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THE POG FARM CHAPTER 3 BY TOR MELARTI
Mary had a late lunch at the mess hall and then went in search of her room-mate Jenny. Dusk was fast approaching and as she left the food hall The Farm was taking on a new aura. Bright sodium lights were beginning to illuminate all the main streets, buildings and farm areas leaving huge slabs of dark shadows beyond their harsh glow. She headed south, past the laboratories, and taking a short cut, crossed one of the open playing fields to reach the gym . Her soft rubber skirt swished around her thighs in the breeze and she shivered with delight as the warm air whispered between her legs and over the soft moist lips of her pussy. Suddenly a sensation of vulnerability washed over her and she found herself looking around and searching the shadows for a figure or some movement. Mary could not shake off the feeling that she was being watched but continued her journey with a little more caution.
Eventually she reached the bright lights of the gym parking area and with relief entered the building. Tonight Jenny and about nine other girls would be training for an upcoming performance for a visiting dignitary. Her friend was a first year member of the elite dance group and had been really excited this morning when she had described tonight’s session. Mary looked through the glass portholes of the double doors that opened into the sports hall and stood transfixed at the activity that was unfolding before her.
A sports Mistress, with her back towards Mary, stood in front of a row of twelve first year students. Most of the girls were sweating profusely and in some distress. They were all standing in the ‘elbow’ position and listening intently to a lecture from their Mistress. All the girls were naked except for their tight white full cotton knickers. This flimsy item, on all the girls, was now completely transparent, soaked by the sweat that rolled down their slim hot bodies. With their hands behind their heads and elbows back their boobs were thrust forward in an impressive display for their Mistress. Suddenly two of the girls dropped their arms and reaching down, peeled their sopping knickers down to their ankles.
Mary watched mesmerized as she recognized one of the pair was her friend Jenny. The two girls had broken away from the main group and were now assuming a new position on equipment in the centre of the hall. They sat down on the ends of two low benches that had been placed next to each other. The two girls now lay back, lifted their legs up and, grasping their ankles, pulled them down level with their ears. This position was known as the “Reveal” position and was dreaded by all the girls. It was by far the most humiliating pose that the girls had been trained to assume and usually led to a severe punishment of some kind.
Today was different though. Mary’s eyes popped as she watched the line of girls take it in turn to kneel before the two exposed bottoms and bury their faces into the naked pussy of each girl. From her position, Mary could clearly see the row of girls explore Jenny’s anus with their tongues for about ten seconds then lift their heads slightly to lick her tight cunt lips that were exposed between her upper thighs. As soon as each girl finished their attentions they ran off to the changing room. At last the final dancer had completed her task leaving the two girls alone with the Mistress. She looked down on her two performers who were still holding their exposed positions.
Suddenly, in response to an order, the two girls dropped their hands to the floor and opened their legs further. The Mistress walked round the two girls and appeared to be studying their smooth sex lips. After issuing some orders to the girls she allowed them to clamber off the benches, pick up their discarded knickers and ran away to change. She stood and continued to watch until the two pert bottoms had disappeared through the far door.
Mary passed through another door to the side and skipped down the corridor. Excited voices reached her ears as she entered the changing area and, turning a corner, found that all the girls were enjoying a hot shower. Jenny spotted Mary immediately and stepped out of the hot spray to run straight to her. “Oh Mary” She exclaimed “How long have you been here?” She didn’t wait for a reply as she leapt into Mary’s arms. Jenny’s wet slimy body slithered against Mary’s rubber bodice so she grabbed her slippery butt cheeks and held her close.
“You look lovely sweetheart” she whispered in Jenny’s ear. Jenny was a very slim girl, about 150cm tall and weighed about 45kg. She had long black hair that had been tied up for her shower. Jenny’s mix of Asian cultures gave her face and body a lovely permanent light tan that shimmered in the haze of moisture and bright lights.
Mary adored her huge deep brown eyes, dominant nose and luscious lips. Her cute firm breasts were topped with ample dark nubs that Mary loved to nibble. The silky swell of her firm bottom felt like it had been carved from the finest marble “I saw your reward darling! Just watching has made me go all gooie!” she purred ”You must have pleased the Mistress tonight”.
Jenny had now wrapped her legs round Mary and, as she was carried by her friend back into the shower, she felt fingers begin to explore her open vulva and anus. Together the girls washed and played with each other and soon Mary was as naked as her friend. Their kisses were soft and tender at first but gradually became more and more intense and they were soon exploring each other’s vibrant body. But they craved privacy and as most of the girls were engaged in similar activities they left the showers, quickly dressed and slipped out of the sports centre.
Although Mary was a little heavier than Jenny, the two girls looked like twins with their long dark hair, identical body shape and matching pink outfits. Holding hands, laughing and giggling, they raced across the darkening field and disappeared into the edge of the southern forest. Several weeks ago Mary and Jenny had found a clearing in the woods and used it to gain a little seclusion from the prying eyes of their superiors.
They loved to play bondage games and had hidden various items in a little camp they had constructed. As they ran Jenny explained how the sports Mistress had rewarded her and she suspected that there would be more rewards to come! Finally the pathway ended and after a quick detour they arrived at their own little secret garden. Day light was fading fast and a full moon had risen above the tree line creating a bluish hue around the clearing. They each helped the other out of their rubber dresses and collapsed to the soft grass in a desperate embrace of passion and lust.
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From the shadows of the sports centre Sandy had watched the girls race up the darkening meadow and when they had entered the tree line set off in pursuit. She was in a dark mood tonight and was determined to cause as much trouble for Mary as she could, provided it didn’t hurt Jenny in any way.
Sandy had had a crush on Jenny through school and it had now intensified to a new level that only lovers can understand. She was sure that Jenny would melt towards her if only Mary wasn’t around. She had had a setback when it was decided that she would enter the security forces whilst Jenny had made it to the privilege section of the workforce. Jenny had the right qualities for Goddess status and hopefully one day she would attain it.
However, Sandy was happy in security. It suited her aggressive temperament and she had already received complements from her superiors on several occasions. Her martial arts skills were exceptional and she had remained at the top of her year for the last two seasons. Sandy had made sure that she had qualified for the Year One dance group so that she could be close to Jenny, and tonight it had paid dividends. She made sure that she was the first to reward Jenny in the sports hall. She dipped her face into her friend’s magnificent sex for the first time and explored her rich succulent anus and cunt lips, the taste of which still lingered on her tongue and mouth. The memory of that brief examination into her precious portals was generating vivid pangs of desire within Sandy’s body.
From her position in the shower she had watched the two girls fondle and embrace each other before they had eventually slipped away. Sandy had encouraged the attentions of another dancer named Maggy, who’s head she was holding between her spread legs. She liked this girl as she had a very compliant and obedient nature. They were both about 160cm tall but whereas Sandy had long golden hair Maggy’s was dark and short. Like Sandy she had excelled in the martial art classes and had also entered the security section of The Farm. Her friend seemed to understand Sandy’s needs as she had proved time and time again with her wicked tongue.
Her friend had been disappointed when she had left the showers but still helped Sandy to dress in her black rubber outfit which included shirt, mini flared skirt, stockings, boots and utility belt. Sandy’s wet golden hair streamed behind her as she raced towards the dark edge of the forest. She found the path and followed it through a maze of turns, dips and hillocks. Suddenly the path ended and she was confronted with thick bushes on all sides. The moon was bright and she could clearly see her surroundings so she stood perfectly still and listened intently. After a few seconds the sound of distant voices came to her. Estimating the direction, she carefully pushed her way between the foliage and trees. However It took her a good thirty minutes of searching before she finally came to the edge of the clearing where the girls were playing out their fantasy.
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Roger and James had been carefully noting numbers and details of activities from their hiding place on a small ridge overlooking The Farm. They had been taking pictures and transmitting them for several hours now, but as darkness was closing in, they were preparing to settle down for the night. This part of the job was tedious so when Roger noticed some unusual activity at one of the buildings he perked up. He identified the large structure as the gymnasium and watched as two figures dressed in short pink dresses ran across the parking area, up the meadow and disappear into the line of trees. He peered through the gloom with his binoculars and made a mental note of the entrance they used to the woods.
James was not happy when Roger disclosed his plan to investigate the girls that he had observed, but reluctantly agreed when he promised to take care and return in one hour. Roger was soon on his way after sorting out a light pack and carefully made his way from the ridge to the edge of the forest. He found the path and was soon weaving his way deeper into the dark foreboding woods. Dressed in black, he would be invisible to anyone that he came into contact with, which would give him a vital edge if any kind of conflict developed.
It was much darker now than when the earlier figure of Sandy had passed along the same path, but Roger located the clearing in the forest a lot easier than Sandy. Using a small infra red devise he was able to home in on exactly where the girls were playing their games. From his hiding place he could clearly see, off to the left, two naked girls, but it took a while to make out the exact detail of their activity. The Moon light gave them a surreal blue appearance as the beams reflected from their perspiring skin.
One girl was tied to a log that had fallen to the floor of the glade. Her body lay along the trunk of the old tree whilst her arms and legs had been secured to branches that grew out from the sides. Her legs were bent back and apart, thus revealing the girls inviting sex and bottom. Roger became erect even though from his vantage point he could not see every detail, whereas his imagination was running wild. The second girl was flicking her with a thin whippy branch across her breasts and tummy causing little squeals to escape from behind the red ball gag that was firmly fixed in her mouth. Rogers jaw dropped as the second girl dropped the stick and, kneeling down, dipped her head into her captive’s sex.
He covered the short distance to the naked figures in a flash and a swift blow to the back of the bobbing head with his leather cosh instantly disabled the girl. The bound and gagged girl began to buck and kick within her bindings but she had been tied securely and had to watch as Roger hogtied her lifeless naked friend. Now he turned back to the spread-eagled girl and, turning on his flashlight, set it down to illuminate the area. Roger examined the girls smooth pussyand could not believe his luck. “Oh my god what a tight little cunt you have my girl!” He said, but suddenly, as he started to spread her tight lips, his fumbling fingers located her chastity bar. “ What the fuck have we here?” He exclaimed. Roger could see the two pierced rings holding the bar in place so taking a pair of pliers from his rucksack, he moved in to free the girl from the devise. “Hold still girl or I’ll cut your fucking clitoris off!” The girl froze but continued to scream her head off.
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Jayne’s driver urged her Pog to quicken his pace. One of her favourite third year security officers had turned up with her chariot at about 9 pm and they had set off towards the southern end of The Farm. Eve was an intelligent and stunning eighteen year who stood about 170cm tall. Her slim muscle bound form dominated most of her fellow officers. She was the youngest sergeant on The Farm and had all the right qualities to reach the top levels of the security forces.
Eve also had an incredibly sexy figure and as their vehicle trundled southwards Jayne wondered why she had never taken the chance to share her bed with this attractive girl. “Eve” she asked, “What is moral like amongst the girls?”
“It’s very strong Mistress” she replied “Ever since our victory last month I think we have gone from strength to strength.” Eve was referring to an incursion by a group of male natives. The Security Forces had driven them back inflicting serious casualties. Luckily The Farm had only lost five girls and suffered very few casualties. The Forces had captured 25 prisoners, most of which had been absorbed into the Pog herd. Jayne looked down on the two pounding beasts hauling her chariot and wondered if either of them had been involved in that last attack on The Farm. She had a bad feeling about tonight.
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