Again she had whipped a girl with a crop, this time over her
breasts and belly. That had looked and felt even more delicious than
whipping the other girl's back, and she'd begun to feel a strange
recognition within her.
        She'd whipped several girls since then, and raped numerous
others. Her favourite time had come when they'd given her a new girl,
a petite redhead right off the street. She was exquisitely lovely and
large-eyed, but though she had felt a little guilt at her actions
Victoria had known she had no choice in them, and had felt a deep
excitement stirring inside herself.
        Protected by the mask she had torn the girl's clothing off,
thrown the sobbing woman onto her hands and knees, and then,
surrounded by glistening mirrored walls, raped her good and hard,
digging her gloves fingers into her flanks as she rode her for long
minutes under the eyes of a crowd of invisible men.
       The whip cracked across the centre of the young girl's back,
the front whipping around her hip to strike at her lower belly.
       Now there was an interesting idea. She looked to the watching
masters but saw only approval as she drew her arm back again. This
time she whipped down slightly. This time as the whip snaked over the
young girl's hip and its tip snapped down against her plump pussy
lips.
         Her scream was several octaves higher, and the men smiled in
approval as Victoria felt her own pussy throb with delight.
        This was certainly more fun than being on the other end of the
whip!
        Again and again the whip cracked across the young woman's
back, until one of the men raised his hand.
        She halted at once.
        "The other side."
        "Yes, master!" she said, not faking her eagerness.
         She moved around the sobbing woman, the whip snaking along
the floor behind her. She licked her lips as she looked at the
exquisite creature and noted her large soft breasts. Her arm rose,
drew back, then swung quickly, the whip flying through the air and
snapping across the woman's breasts with a soft, meaty impact.
        She shrieked in agony, her legs kicking and flailing as the
echoes of her scream filled the air. Victoria watched a dark, angry
red line appear across her orbs. She shifted to one side, then flicked
the whip out. This time just the tip snapped into her left breast, the
force strong enough to set the rounded breast jerking as the girl
screamed anew.
        Annoyed, Victoria snapped the whip out again. This time she
smiled and felt her pussy throb as the tip of the bullwhip sliced
across the girl's large brown nipple. She could feel the approval of
the master watching as she drew her arm back again.
        This time the tip cracked violently into the girl's other
nipple, and again her screams rent the air, making Victoria wince
slightly even as her pussy drooled.
        She landed a dozen more blows across the girl's breasts, then
went forward. She lifted each of the dazed, sobbing woman's legs up
and spread it apart, linking a chain to the leather restraint around
each ankle and then raising them so her pussy and buttocks stuck out
lewdly and utterly defenceless.
        She moved back and the girl's teary eyes looked at
herimploringly, knowing what she intended. Victoria averted her eyes
guiltily, looking down at the woman's cleft as the whip slashed in.
         Victoria moved forward again with smelling salts and the girl
moaned and wakened dazedly. When Victoria went back to use the whip
the master raised his arm.
        "Use her," he ordered.
        "Yes, master!"
        She moved forward and around the young girl, gripping her
curly blonde hair and yanking her head back. She smiled into the
girl's tormented eyes, then reached down her own body to the fat
strap-on dildo there between her legs. It curved up and she placed the
tip against the young teen's shaved and lewdly exposed slit then drove
it up inside her.
          The girl groaned helplessly as Victoria eagerly pressed her
leather covered breasts in against the girl's own plump orbs. She took
the girl's hair in one hand and slipped the other down onto her
wounded buttocks, digging her fingers into the soft flesh as she
plunged her tongue into the girl's mouth.
        Her hips moved quickly in and out, the dildo sliding furiously
back and forth between the girl's pussy lips as Victoria raped her.
         She felt almost light-headed as the rush of shocked pleasure
rose within her. The girl was obviously new, almost brand new, and she
was raping her. That was an amazing thing, but even though she felt
some guilt she couldn't suppress the excitement that caught at her
mind and body.        She thrust harder and faster, the little pad at
the base of the dildo grinding against her sensitive clitty as she
raped the girl. Behind her she felt one of the men slide his hands
over her back, then spread her legs as she felt his cock push against
her anus.
        Soon she was sandwiched between him and the girl, gasping in
pleasure, shaking with excitement as she raped the younger girl and
was in turn sodomized by the master. Then the orgasm crashed down
around her and she cried out in pleasure, jamming her soft breasts
into the other girl's as she chewed on her throat.
        "There are no other Jewish girls there," Sarah said anxiously.
        "You're sure?"
        "Yes, master. I mean...uhm, yes."
        "I'm afraid that only leaves one possibility," Paul sighed.
        He sat in a large, stuffed chair in his suite while Sarah
knelt beside him, her wrists chained together behind her back.
        "You mean she's dead, Paul?"
        "You can call me master, slut."
        She pouted unhappily and he smiled and stroked her head. 
        "That too, though perhaps I should have said two
possibilities."
        "What's the other?"
        "The barn."
        Her eyes widened and she bit her lip.
        "I uh - you don't want me to go there, do you, master?"       
 "Hmm? No, I don't think so."
        Sarah heaved a sigh of relief.
        "What's the matter, little slut? Don't you think you'd make a
nice cow?" he teased, reaching out and pinching her nipple.
        "I heard things about it," she gulped, fighting a sudden
rising tide of sexual heat within her groin.
        "So have I. Well, I'll see if I can pay a visit.
Unfortunately, they don't let even the members be alone around the
cows. They're kept for strictly regimented breeding programs and they
don't want some horny guy like me mucking things up by planting the
wrong seeds."
         "Does that mean we have to leave her here, master?"
         "No, what I need to do is get someone in there," he said in
annoyance. "You'd be ideal but they'd never breed a Jew, and you're
not pretty enough anyway."
        She pouted again and he pinched her nipple and slid a hand
down her belly and between her legs. Sarah mewed helplessly, arching
her back and grinding her pussy down on his finger as he stroked it
along her cleft.
        "You're a lovely young thing, Sarah," he said tolerantly. "But
they have exceptional standards for their breeding program. Only the
most perfect looking women are accepted, with magnificent bodies as
well."        He pulled his finger away and she shuddered and caught
her breath. "I might know a girl, master," she gulped.
        "What girl? Where? Here? Don't be absurd, little slut."
         He eased his finger back down against the now moist slit and
she groaned anew, her legs trembling.
        "She was a... a polissssssss..."
        He pulled his finger back and frowned. "What?"
        She swallowed repeatedly then licked her lips.        "She was
a policewoman in England."
        "Glory be! Now that is interesting. How did she get here?"
        "She found out about this place and told her superior but he
was... he is one of them."
        "Hmmm. Is she pretty?"
        "Very pretty, yes very pretty."
        "But how is her mind?"
        "I don't know."
        "Perhaps we can have her over a few times to judge. Then,
possibly we can convince them to take her in there at the barn."
        "But don't they drug the girls there?"
        "Yes. I'll have to find a way around that, of course."
         He slipped his finger back between her legs, thrusting it up
inside her then bringing his thumb down against her clitoris. She
cried out softly, arching her back, grinding her pelvis against his
fingers as he smirked down at her.
        The training was only half over but already he saw some very
pleasant changes in Sarah's personality. He pinched down on her clit,
crushing it against his finger and half collapsed against the chair,
jerking spastically as she shuddered violently.
        Then she cried out again, her head rocketing backwards as she
climaxed, the pain blown away, shredded by a massive short circuit in
her nervous system as the pleasure screamed through.
        Her orgasms seemed more powerful now, he noted, and she had
less inhibitions. She also was obsessed with sex and in constant heat.
He could hardly wait until she'd finished the course to see what she
was like.        Still, he needed her in some state of capable mind.
So he was letting her get some sleep and feeding her high protein food
each night, strictly against what he'd been told to do by her
trainers. Possibly doing that would help the other one, the English
girl, and she, in turn, might be able to help them as well.
         Meghan was doing her best to withstand the brainwashing and
training, but she knew in her heart she was failing. She was haunted
by the knowledge she was slipping away bit by bit, becoming the
brainless sex crazed slave girl they were intent on making her.
        She tried her best, she was always tired, and always hungry,
and her mind wouldn't quite work right. It was so much easier to do as
they wanted.
        And her body seemed to be constantly in rut now. It took very
little to make her entire nervous system thrum with desire, to turn
her from a confident, intelligent, independent young woman to a
panting, gasping, whimpering slut who would do anything to have her
needs seen to.
        She had never felt such need in her life before, nor ever felt
so much pleasure. The orgasms were more intense and protracted than
she would have believed possible before, some lasting well over a
minute and leaving her drained and exhausted.
        It wasn't that she didn't like this, of course, but in her
heart and soul Meghan did not want to be someone's plaything for the
rest of her life. Perhaps in bed, perhaps then, but not in her
everyday life, not telling her when to rise and when to sleep, what to
eat, or even if she could eat, what to wear (or not), and everything
else. She didn't want to be a slave!        She was all ready to
return to her kennel at the end of the day when one of the overseers
led her down a strange hallway and up a flight of stairs. Then he
ordered her to stand and handed her leash to a man not wearing the
familiar uniforms of the overseers and servitors.
         "You will ensure she is properly bound and equipped before
going to sleep, sir?" the overseer asked deferentially.
        "Of course," the strange man said.
        "Very good, sir. She's making excellent progress."
        "So I've heard from my little minx. I'll take good care of
her, no fear."
        Meghan saw one of the other 'students', a dark eyed girl named
Sarah, standing next to the strange man.
        Then she was led away, Sarah following, and she got to see
some of the club. She looked around curiously, eyes wide as she saw
the plush, luxurious surroundings she was led through.
        They brought her into an elevator eventually, then after that
into a lovely, spacious apartment where, she guessed, the man lived.
        "My name is Achmed. You will call me master," the man said.
        "Yes, master," she replied at once.
        He sat down and the two slaves took up their customary
position, on their knees, sitting on their heels, knees spread wide.
Their wrists, of course, were shackled behind their backs.
        "So, little slut. Your name is Meghan?"
        "Yes, master. I'll be given a new name when I graduate,
master."
        "Really? Maybe I should give my little slut a new name too.
What do you think of that, Sarah?"
        "I like my name as it is," she replied.
        Meghan blinked in surprise, waiting for the girl to be beaten,
but Achmed only smiled.
        "And you, Meghan? What new name would you like?"        
"Whatever you want, master," she said.
        "What about Hilda?"
        Meghan blinked again and frowned slightly. "Uhm, yes, master.
that's a lovely name, master."
        "No it's not, it's hideous."
        "Yes, master," she said in confusion.
        "Tell me, Meghan, are you as much a slut as this one?" He
pointed at Sarah.
        "Yes, master. I'm a filthy, worthless slut. I'm only good for
fucking."
        He snorted, then reached out and slid his hand through her
soft hair. "Come here, slut," he ordered, pulling on her hair and
pulling her forward.
        She shuffled forward on her knees, then crawled up over his
lap, laying on her belly as he released her hair and ran his hand down
onto her plump round buttocks, stroking and squeezing them.
        "My. What a lovely behind you have for a policewoman," he
said. "Do all policewomen have such lovely behinds?"
        "I don't know, master," she gulped.
        "So your own boss turned you in, hmm? That was very nasty of
him. He betrayed your trust."
        "Yes, master," she said, squirming a little as his fingers
eased in between her thighs and cupped her pubic mound.
       "Do you hate him for that?"
        She hesitated in confusion. What would it be safe to say?
       "Well, there you were a police constable, a respected member of
society, a person with some authority, and now you're a filthy little
fuck slave who gets spanked if she doesn't please her master. Don't
you think it was terrible for him to do that to you?"
        "I... yes... I mean no, master."
        "Why?" His middle fingers stroked deftly along her cleft,
feeling the moisture beginning to seep out now as the girl squirmed in
his lap.
        "I... I don't know!" she gasped.
        "Why?"
        "Because... because I'm a filthy slut!" she gulped. "This is
what I was meant to do!"
        "But you were a police constable, eh?" He eased his fingers up
against her clitty for the first time, rubbing in a slow, circular
motion.        "I think it was wrong of him to betray you," he said as
he stroked. "I think you should feel that way too. I think you should
be very upset at him for betraying you to the very people you were
hunting, for causing you to be kidnapped and raped and tortured. I
think it's wrong for you to forgive him for that. I think you should
escape, and then you can inform on him."
        "Y-y-yes, m-master," she gasped, pushing her behind up as she
ground herself against his fingers, gasping and whimpering as the heat
poured through her body. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped.
         "It's all very well for you to be a good little slut, of
course," he continued, his fingers sinking deep into her throbbing
sex. "There's nothing wrong with being a fuck hungry little trollop
who swallows cock every night. But still, you probably liked being a
police constable, didn't you?"        "I-I-yessss," she groaned.
        "And after all, you can't fuck all day long and all night too.
So instead of being a happy little police person in the day and then
fucking your brains out every night, here you'll be serving meals,
cleaning floors and doing all sorts of other unpleasant tasks."
         He wiggled his fingers around in her sopping depths, pushing
against the elastic silk walls of her sheath, then brought his thumb
down against her clit as he began to pump his fingers in and out.
         She whined in heat, bucking back against him wildly, bouncing
on his lap as her head jerked spastically. Her fingers twisted and
jerked as she drew in great, ragged breaths of air.
        Then she let out a choked cry of pleasure as she came, still
writhing and humping feverishly against his fingers as he ground her
clit between them.
        He smiled as he raised his eyes to Sarah. She gave him a
reproachful look, but he wasn't sure if that was because she was
jealous or because he thought he oughtn't to be fingering the helpless
little police girl like he was.
        He motioned to her. "Come here, slut."
        She got to her feet and moved closer, and he turned her and
unclipped her wrists. "Go and get some of that food I put in the
cupboard earlier," he ordered.
        She nodded, seemed about to say something, then turned and
padded into the kitchen.
        He looked down at her, letting his hand coast back and forth
over her lusciously rounded rump as he considered. She wasn't too far
gone to at least recognize some reality. It might be possible that if
he gave her a little sleep and food she'd be able to take the final
training and then... And then what? How was he going to get her sent
to the barn? She was attractive enough, with her sweet face, and had
an excellent body, her breasts fuller and rounder than Sarah, her rear
a perfect white apple.
        But she was too young for them to want to breed her. That only
left disciplinary problems. He could cause a few of those and demand
she be sent to the barn. They might or might not agree with that.
        Then he had a thought. That degenerate Englishman had a
personal slave girl, and seemed easily influenced. Perhaps it would do
better to have him send his personal slave to the barn. Now that he
recalled his slave hadn't even been through training at all! He was
sure he'd trained her but then the man was an imbecile. Surely it
wouldn't be too hard for the girl to fool him. Meghan was still
gasping for breath. He smiled and slid a hand down around her ribs to
cup and squeeze one of her delightful breasts. One or the other of
them would surely be able to get it done, he thought. Maybe he could
get both sent to the barn.
        So long as he could do something about the drugs, of course.



       "Yes, I see." Paul nodded as if impressed, looking around the
small room.
        It was where new breeders were inducted. As he understood it
the process involved at least a couple of days of complete isolation
in a special chamber where the girl was trained by a combination of
pleasure and pain stimulus. Before and after that she was given a
combination of drugs to suppress her personality, dull her sense, and
make her happy and content.
        However, the drugs had to be carefully administered in the
precise amounts. First a complete physical would be done, telling them
everything about the girl's blood chemistry, weight and fitness, then
the correct combination of drugs would be measured out, and finally
applied.
        More importantly just being here and chatting he had noted a
glaring security lapse on their part. All the girls were locked within
the barn each night, and closely monitored each day as they walked
around in the fields. However, the lab itself was not alarmed, and
only an ordinary lock was on the door. Some of the windows didn't even
seem to be closed, let alone locked!
        Well, of course, the members wouldn't be expected to want to
interfere with the processing of the breeders, or want anything that
was in the lab. It should be a simple matter to sneak back and open
the chamber each night, and either interfere with her drugs or give
her something to counteract their affect.
        But first he had to get the girl here.
        After her first night's sleep and a dose of high protein food
Meghan seemed a lot more alert, and seemed to understand she couldn't
tell anyone. The second morning was even better. She almost seemed
human when he spoke to her in the morning.
        Happily, she ground herself against his fingers like a bitch
in heat without any hesitation at all, so he wasn't interfering with
that aspect of her training.
        He was running out of time, though. He'd already spotted his
third target. She was indeed one of the breeders, sent to the barn as
punishment by her master, but already she seemed to have lost all
sense of purpose or initiative.
        She certainly wasn't going to be any help. In fact, none of
his targets were, with the possible exception of Gabrielle. So if he
could get both those sluts, Meghan and Amanda, to help, that would be
a major step forward. They could help the three targets while he
covered them.
         The only way out was by helicopter, of course. Both he and
Sarah were excellent pilots, and the security was low key at the
heliport except when helicopters were taking off. There was concern
that escapee slaves might sneak aboard a helicopter, but none that
they might actually steal one themselves, especially at night. They
were too well bound, both mentally and physically.
        That night he presented his plan to Sarah, who was less than
enthusiastic. Then after another night of good food and some decent
sleep - and after fucking her twice and fingering her to multiple
orgasms - he approached Meghan with his idea.
        "Meghan, honey. Do you want to go home?" he asked.
        "Home? Hmmm. I... I don't know," she said warily.
        "It's me here. You can tell me the truth," he reminded her.
        "I like it here sometimes," she said. "But I would like to go
home again."
        "I know a way you can do it, but it would involved some pain
at first."
        "Pain?" She looked wary again.
        "Yes."
        "How?"
        "There's a man I know. He's a nasty, cowardly man and likes to
hurt pretty girls. I need him to be very mad at you."
        "Why?" she asked worriedly.
        "There's a place near the helipad - that's where the
helicopters land. I need you to be placed into this place so you can
unlock it from the inside and let me in."
        "But... I don't understand."
        "You don't have to. You only have to do what I tell you. Can
you do that?"
        "I think so."
        He stroked her behind and then patted her head.
        Amanda was kneeling obediently at Edward's heels when Achmed
showed up with a naked blonde in tow. She saw Edward's
interestimmediately rise as he admired the girl's figure and face.
        "Well, well," he said. "What a nice pretty pretty you have
there, Achmed."
        "Yes. She is lovely, isn't she? She's in training. She's new
here."
        "Ah, yes, I believe I saw her earlier. In training, you say?
How is you got hold of her?"
        "I like mine before they're fully broken," Achmed said with a
leer. "They're more spirited."
       Edward nodded and chuckled knowingly, then gripped Amanda's
hair suddenly and yanked her head up and back, forcing her to arch her
back tightly.
        "Know what you mean, old boy," he said with a grin. "I prefer
them the same way."
        "Yours is quite lovely, I must say." Achmed looked at Amanda
closely and she lowered her eyes.
        "Built for long hard rides," Edward said, relaxing his grip.
         "She looks obedient," Achmed said.
        "She, er, she knows not to disobey me," Edward said proudly.
"Besides, she's got a big crush on me. Haven't you, pet?"
        "Yes, master," Amanda said in an eager, breathy voice.
        Meghan snickered, and both Amanda and Edward stared at her in
surprise.
        "What was that, slut?" Edward demanded, glaring at her.
        "Nothing master," the blonde replied meekly.
        Edward rose to his feet and gripped her by the collar, yanking
her forward, and the girl suddenly lifted her knee and slammed it into
his crotch. Amanda's jaw dropped in astonishment as Edward staggered
backwards and fell into his chair, his eyes bulging as he held
himself. Achmed gripped the girl's tousled blonde hair and yanked it
up and back, forcing her to her toes as she moaned in pain.
        "Sorry about that, old boy," he said. "As I said, she's only
in the training program. She hasn't actually, well, completed it yet,
you see."        Amanda watched curiously as Edward's face turned a
variety of interesting colours before settling back to his normal
pasty white.
         "I... I want her..."
        "I'll see that she's soundly thrashed for that, old boy,"
Achmed said.
        "She should be... be..."
        Amanda wondered if he was going to have a heart attack. She
certainly hoped so.
        "Calm yourself, my friend," Achmed said. "I will make you a
deal. I will trade you girls for the night. You may do with this one
as you choose, provided she is able to take part in her courses in the
morning. I will borrow your girl here and make use of her before I
sleep."
        "Yessss," Edward hissed. "I'll take the filthy little whore
and show her some manners!"
        Amanda felt sorry for the blonde, who, in fact, looked quite
sorry for herself too, but she was glad to be taken with Achmed and
leave them behind. He was another pig like Edward, but perhaps she
would learn something new about this place from him, and every bit she
learned made it more likely she would find a way out some day.
         Soon they were upstairs, with another girl who looked
somewhat Arabic like Achmed.
        "You have not been here long, Amanda?" Achmed asked.        
"No, master," she replied, kneeling before him.
         "Come here and sit on my lap," he ordered.
        She obeyed and had her lay back. His hand moved slowly over
her body, and she squirmed lightly. Edward had not loaned her out to
anyone yet. So he and those two silent black giants had been the only
ones who had raped her. He had been too pompous and proud of his
possession. Each man who asked only made him feel even more pompous.
        Still, she had long known that eventually she would have to
have sex with many men. All the slave girls did. And she, she thought
bitterly, was a slave girl now.
        He ran his fingers through her long hair with a wistful look
in his eyes. "Such lovely hair," he said.
        Then his hand moved down to her chest, cupping and squeezing
her breast before easing in between her legs. He was far gentler than
Edward, and far more knowledgeable about the female body. Despite
herself Amanda started to feel a faint pleasure within her as he
fingered her bare cleft.
       "Sarah. Come here," he said.
        The other girl rose and shuffled forward on her knees, and
then, to her surprise, Amanda saw him reach forward and undo her
shackles. The girl then turned around and looked at her.
        "Spread your legs, Amanda," Achmed whispered.
        Amanda hesitated, staring at the girl, feeling a sudden
anxious worry. Then she shifted her knees apart slowly.
        "Further. Wide apart," he ordered.
        She winced but obeyed, swallowing nervously as the girl smiled
up at her and leaned in, pushing her mouth against her sex.
        Amanda gasped as the girl's tongue slipped between her tight
pussy lips. She felt a sudden instinctive desire to kick out at her,
even though she knew the girl was only obeying the filthy Arab's
orders.
          This too she had anticipated, for she'd seen some of the
displays put on in the common areas where the slave sluts performed
disgusting acts on each other for the amusement of the members.
        Still, she'd never experienced any kind of sexual contact with
a woman before, and was not anxious to feel it now.
        She laid her head back and closed her eyes, then started to
moan softly, pretending to be aroused as the girl's fingers stroked
her soft pussy mound, then eased her pubic lips aside for her tongue.
        It wasn't that bad, she told herself. She was certainly better
off than that foolish blonde girl. God only knew what that swine
Edward was doing to the poor girl now.
        Meghan's eyes bulged and she let out a choked cry of agony as
his knee slammed up into her soft pussy pad again, then again.
        She was bent over a table, and each time he jerked her legs
apart and slammed his knee up into her crotch the force was so great
she was actually lifted off her feet. Again and again he pounded his
knee into her as her mind swirled with nausea and agony and dizziness.
         Then, his face still scarlet with rage, he dragged her off
the table by the hair and led her to a round padded bench of some
sort. He led her over it and made her straddle it, the rounded padding
forcing her legs wide like a saddle.
        Instead of sitting her down on it, however, he bent her far
over, pressing her chest down against a wider, flatter area next to
the saddle.
        He gripped her hips and jerked her backwards, and she winced
as she felt herself slide an inch or so back onto a narrow, rising
lump, a hard lump that pressed up sharply against her pussy,
especially against her clit. Unlike the rest of the saddle there was
no padding on the lump, which was about three inches long and two
wide. Instead it was covered in sandpaper.        And that was pressed
up directly against her soft pussy flesh, directly against her
clitoris.
        In fact, as she groaned and shifted her weight, she realized
that her breasts were also pressing down into sandpaper now.
        A strap went over her waist to hold her down, then her ankles
were lifted up and bound back behind her.
        She gasped as she felt herself pierced, felt something hard
and thick and round pushing down her pussy tunnel. It started to buzz
and shake and she realized it was a vibrator.
        Then he left, after giving her behind a smack.
        She stared wonderingly at the door. Surely he was going to
punish her more than that. Achmed, who's real name was Paul, if she
got it right, said he was a nasty pervert and liked to hurt girls.
        She felt relieved, though she wondered if he mightn't soon
return with some kind of instrument of torture.
        She let out a sigh and squirmed a little as her juices started
to flow, and she felt the familiar heat between her legs. She made no
effort to fight it. If he did return she had come to realize that
being heavily aroused could help act as a shield to pain, so it would
be helpful to...
        "Ow," she gasped.
        She had instinctively ground her pussy against the wedge
pushing up into it, a wedge covered in sandpaper.
        She would have to stop.... stop... she would have to not do...
that.
        "Oww," she gasped, squirming helplessly, the pleasure rising,
the heat and lust foaming and swirling through her body, growing
greater and more powerful with each passing minute.
        "Oww! God!" she gasped, slapping herself mentally.        
Perhaps just a little bit.
       She tentatively rubbed back... just a bit. She winced, but it
wasn't... wasn't too terrible...
        She groaned as her hard nipples mashed down against
thesandpaper beneath, then moaned louder as she jabbed her clitty back
onto the sandpaper too hard.
        "Stupid!" she gasped to herself.
        She tried to hold still, then, her mind filled with lust, she
told herself it would be all right if she just did it gently.
        She moaned as she scraped her pussy and clit back against the
wedge again and again. The pleasure was rising like gusher, but so was
the pain. But the pleasure had her in its control, and she felt an
orgasm building. She bucked back, thinking, not that she was thinking
clearly, that the orgasm would relieve the pressure and let her stop.
         She shuddered violently, forgetting her decision to rub only
very gently, mashing her wet pussy back hard, gasping and moaning as
she jammed her sex back against the sandpaper, as it ground back and
forth furiously against her eager clit and drooling pink pussy
opening.         She went still, gasping, moaning. Her pussy felt
sore... raw, and she berated herself for doing that to herself.
        But the vibrator continued to buzz away inside her, and the
burning continued to rise, and she moaned as she jammed herself back
softly against the wedge.


     "God! I... Oh! Oohh!"        
     Amanda jerked helplessly, eyes wide as an orgasm rushed over her.
Her legs bounced in mid-air as the girl buried her face between her
legs and sucked furiously on her sparkling clitty.
        She wanted to scream in denial, but couldn't control her voice
as she came in helpless wanton carnal bliss, gasping and whining as
she jammed her sex against the girl's hungry mouth.
        Then she slumped back against him, panting for breath as he
chuckled, his arms around her, his hands cupping and squeezing her
breasts as the girl's tongue lapped softly at her overheated sex.
         "Bastard!" she whispered.
        "What was that?" he demanded, pulling back on her hair.
         "Nothing, master,"she gasped.
        "I think you called me a bastard."
        "I heard her," the girl said.
        Amanda glowered at her and the girl smiled back.
        "No, master," she said in a breathy voice.
        "Lying to me?" he said. "I think you need a beating."
         With that he turned her and then rolled her onto her belly.
Amanda gulped as his hand caressed her backside. She felt a fury
rising inside her at this lewd, casual, patronizing treatment. Bad
enough when that slime Edward did it, but now every ignorant, drooling
male she came into contact with would treat her like a mindless little
sex toy!
         "Ouch!" she yelped as his hand slapped down on her rear. He
slapped her again, harder, then again, admiring the pink flush
appearing on her white behind, then again and again, motioning Sarah
to come to the side of the chair. She gripped the brunette's thighs
and parted them, then pushed her face in between, licking and sucking
on her pussy cleft as the other girl gasped and squirmed helplessly.
        He let Sarah lick for a minute, then motioned her back and
cupped her mound, his fingers sliding into her and pumping steadily as
they caressed her clit. He moved his other hand under her and kneaded
one of her breasts as he chuckled tolerantly.
        "Silly little thing," he murmured. "You know this is what you
want. Your hot little pussy is what you live for."
        He eased his hand back and let Sarah lick at her again, then
smacked his hand down on her buttocks to make her jump and yelp. He
slapped her again, then thrust his fingers into her, feeling the
moisture and the heat within her body as he pumped them in and out.
She started to grind herself back, then halted, shuddering.
        He motioned to Sarah, pointing at one of the vibrators sitting
nearby and she fetched it for him. He turned it on then carefully
stroked the buzzing tool across the gorgeous brunette's aroused
clitoris.
        "You women," he sighed. "You're all slaves to your voracious
sex organs anyway. Why can't you all understand that? You should all
be delighted we've brought you here where you can be free to indulge
your lovely bodies the way you always wanted to."
        He eased the vibrator into her slick tunnel and then buried it
inside her. She gasped and chewed on her lip, trying to resist the
pleasure rising within her, then yelped as he gave her three swift
slaps on the behind.
       "But you need a stern hand," he said. "You girls need
discipline or you'd be out rutting anything that moves all day long.
You're all such complete slaves to your pussies!"
        He jammed her clit up against the vibrator, rubbed it for a
few seconds, the motioned Sarah forward once again. As Sarah licked
away at the woman's clit he slapped her behind again. It was now a
bright red, and the skin was quite warm to the touch.
        Amanda clenched her teeth as the orgasm hit, then she rutted
back against the girl's mouth, whimpering and moaning in delight and
wonder at the force of it, her head rolling and jerkin fitfully as he
squeezed one of her breasts and slapped her behind repeatedly.
        "Climaxing again?" he scowled. "My, my, what a filthy little
thing you are!"
        Amanda gave a final buck and then collapsed, gulping in air as
he snickered and pinched her nipple.
        He lifted her up on his leg then, smirking at her as he tugged
on her nipple.
        "Now is the weedle geerl going to be nicer," he said in a
babyish voice.
        She glared at him indignantly. "Listen, you condescending
little assho..."
        She shut up abruptly, her eyes widening, and he laughed and
released her nipple.
        "So. Not quite so broken and trained as Sir Edward would
believe, hmmm?"
        "I... I don't know what you mean, master," she said
cautiously.
         "Tell me, lovely Amanda, do you like it here?"         "Of
course, master," she gulped.
        "And you want to spend the rest of your life here as a
mindless fuck doll?" he demanded harshly.
        She stared at him anxiously, then at Sarah.
        "We want to leave," Sarah said. "Do you?"
        "You can leave whenever you want," Amanda said.
        "Yes, but you can't, nor can three other girls I came here to
get."
       "Who are you?" she whispered.
        "A friend, if you're willing to have one."        "What do you
want me to do?"
        "Something... well... I need you to get into a certain place.
And unlock it from the inside so I can get in."
        "Me? I can't get anywhere. Edward keeps me under lock and
key," she said bitterly, "or haven't you noticed these things don't
even come off?"
        She kicked one of her feet off, showing the manacle locked
around her ankle.
        "They'll come off with the proper tools." He reached behind
her back and unclipped her wrist restraints, letting her pull her arms
apart. "You can do something that will help us all escape."
         "I told you Edward keeps me at his side constantly!"
         "Yes, but if you make him mad he'll send you somewhere else
to punish him, provided someone puts the suggestion into his head
first."
        "Where?"
        "The barn."
        "No way! I've heard about that place! They turn you into an
animal!"
       "I can make sure that doesn't happen. I can interfere with the
drugs and isolation. It will cost you your hair, but in a couple of
days we'll be out of here and you'll be back home."
        She stared at him fearfully, then looked at Sarah, who nodded.
        "What do I have to do?" she gulped.
        "The same thing Meghan did."
        "The blonde? You made her do that!? Do you have any idea what
he's probably doing to her now?"
        "Yes, but she's willing to go through it to get into the barn.
Are you willing to go through far less for your freedom?"
        "I'll do whatever I have to," she said after a moment. "If I
get killed well... I'm probably better off."
        "Good girl," he said, smiling.
        "Stop treating me like a child," she demanded.
        "Certainly, if you wish. In the meantime..."
        His hand slipped between her legs and cupped her mound.
        "I'm not one of your helpless fuck toys," she said, pushing
his hand back warily.
        "But you are a woman, no? I'm sure it's been a while since you
had a real man between your legs."
        She gave him a cold look.
        "Look at it this way, my dear. The only recent lovers you've
had were those two rapists and Sir Edward. Wouldn't you like something
more pleasant to remember sex by? And then there's Sarah. Sarah, you
see is one of those mindless fuck toys you were referring to, and she
can be quite entertaining. Can't you, my dear?"
        He took Amanda's hand and pulled it down between Sarah's
thighs, then brought it up against her sex. Sarah shuddered and pushed
herself helplessly against it as Amanda watched in fascination.
        "Bastard!" she groaned again, rolling her head back as
Amanda's hand rubbed over her.
       "You see?" Paul said with a smile.
       He removed his hand and Amanda continued stroking against the
girl's cleft.
      "She isn't faking that? She gets that hot so easily?"
      "Again and again and again," he said.  
      Amanda was simultaneously aroused and repelled. She'd never seen
anyone that much a prisoner of their genitals before.
      She stroked her fingers against the girl's clit, feeling a rush
of superiority and conquest when the girl clasped her wrist and came,
bucking and grinding herself against her fingers.
        She continued to rub even as she felt Paul's fingers slip down
to her own cleft. She licked her lips as she ran one of her hands up
under Sarah's breast and squeezed experimentally.
        "She's really hot," she whispered.
        "As hot as they come," he whispered back. "Helpless to resist
the pleasure you give her."
        They drew Sarah up onto the bed and Amanda knelt between her
legs, staring at her dripping sex opening. Then, with only a brief
hesitation, she pushed her tongue forward and began to work it up and
down against her clit.
        She groaned as Paul entered her from behind, feeling a hot
gush of liquid heat within her as he started to fuck her.
        The girl writhed and whined under her, and Amanda felt a sense
of power over her as she lapped at her clitoris. She pulled Sarah's
pussy open and plunged her tongue down into her hole, wriggling it
around experimentally, then thrust two fingers up the small, tight
opening, rewarded by a groan as the girl humped up against her.
        Her own juices were flowing, she realized, and that made
Paul's penetration painless and smooth. His pumping felt far more
natural than what she'd had lately, and she was only a little
surprised to feel the sexual pressure building up so rapidly inside
her head.
        Sarah gasped and bucked up against her face as she sucked on
her clitty, then let out a long, drawn-out wail of pleasure that made
Amanda's insides churn with heat.
        It had been forever, she thought, since she'd really had sex.
She didn't count anything that scumbag Sir Edward did, nor her
shocking rape at the hands of those two monsters.
        It felt so good to be giving pleasure to someone who wasn't
evil, and so good to be getting it back.
Tears poured from Meghan's eyes as she shuddered again. Her groin was
afire now, but not with pleasure. She had rubbed herself raw against
the sandpaper. Her breasts ached as well, and yet she couldn't stop
herself from doing it. The programming had taken too deeply already,
and the pain simply melted into the pleasure.
        But oh how it hurt!        Her sex felt like it was a raw,
aching wound, and her mind, that part that functioned on anything but
the most carnal level, was frantic that she would permanently harm
herself, perhaps even grind her entire clitty off!
        Or her nipples. Oh how they ached!
        The vibrator continued to buzz, and she sobbed anew as she
drove her aching pussy back against the sandpaper wedge, screaming now
as the pain tore through her.
        "Well, little slut," a voice said beside her. "Having a good
time?"
        "Please master! Please master! Please! I'm sorry, master! I'm
sorry! Please! I'll fuck you, master! Please fuck me! Please! Please
fuck my ass! Anything, master!"
        He chuckled and slipped his hand down against her breast, then
ground it harshly across the sandpaper below, making her scream in
pain.
         "So you're tired of jerking yourself off, hmm?"
         "Please!" she gasped. "Anything! Anything!"
         He pulled the strap off, then untied her ankles and lifted
her off the saddle. Tears continued to stream down her face as she
kissed his chest, then his belly and legs and crotch in desperate
relief.         "Get your face down and your behind up, slut," he
ordered.         "Yes, master! Yes, master!" she gasped, turning and
bending over, then letting herself drop her shoulders against the
floor.
         He entered her harshly, cruelly, but the sodomy was actually
a relief, for she had feared he would do her in the pussy and that
would surely ache terribly. Instead all she received was a brutal
sodomy.         She was almost smiling in gratitude when he was
finished and yanked her to her feet.
        "I'll never do it again, master! I promise!" she gasped. "I'm
so sorry!"
        "I'm sure you are," he said, leading her over to where a two
by four sat propped between two wooden braces. It was on an edge, with
the edge sticking up, and before Meghan understood what he intended he
lifted her up and dropped her down straddling the two by four.
        She screamed in shock and agony, her legs and body shaking as
she tried to twist away, but he held her easily in place, laughing at
her tears and pain.
        "You'll be even sorrier when this night is over, you little
bitch," he sneered.
        He pushed her forward, letting her grind along the corner of
the two by four, then dragged her back again. He repeated this several
times, laughing as the wood dug up into her aching, raw pussy meat.
Then he pulled her back to one side and drew a chain down from the
ceiling. He undid the restraints around her wrists and then redid them
quickly, after pulling them up high behind her back. He then attached
the chain to them to lock them in place.        She certainly couldn't
support any of her weight on her arms in that position, nor could she
climb off the two by four.
        "Have a nice sleep," he said with a sneer.
        Then he left and turned off the lights.
        He had not pulled the vibrator out of her tight pussy when he
sodomized her It was still there, driven up painfully deep, grinding
against her cervix now even as it continued to buzz.
        She sobbed in misery even as the pleasure began to burn inside
her once more, and, unconsciously, she started to grind herself down
against the wood below.
        She was dazed when the light came on next. She hardly saw him
as he moved up next to her and reached down between her legs. He
pressed his long middle finger against her clit, jamming it down even
harder against the corner of the two by four, and she convulsed in
another orgasm, whimpering and shaking.
        He grinned in delight, then lifted two heavy weights, each
about twenty five pounds, and locked them to her ankle restraints by
short chains.        With another fifty pounds of weight jammed down
on her cleft, he left her again, this time until morning.
         "Sir, it was our understanding the slave would be ready to
resume her lessons in the morning," the overseer said in annoyance.
         "She kicked me in the balls," Edward said peevishly. "So I
punished her."
        "Well?" the man demanded of another.
        The man was examining her closely. He looked up with a sigh.
        "Nothing permanent," he said. "But I don't think she ought to
even sit down for a couple of days, much less undergo any further
treatment."
        The first man tsked in annoyance. "She's such a good prospect
too," he muttered.
        Meghan swayed weakly before him, dazed and filled with pain.
She bent over and groaned as one of the men sprayed an anaesthetic
over her crotch, then rubbed in a lotion to help her skin heal.
        Her mind caught at something she was supposed to do, but she
was so bleary she could hardly remember, could hardly think.
        "Give her a few days of rest and she can re-enter the
program," the man said.
        "Rest? We can't let her rest at this point in the training!
That could ruin everything. The mental preparation..."
       Meghan remembered what she was supposed to do then. She moaned
and turned towards Sir Edward, then as he frowned down at her, kicked
him as hard as she could in the crotch.
        The two overseers gaped at her, and she kicked one of them in
the crotch too. The second one grabbed her then, flinging her against
the wall.
        Both were angry and surprised. She had seemed much
morebiddable, and certainly should have been by now. Her violence said
she was still resisting her treatments, and something stronger needed
to be done.
        Of course, they'd had stubborn girls before, and the final
treatment always worked. The blonde girl would go to the barn and see
how she liked living life as a breeder. After that she'd no doubt be
far more biddable.
        Sir Edward was infuriated that the little blonde slut had gone
through his clever punishment and then turned right around and defied
him by attacking him. Again! What was it with these little sluts that
they continued to attack him there?
        He was glad to see meek, beautiful Amanda when he left the
blonde slut with the overseers and went to breakfast.
        "I hope the blonde was properly chastised for her disrespect,"
Achmed said.
        "She's been sent to the barn," Sir Edward snarled. "That will
teach the little slut."
        Which was when Amanda kicked him in the groin. Hard.
        In fact, she kicked him several times, even kicking him when
he was rolling on the floor and sobbing in pain. It wasn't until
Achmed restrained her that several of the servitors who had rushed up
were able to help him off the floor.
        "Amazing," Achmed said. "But... I think I know just the
punishment for this one. Send her to the barn with that blonde."
         "Yes!" Sir Edward growled. "Yes. The barn! Take her to the
barn!"
        "Yes, sir," the servitors said.
        They grabbed her and dragged her away.
        Shortly after she found herself in the lab, anxiously looking
around at all the equipment. Paul's idea had sounded like it might
work, but there was no telling. She might lose her mind here.
        She underwent a long physical examination, then lay strapped
to a table for more hours while the results of tests came through.
        Late that evening a doctor injected her with something that
raised a haze of confusion around her mind.
        They laid her back on the examination table with her head
hanging over the edge, then an electric razor they cut off her long,
beautiful hair, leaving only an ugly stubble behind. A coating of an
oily substances was slathered over her head, and after a few moments
she began to moan in discomfort.
        They ignored her, and after a few minutes wiped off the jell
to find her head clean and bare, without a trace of hair.
        She was lifted onto a small bench inside a metal container,
her wrists and ankles tightly bound. Her eyes rolled glassily as
electrodes were taped to her head, breasts, and clitoris. Then her
head was pulled down over the edge of the table. A tube was pushed
forward and inserted in her mouth, then taped there. A catheter was
pushed into her bladder, and the box was closed.         Paul was clad
in black, and moved silently but quickly through the night, flitting
from shadow to shadow as he made his way towards the barn. Once there
it was child's play to unlock the laboratory and make his way inside. 
      Both boxes were closed and locked tightly with padlocks. He
hadn't anticipated the locks but it was only a brief delay. Within ten
minutes he had the first open and looked in to see Meghan, head shaved
and pulled back over the end of the table, throat taut, breasts thrust
upwards.
        He licked his head appreciatively at the sight of her,
watching as she quivered and jerked to some unknown stimuli. He slid a
hand along her body, cupping a round breast, then moving his hand
between her legs to stroke her clitty.
        There wasn't a lot he could do here that wouldn't be noticed.
However, taking a small chance he followed the wires leading from her
headphones to a small tape recorder. He removed the tape, then went to
a larger tape recorder sitting on a desk and played it.
        It was quite obvious what they were looking to accomplish, and
quite obvious how to short-circuit that. He started to speak into the
machine, his message a different one.
        She would pretend to obey, she would not speak except around
him, but she would remember to unlock the barn door each night at
midnight to see if he was there. If he wasn't, she would close and
lock it again then go to sleep.
        It took more time than he'd expected because of the lock and
tape. And once he'd done it he cursed himself for being unable to copy
the tape to use it for the other girl. He just didn't have the
equipment on him, however.        He slipped the tape back into its
continuous play machine then pressed play. Meghan was senseless from
the drugs they'd given her, so he made no attempt to communicate with
her. He closed and locked the box again, then moved to the shelves of
vials and bottles. It took little time to find hers since it was
numbered the same as a tattoo on her head.
        He poured out most of what he found, replacing it with water.
He had foreseen this, of course, and brought some food dyes from the
kitchen. They hadn't even asked him what he wanted them for. He was a
member, and if he wanted blue or red dye that was his business.
        With the vials replaced he moved to the second box, sat beside
it, and started to pick the lock. He was on the verge of success when
the door opened and a man stood there looking at him in shock.
        He cursed and jumped up, but the man slammed the door and ran
away screaming at the top of his lungs. Paul ran out, but he could
already hear shouting coming from nearby. He turned and raced away
towards the beach, his mind working furiously.
        The man had had too clear a sight of him to go back to his
rooms. It wouldn't take long before they had him identified and then
it would be a quick end.
        He made his way to the beach and dove in. He knew the waters
were mined further out, with small, sensitive anti-personnel mines
designed to activate at a particular kind of splashing sound or
motion.
         In his pocket was a hand grenade, and when he had gone out
far enough he surfaced.
        Behind him he could see flashlight beams moving everywhere as
the guard force searched for the intruder. He had to judge things
carefully, and this was a desperation move, one likely to backfire if
he didn't have luck on his side. He pulled the pin on the grenade then
heaved it towards the mines before diving and swimming back towards
the land as rapidly as possible.
        He didn't get far, of course, before the grenade hit the water
and went off. The concussion set off several nearby mines.
        Too near by.
        The underwater concussion slammed into him with tremendous
force, hurling him end over end and almost knocking the breath out of
him. Stunned and gasping he splashed awkwardly away as new shouts rose
from the land, coming closer.
        He barely made it to a thick bush that jutted out over the
water before collapsing, gasping in pain. His head ached and blood
flowed freely from his nose. His chest felt like he'd cracked a few
ribs, and he fought desperately to keep silent as the men looked out
over the water, speculating on who had died.
         Amanda heard soft voices in her ears, gentle, reassuring
voices telling her that she must love the masters. That she must obey
the masters. They told her of how shameful it was to disobey or to
fail to please the masters. And they told her she must never speak.
That she must only make a soft sound like that of a cow. Any spoken
words would be punished, the voices said harshly, and sharp little
crackles of electricity bit into her.
        Several times a day a soft mush was pushed out of the tube and
into the back of her mouth. When she failed to swallow a small plunger
came in behind it, forcing the stuff ahead of it as it moved straight
down her throat.
        Hour after hour the voices continued to speak, continued to
tell her how much she loved the master, how much she ached for their
touch, how she lived to please them, how her body was theirs for their
use, how she was created to serve the masters.
        After the first couple of days the voices demanding love and
obedience trailed off, replaced by the soft mooing of female voices.
Whenever she heard the mooing a soft buzz of electricity made her
clitoris and nipples tingle. In fact, she had several orgasms. Then
she would hear a woman speak, and the tingle would turn into jagged
aching pain.
        She came to dread the sound of women's voices, to fear them,
to cringe from them.
        Several days later she was lifted out of the box, and given
another injection. The haze around her mind grew more firm. A second
injection made her smile stupidly, happy for no reason she could
discern.
        Odd booties were strapped and locked to her feet, and when
they ordered her to stand she screamed in pain as the soles bit into
her feet.
        That lesson learned they slipped a very large ring through her
pierced nose, attached a leash, and led her on all fours behind them
and out into a field. They walked her around to the back of the barn,
then inside and over to a small stall. There the chain was removed,
but her ring was attached to a small hook over a nozzle which was
forced into her mouth.
        Her wrists were locked down to bolts in the floor, and her
knees pulled apart and chained. Then two small clear plastic cones
attached to hoses were pushed up against her breasts directly over her
nipples. They sucked, the suction holding them in place.
        They left her there like that for much of the day. She was fed
through the tube, and was able to swallow on her own. The suction
hoses on her breasts sucked with a strong, rhythmic pattern that soon
had her nipples burning and aching. She whimpered unhappily, though
she wasn't certain why.
        They removed her and set her to wander in the field for the
remainder of the day with the other breeders.
        The next morning she was placed in the stall again, and once
again the tubes sucked on her aching nipples for hours before she was
turned loose into the field.

       Meghan smiled stupidly as they set her out into the fields. She
longed to rub her aching breasts but worried about whether she ought
to have that reaction... or any reaction. She was outraged at the way
she'd been treated, stunned at the enormity of what she understood
they were doing to the women here.
        All around her women walked around naked, some with heavy
bellies indicating pregnancy. Several times that first day she reached
up to pat her bald head, amazed and furious at her loss of hair, and
worried that it would never grow back.
        Her time in the box had been a nightmare, and she shuddered
ever time she remembered it. At first she'd been so skunked on
whatever they'd given her that she hadn't even realized the passage of
time. But as the chemicals had worn off and were replaced by ones she
guessed Paul had fooled around with her awareness began to return.
        And with it her situation, her tight bondage and aching head,
the never ending words, most of them Paul's, and the electrical shocks
and tremors which had alternately burned into her or set her insides
to burning themselves.
        And that mush she'd had to eat, which was disgusting and
tasteless. She had no idea how long she'd been held helpless but it
seemed like forever. She thought she'd go mad if it hadn't stopped.
         Then being placed in that stall and having those cups hooked
to her breasts. It was obvious what those were for, and she found that
another stunning outrage.
        She had met that other girl, Amanda, the one who was also
supposed to be helping, but for some reason she didn't seem to have
resisted their treatment.
        Now any time she tried to come closer the wary woman hurriedly
walked away. There was no way Meghan could approach her without
drawing the attention of the 'cowboys' as their keepers called
themselves.
         That night she was led into the barn and placed in a stall
with her nose ring hooked up to a small chain. She was allowed to lie
on her side, but her wrists were strapped behind her and her ankles
were strapped together.
       This frightened her, for it meant, she thought, that she
wouldn't be able to do as Paul wanted and unlock the doors. She
noticed that none of the other women she could see were strapped in
that manner and wondered why she had been singled out.
        The next day and the next and the next she was strapped
tightly every night, but then they stopped, apparently satisfied she
was now a safe little creature and would not try to escape. All they
did was chain her nose ring to a ring set in the end of her stall, as
they did with the others.
        After dark fell the women were herded into the barn and an
hour or so later the barn door was locked, leaving them alone in the
dark. At that point Meghan would rise and go into one of the nearby
offices, which were never locked. She'd sit down and listen to the
radio for a while, and poke through the papers there as she waited for
midnight.
        Just before midnight each night she crawled to the doors, then
unlocked them and peered out, hoping Paul would show up. When he
didn't, she closed and locked the doors, then returned to her stall,
put the nose chain back in her ring and fell asleep.
        Time passed, day after day. Each morning she endured the
milking process, and after weeks she noted her breasts were starting
to swell and were becoming increasingly tender, the nipples more and
more sensitive. One day she was startled to feel small drops of liquid
squirting out of her enlarged nipples.
        Each day after that produced larger amounts, until they, like
the other cows' breasts squirted small thin streams down the tubes
during each milking. Oddly enough she found this arousing. Now that
her breasts were accustomed to the milking cups they didn't ache any
more, or at least, did not ache in the same way.
        Instead her tender breasts throbbed and pulsed with pleasure
during and after each milking, so much so that she had to cup and
stroke them when nobody was looking, and several times once released
she crawled rapidly to a far corner of the field, lay on her side and
masturbated with as little movement as possible, gasping and moaning
through a wonderful orgasm.
        She had to keep such behaviour discrete, however. None of the
other cows seemed to possess any kind of sex drive, nor much in the
way of intelligence.
        One day, a good month after she had been there, she and
several others, including Amanda, were singled out and herded over to
the far side of the field, then made to line up and go into a small
fenced-in enclosure.        There were a half dozen of the cowboys
there, and most of them were holding tightly to ropes that were locked
to the collars of naked men.
        Meghan's eyes widened at that, though none of the others
seemed to take any notice. The men were wild-eyed, almost crazed as
they stared at the women. They lunged towards them, trying desperately
to get at them, and the men holding their ropes had to yank them back
and whip at them with large sticks to keep them back.
        It was dreadfully obvious that both men had erections,
immense, monstrous erections that jutted down from their loins. Though
both men were extremely handsome to the point of prettiness to look
on, Meghan had no desire to make either of their acquaintance.
        She watched nervously as the first two women, including the
Amanda girl she noted, were led placidly forward. Two low posts were
sunk into the ground, and atop each post was a kind of rounded leather
saddle. Meghan watched Amanda as she was led to the saddle, placed
across it, then had her wrists chained down on the one side while her
knees were pulled wide and chained apart on the other.
       Still the woman just knelt there, unaware of what was going on.
        One of the men bent over behind her holding a squeeze bottle
with a long plastic hose. He inserted the hose into her pussy cleft
and squeezed the bottle several times before slowly withdrawing the
tube. Meghan saw a gooey substance oozing out of Amanda's pussy.
       One of the men was led over, and the tube was pointed at his
shockingly large penis, then more goo was poured over it.
       It was, she assumed, lubrication of some sort.
       There were three men clinging to him by now as he hurled
himself against the ropes, trying madly to get at the lewdly displayed
rear of the cow now firmly locked down.
        Amanda turned around and eyed him nervously for the first
time.         Then the man was released and he hurled himself atop her
with a howl of exultation. Meghan stared, mouth wide as he mounted
her, ramming his cock into her without a second's hesitation,
producing a long howl of pain from Amanda.
       The man rutted at her frenziedly, hammering his loins into her
shapely rear. Meghan winced as he heard the solid pounding of his body
against her buttocks and felt her guts churning as she watched,
knowing they intended the same for her.
        She wondered if she could stand it, if she could possibly go
through that without revealing herself. The woman next to Amanda was
also being ridden furiously, and like Amanda was sobbing and mooing
desperately.        The rutting at least did not last long. The men
signalled their climax with howls of pleasure, then were yanked free
and dragged away. Meghan could see the gaping pussy openings of the
two sobbing, mooing women and felt an odd twinge of heat along with
her fear.
       She fought it, but she did not have the same mindless state as
the other cows, and had been conditioned before coming here to be a
nymphomaniacal tramp. After her initial shock at the brutal breeding
program she witnessed the next set of coupling with more of a jaded
eye.
       It had been a while, more than a month, she thought, since
she'd last had a cock inside her, and though she was not eager for the
kind of wild screwing the cows were being subjected to she did miss
being taken herself.
       The two women were done and released with slaps on their
rounded behinds, then Meghan and another woman were led forward. She
desperately tried to appear unconcerned, like the  others, as they led
her over the padded saddle then strapped her wrists and legs into
place, her rear up and out and terribly vulnerable.
        Two new bulls were led in, growling and gnashing their teeth
as they stared at the cows placed before them. Meghan tried to keep
her eyes from showing her alarm as she looked at them.
        The nozzle was slipped up deep into her pussy and slowly
pulled back as an oily substance was pumped into her. She felt her
pussy warm slightly as it tingled inside her.
        Then the bulls were released. She braced herself, breathless
and filled with terror at what would happen to her if she gave herself
away.
          The man made incomprehensible animal sounds as he slammed
against her. His cock thrust at her thigh, then found her sex and
rammed up with brutal fury.
        She screamed, even as the other woman did, the sound one of
pure pain, instinctive and helpless. His mighty cock tore her pussy
wide and thrust up into her like a spear, impaling her in a heartbeat
as his powerful fingers dug into her flanks and ground himself against
her.
         Her pussy was in agony, at first, and her mind reeled. She
sobbed at the pain, pulling instinctively at the bonds holding her.
Barely, she remembered to moo, the sound exploding from her as the
pain tore across her nervous system.
        He started rutting almost instantly, his thick prong rasping
across her aching pussy lips, tearing in and out, pistoning like a
frenzied machine inside her belly.
        She came very close to cursing and pleading with them to stop
several times. Only the fact that she knew, absolutely and utterly,
that it would do not the slightest good stopped her. She mooed
despairingly like the woman beside her until the pain began to slowly
ease.
        As that happened and her well-lubricated pussy began to cope
with the furious drilling it was receiving her mind settled down
somewhat. She grunted in time to his pounding, her buttocks soon
bruised and aching and her insides numbed.
        His long tool was pounding against her cervix, jarring her
insides, making her orgasm shake and quiver, bruising her kidneys as
it remorselessly hammered up deep into her belly.
        It continued to be painful, yet the pain was little compared
to what she had endured on the island, and she soon began to feel a
lewd excitement at being pounded like that. It was almost like a wild
animal was raping her instead of a man, and his big cock was sawing
fiercely across her clitty with every motion.
        She felt little quivers of pleasure beginning to roll through
her, and closed her eyes, whimpering as she feared another kind of
revelation for the men. They would be deeply suspicious of a cow
having an orgasm during her breeding. For obvious reasons cows weren't
supposed to enjoy breeding.        Meghan's body jerked and shuddered
as her insides quivered and ached. She felt like she was being punched
in the guts again and again and again, yet even so there was the lewd
sensation of pleasure mixed with her outrage.
        They were attempting to breed her, she realized. That was both
a compliment and a shocking indignity, yet all she could think about
was how raw and carnal it was to be like this, being mounted like an
animal, by an animal.
        She felt the heat pouring through her, sizzling up and down
her spine and seeping through into her nervous system. She found
herself instinctively rutting back, or trying to. Her bonds kept her
from most motion.
        The pounding of his cock left her breathless, and the sounds
she made, gasping, groaning, sobbing, were consistent with that of the
other cow being mounted. But the reason for those sounds began to
shift, just as the sounds themselves shifted subtly.
        Soon, Meghan knew she would not be able to stop herself from
climaxing. Her body was tensed and filled with sexual pressure as the
brutal raping continued, as the man growled and slobbered onto her
back, his hips blurred as he rammed himself into her aching behind.
        Then it hit, and she cried out, the sound, luckily, easily
interpreted as pain. She tried to keep her mouth shut, and gurgled in
mindless ecstasy as the orgasm tore though her.
        Her head jerked back again and again in what was an  obvious
signal had the men been watching. But they had grown bored with the
sight and were gathered in a corner chatting.
        She shuddered violently, jerking spastically in her bonds for
long, long seconds, then collapsed as the man spewed what felt like
gallons of his semen up into her aching, weary body.
        The men came and pulled him off, then unstrapped her and
slapped her on the behind. She crawled away  weakly, moaning, her
insides and buttocks raw and sore.
        She was released back into the main pasture, where she rubbed
her aching behind and cupped her burning, swollen sex.
        For seven straight days she and the others were brutally raped
by the bulls, then they were set free to wander for another week
before being tested for pregnancy.
      
       Gabrielle did not look up as Jubal opened the door of her cage.
She could not have even if she had wanted to. The cage was small,
barely large enough to contain her kneeling body, and she was tightly
bound.
       "You are enjoying yourself too much in there, Jewess," Jubal
said with a sneer. "I have come to bring you a pleasurable companion."
        A servant came in and unfastened the wires that bound her,
then dragged the exhausted woman out of the cage and massaged some
life back into her cramped legs as Jubal looked on.
        "Since you enjoyed your time with that little Jew lesbian so
much I have brought you another one. Even better. This one is not a
Jew. Still, she has much experience with perverted sluts like you, so
I'm sure she will have you squirming in no time."
        He pushed the servant aside and grabbed her by the arm,
yanking her to her feet, then half dragged her out of the room and
flung her across the floor. She landed in a tumble, fetching up
against the legs of someone with a gasp of pain.
        She looked up and her eyes widened. It was a woman. She wore
stiletto heeled leather boots that rose almost to her thighs and elbow
length matching gloves. A kind of halter pressed in under her large
breasts, lifting them up. The sides of the halter pulled in on either
side of her chest, pressing her breasts together. The straps then
curved in around the tops of her breasts, criss crossed her chest, and
went over her shoulders.
        But it was her groin that drew her attention, for she wore a
strange assembly of straps, and protruding from them was an enormous
black leather cock of sorts, curving slightly upwards.
        The woman was attractive, with her dark hair pulled back
behind her tightly. She smiled, but it was not the soft smile
Gabrielle remembered from Sarah. This smile was cold and hungry.
        "Isn't she beautiful, little slut?" Jubal said.
        Gabrielle moaned softly.
        The woman reached down, gripping the sides of Gabrielle's
head, pulling her up to her feet. Gabrielle stood there, staring,
gulping in air as the woman smiled. Then she yanked her head forward
and crushed her lips down, her tongue driving into her mouth.
        Gabrielle recoiled as her breasts made contact with the other
woman's but the woman's fingers dug into her skull, keeping her in
position. The woman twisted her around and jammed her back hard
against the wall, pressing her own body against her, grinding her
flesh against Gabrielle as her tongue flittered around in her mouth.
        The woman reached down, cupping Gabrielle's breast, squeezing
it roughly, twisting the soft flesh as Gabrielle gasped in pain. She
bent then, chewing on her breast, her teeth digging into the soft
flesh, biting her nipples.
        She straightened and reached down to the leather dildo, one
hand sliding down to squeeze Gabrielle's buttocks, jerking leg apart
as she pushed the dildo against her bare crack and shoved it inside.
        "Please," Gabrielle gasped, the sound barely audible.
        The woman thrust in deeply, and Gabrielle cried out, thrown up
and back hard, the pain intense as the thing punched deep inside her.
The woman bit down on her throat, grinding her hips against her,
grinding her breasts against her as Jubal looked on and snickered.
         Gabrielle whimpered and gasped as the woman gripped her
bruised bottom with both hands, the leather covered fingers digging
inbruisingly hard. Her hips bucked forward again and again, thrusting
the thick leather cock up into Gabrielle's belly with powerful pumping
motions.
        She tried to pull her head aside, but the woman's mouth
followed her, her lips and tongue ravenous as she ground herself
against her, jamming her back against the wall.
       Suddenly she pulled back, the dildo tearing free
fromGabrielle's aching sex. She flung the startled girl forward so she
fell onto her knees, then put a foot against her backside and pushed
hard so she was flung forward onto her belly.
        When Gabrielle rolled over the woman had ripped the dildo
thing off her and her loins were now bare and as shaved as Gabrielle's
own. She straddled the prone woman, and Gabrielle looked up into her
sex as the woman dropped to her knees above her face.
        "Eat me," the woman said in English.
        She lowered her sex, pinning Gabrielle's arms back with her
knees, jamming her sex into Gabrielle's mouth. Gabrielle clamped her
mouth shut, frantically trying to twist her head away. But the woman
just ground her moist sex back and forth over her lips as Gabrielle
was filled with disgust and horror.
      "Lick her, you Jewess slut!" Jubal ordered. 
       She refused, keeping eyes and mouth closed as the
womancontinued to grind her sex against her mouth.
       Jubal snarled a command and the woman dragged her up to her
feet. Gabrielle made no effort to resist as her arms were bound up
above her head to chains hanging from the ceiling, then her legs
spread wide and locked to the floor.
        The woman raped her with the dildo once more, then sodomized
her while Jubal watched.
        "I will return. I have something special for this whore,"
Jubal snarled.
        He left, and Gabrielle's head sagged. Her legs were so weak
she all but hung by her wrists as the woman looked on.
        "You look so hot like that," the woman whispered.
        Her hands cupped her breasts, but much more softly than
before, fingers gently following the round contours, avoiding the
black marks of bruises. She bent, gently mouthing one aching nipple,
her tongue soft and slowly as she licked and caressed it with her
lips.
        She kissed her throat, and shoulder, then gently on the
forehead and cheeks before licking her way down her body. Gabrielle
moaned as she felt the soft pink tongue sliding along her slit, then
easing up between.
        She remembered Sarah, and how lovely her tongue had felt
there, remembered the only person who had been gentle with her since
this nightmare began, and she felt a shudder run through her body. She
let her head fall back, trying to ignore the woman, trying to ignore
the sensations as her tongue slipped back and forth between her pussy
lips, then rode up to gently stroke against her clitoris.
        Yet this woman was, if anything, more adept at such perverted
work than Sarah had been. Her tongue expertly teased and awakened the
heat within her, setting her legs to trembling and her insides to
steaming and twisting.        Her breaths became ragged and her mind
began to float on a soft wave of pleasure as her hips ground forward
into the woman's mouth. Pleasure swept up around her and folded it's
arms around her, and she came, for the second time in her life,
trembling violently in her chains, sobbing aloud as her nervous system
burned with unfamiliar sensations.
        She went limp, moaning. The woman continued to lick her, her
hands sliding up her body to gently tweak nipples that now burned with
pleasure, then around to caress soft buttocks. Her tongue pushed into
her and wriggled around inside, then slipped upwards to tease her
clitoris.
        Her hips began a lewd grinding motion again as the pleasure
rose within her. And suddenly the woman rose, moving to one side. She
returned with a strange metal tube and pressed a button. It began to
buzz, and the woman smiled, rubbing and rolling it against Gabrielle's
soft, wet sex, then easing it gently up inside her.
        Gabrielle felt her insides begin to shake in tune to the
vibrations of the thing, felt the pleasure soaring, her mind bathing
in it.
        The woman moved behind her, picking up a riding crop, then she
heard the family hiss as it cut through the air. An instant later it
bit into her buttocks and she cried out in pain.
        Yet this time the pain was mixed with pleasure, and when the
crop landed again she felt a hard blast of sexual heat that all but
quashed the pain.
        Again and again the crop landed, rising up her body, cracking
against her lower back, then her shoulders. The pain whirled around
her but the pleasure was the hotter, and another orgasm tore through
her dazed body as she pushed herself back, arching her back to raise
her backside, sobbing in pleasure as the crop bit into it.
         Paul looked out into the hall carefully, licking his lips
worriedly. He was fairly sure they'd stopped looking for him, given
him up for dead, but he didn't know that.
        "What a bloody disaster," he muttered to himself.
         The mine had been more powerful than he'd thought and the
underwater explosion had stunned and nearly drowned him. He'd also
taken a chunk of shrapnel in the leg that had forced him to lie up in
hiding in a basement storeroom.
        Fortunately, a slave girl had been sent down to fetch
something. Naturally the girl was trained to obey any master, and that
meant any male. She'd obediently fetched him a first aid kit, and kept
him supplied with water and food while he hid out.
        And, well, he was a man, wasn't he? Why shouldn't he make use
of the lovely young brunette's willingly offered body? The girl, Lisa,
was delighted to have him mount her each time she delivered his food.
         In fact, he was going to make use of her in his plan for
tonight. It was going to be hard. God only knew what had happened to
Sarah during his absence, to say nothing of the two he'd sent to the
cow barn. He was going to have to take his chances and hope luck
helped out. Otherwise he was going to have to leave one girl behind,
along with those two who had meant to help him.
       "Here I am, master," Lisa whispered as she hurried up to him. 
       "About time," he muttered. "All right. You remember  what I
told you?"
       "Yes, master. I think so."
        He put on the clothes she'd brought then took her hand and
hurried down the hall, sprinting towards the entrance to the public
areas.
        Once there he settled down and walked more sedately, with Lisa
following behind. No one took much notice as they moved through the
corridors.
        He went downstairs to the private torture chambers. Miri was
still hooded, and followed meekly along behind as Sarah held her
leash. But Gabrielle was in use. She was standing, spread-eagled,
chained in place as another woman used a riding crop on her naked
body.
        At first he assumed someone was there to watch the
performance, but it soon became obvious the two were alone. The second
woman was clad in thigh high stiletto-heeled boots, a tight leather
corset that thrust her breasts up and out without concealing a single
inch, a leather collar, and long black leather gloves. An enormous
strap-on dildo stuck up and out from her loins as she drew her arm
back and slashed the crop across Gabrielle's well-marked back.       
There was obvious excitement in the strange woman's eyes, and for a
moment he thought she might be the French girl he had heard was
involved with the club, but when he pushed open the door she halted,
dropped to her knees, and smiled at them.
        "How may I serve you, master!?" she asked happily.        
"That's Vicky," Lisa whispered. "She's from the pens, but they use her
to punish other girls."
        Paul moved forward, ignoring the kneeling girl and unlocked
Gabrielle's chains. The girl slumped in his arms and he cursed softly.
         He glared down at Vicky, thinking quickly. "You, girl, stand
up. Lisa, help her lift Gabrielle."
        The two slaves hurriedly obeyed, then followed behind as he
took Miri's leash, leading them back down the hall.
        Suddenly Jubal came around a corner. He started to smile at
the sight of him, then saw Gabrielle and frowned. He held a cattle
prod in one hand and swung it down angrily.
        Paul's fist caught him under the chin and he fell back against
the wall, the prod falling from his fingers. Paul snatched up the
prod, activating it with the flick of a thumb, and as Jubal rose he
grabbed his head, yanked it back and stabbed the prod down straight
through his open mouth and into his throat.
        He left it there as Jubal began to thrash wildly on the floor,
nodding to the wide-eyed women to follow as he took up Miri's leash
again and led them away. Jubal continued to thrash on the floor until
finally going still.        Five minutes later he had led his little
group to the main slave pens. Sarah had been sent to the pens after
he'd been caught, and he merely had to go down there and request her
services to have her turned over to him. She smiled prettily when he
arrived, but made no other reaction.
        "I'm glad you're still alive," he whispered when they were
alone.
        "Thank you, master," she said brightly.

        He frowned and looked her up and down.
        "Do you remember me, Sarah?"
        "Yes, master," she said.
        "You've been through the full program, haven't you?"
        "Yes, master," she said perkily.
        "Did they take you there after I left that night?"
        "No master."
        "Well then what did they do to you?" he demanded impatiently.
         "They tortured me for a week, master, to find out if I knew
who you were and what you had been doing."
        "And what did you tell them?"
        "Everything, master," she said happily.
        "Everything?" he demanded.
        "Of course master."
        He thought furiously. Sarah knew he meant to have the two
girls in the barn help him, but he had been caught while trying to
pick the lock of the Amanda girl's box, so they may have assumed he
didn't have the time to do anything. In any case, since he was dead
they had no reason to worry about security until someone else managed
to infiltrate their way in.
        No doubt they were being extra choosy about who they allowed
into the club these days, but that should not affect his intentions
tonight.
       He looked at the smiling girl and muttered a curse under his
breath.
       Still, she would obey his orders and that was all he needed at
the moment.
       He took a carriage from the stables, hooking up two bland-eyed
'horses' as Sarah, Vicky, and Lisa put Miri aboard. Then drove to the
barn.        It was just before midnight. He had no real belief the
blonde girl - formerly blonde girl - would have been able to sustain
her cow-like masquerade for this long, or that if she had she would
still be checking the door every might, but he decided to wait and
see. His plan, such as it was, was to ransack the lab in hopes someone
had left a key behind. That probably wouldn't work either, in which
case he'd have to leave the three girls there and go with the ones he
had.
        Then, much to his surprise, he saw the door sliding open and a
small face peer out. He scurried forward as she crawled back,
wide-eyed.          "I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!" he
said jovially, rubbing her bald head.
       "I... I was... what happened?" she stuttered.
       "Things went wrong, and I almost got killed, but I'm here now
getting the hell out of here."
       He and and Sarah hurried inside and he closed the door behind
him.
       He flicked on the lights then hurried to the nearby office. A
quick blow shattered the glass and he went inside and checked the
dockets listing the location of various breeders.
       And there was his final girl!
       "I found Amanda, master!" Sarah piped up from across the barn.
         "Fine. Bring her," he called.
        She wasn't one of those he'd been sent for but he felt an
obligation to her and the Meghan girl. He hurried through the ranks of
mostly sleeping cows until he got to the right pen. Then he opened it,
woke the girl there with a slap on her behind, and unhooked her ring
from it's chain, leading her out.
        "Here. Take her leash," he ordered Meghan.
        Meghan stood up shakily, holding a post at first. Her legs had
got exercise, of course, and they had been straight whenever she laid
down, but she had not walked on them in well over a month.
        "Where have you been, you bastard!?" she demanded, glowering.
         "I told you, I was delayed."
        "Delayed? Delayed!? Do you have any idea what it feels like to
be mounted by a bull?"
        "A bull?"
        "Might as well be! Bulls are men, well-endowed men driven
utterly mad by drugs!"
        "Oh, well. I'm sorry you didn't enjoy yourself. Then again,
you seem to have come through things all right. I did manage to get
your drugs substituted before you received them. So I guess you just
spent the time out in the sun getting a tan."
        "That almost made it worse. That other girl, Amanda, she just
crawled around and slept all the time happy as hell. I almost wished
I'd had the drugs sometimes."
        "Well it's not too late. If you like, just stick around here
gabbing and you'll get them for real!"
        He turned and hurried back to the others. Meghan followed more
slowly, still massaging her aching legs.
        Amanda, without her beautiful hair, was kneeling on all fours
next to Faleis, the third Jewish girl. They both had wide, empty eyes.
         "Come on. Get them to their feet and let's go," he ordered.  
      The strange procession moved out of the barn. To speed things up
the two cows were loaded on the cart with Miri. Meghan couldn't walk
very well so she got up beside Paul. While the other three trotted
along next to them as they headed for the helipad.
        There were two guards there, but one was asleep. Paul dealt
with them both easily, then loaded all the girls into a big American
made CH-53 helicopter and started the engine.
        He kept looking for people to come running, guns blazing, but
the rotor moved faster and faster, and he took off without incident.
He flew low, almost at wavetop level, heading straight south towards
Australia.

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