The Pog Farm

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The Pog Farm.  Chapter Five.

By Tor Melati.

Greta’s elite troops slowly made their way through the forest towards the area they estimated had been the source of the distress flare. Jayne and Greta held back a little so that they would be able to respond if any of the girls in the line sounded the alarm on their whistles. Jayne sat astride a fine battle Pog who easily maintained a steady pace through the lush undergrowth. Kaa was bright tonight and cast a bluish light over the thick scrubland. The trees were thinly spaced so Jayne was able to see her fellow searchers in the distance on either side. Soon she became aware that the pack of hounds, up ahead, had become quite excited.

A few minutes later the two groups met up in a clearing, and together with Greta, Jayne rode over to chat with the leader of the pack. This girl was a Maroon and as she approached them she smartly saluted, pushing her right fist in the air. She had the flashes on her shoulders of a 10th Dan which gave her authority over more than half of her fellow Maroons. This girl was taller and slimmer than her average colleague and sported long brown flowing locks that tumbled  over her shoulders.

Although Jayne had always been wary of the Maroons she had the deepest respect for their fearless heroics and stamina.  This specialist commando group provided leadership and backbone and were vital to the security of The Farm. They provided the day to day policing within The Pog Farm and carried out all criminal investigations. Most minor crimes were usually dealt with by the various lieutenants but the Maroons were brought in whenever a serious crime occurred. The thought of this ever happening brought instant nightmares to every girl.

On a secondary level they helped to train the young recruits to respect discipline as only a Hermaphrodite can. Traditional initiations were an important part of character building so Jayne and the Council encouraged the Maroons to prepare the girls for the harsh lifestyle facing them. It was absolutely vital that they experience the threat from the male species without actually coming into contact with them. Their ancestors established The Farm in 84, and now 246 years later The Maroons were still part of the Royal linage and therefore all Hermaphrodites like their distant cousins.

Many stories had circulated The Farm about these initiation attacks usually involving accusations of gang rapes, but witnesses and evidence had never materialized.  Along with the Border Patrol and the Southern Defence forces, Greta Commanded The Maroons and had always defended and protected them when ever investigations were suggested. Jayne knew of at least three third year soldiers who had needed hospital treatment for rape injuries but they had refused to give evidence or explain how it had happened.

Her friend Pat had examined the girls at the laboratory, and been shocked at the severity of the punishment that had been meted out. However, what was even more surprising was that, without hesitation, they all wanted to return to their platoons. In the final analysis discipline was excellent in the border patrol so the Council hadn’t investigated any of these occasional incidents.

“The hounds have picked up a hostile scent Madam” The young Maroon said addressing Greta. “I think we should let them loose, otherwise the scum bag will escape into the night!” she added breathlessly.

“Yes I agree Stephanie, but keep up with the pack. We don’t want a dead body, we want one that can answer a lot of questions!”

The tall Maroon saluted again and mounted her Battle Pog. She was a very attractive and effeminate girl and Jayne realized that she was smitten with her appearance and attitude.

Jayne recognized this girl from several encounters over the last couple of years but this was the first time she had come face to face with her. This was hardly surprising as there were about 2000 Maroons in a total Farm population of over 60,000 and her duties would have taken her over the whole territory . She watched Stephanie prepare her Pog for the pursuit and found herself wondering what it felt like having a male-like  member inside her tight rubber knickers. She watched as the tall elegant hermaphrodite released the dogs and the pursuit started. The noisy Pack consisted of four large white wolf hounds who had obviously picked up the scent, as they raced off into the night, hotly pursued by the Pogs and their mounts.

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Roger was one step ahead of the search party. The noise from the hounds had provided him with directional sense and he had been able to turn east and double back. Soon with the help of some familiar landmarks he was able to fall in behind them and pick up the trail that he had used when he left the girls. Now he crossed his original path and headed to the west. The hounds would follow his old trail and discover the girls bound and gagged in the centre of the clearing. The punishment that he had meted out to them would pale into insignificance when the hounds arrived on the scene. Roger wanted to stay and watch the fuck session that would ensue but it was too dangerous and he reluctantly carried on towards the north and relative safety.

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Mary fought back the tears that threatened to destroy her resolve. At least ten minutes had passed since the grotesque man had attacked and raped them. She was still furious at being caught so easily, but her main concern was for her sobbing friend, Jenny. She was aware that he had beaten them all and that they would be experiencing as much pain as she was. He had deliberately targeted the crack between her arse cheeks and  rained several blows down on her exposed pussy lips. When she came to the forest with her friend for some spanking games, little did she realise that they would end up like this. Even though her pussy lips screamed with pain she was aware that her cunt ached to be filled. She could still feel the plunging sensation of the fuck monster and wondered if he would return.

She was still running the events of their assault through her mind when she became aware of a presence behind her. Alarmed, she wondered if the monster had returned, but then something really weird happened.  Her mind received a sharp clear picture of 745, her farm Pog, and as she lifted her head, to her amazement, there he was standing in front of her, staring down with his huge baleful eyes. Many questions flashed through her mind, the foremost being, where the hell had he come from?

She could see the sadness and concern on his face and also seemed to feel the distress in his mind. Being gagged she tried to reach out to him with her mind and plead for him to try and release her. It seemed to work for his eyes widened and he nodded his head before disappearing round behind her. She bit her lip as she felt his snout nestle up against her sore and vulnerable pussy lips and tried to ignore the pain and squishy feelings that began to flow as he manoeuvred a grip with his teeth on her bonds. 745 was having to twist, push and pull in his attempt to cut the rope and Mary gasped as his snout gradually worked its way between her soft wet lips and began to massage her tender  clit. With no golden bar to block his snout his attentions were causing her rich oily juices to flow. Once again she felt a huge aching to have her cunt filled, and she couldn’t help thinking of 745’s huge penis that she had fondled this very morning.

He abruptly withdrew his snout and she moaned with disappointment. For some reason she felt incredibly anxious. Could he have become drunk from the scent of her cunt juices? Was he about to plunge his weapon into her succulent pussy? These questions suddenly disappeared. She didn’t know how she knew but she was certain that terrible danger was approaching. The answer to her question soon materialized as the distant sound of the hounds reached her. The other girls heard the fast approaching sound as well and all three of them began to struggle and call out through their gags for help. The next sound froze the blood in her veins as 745 let out a blood curdling squeal and a number of hounds barked, growled and yelped in  obvious pain and anger as they began to clash with each other.

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Stephanie urged her Pog on in pursuit of the pack. The hounds had disappeared from view but she could easily follow them as they left a wide swath through the  undergrowth. Her ride was a champion racer but he had already fallen some way behind the howling hounds. Suddenly she heard the screech of a squealing Pog followed by the sounds of animals fighting . Her Pog responded to the sound of his fellow beasts in distress and with one final burst of energy exploded into the clearing to confront the melee.

Stephanie pulled up, and in the dim light she could see three of her hounds and a Pog were mauling each other in a terrifying ball of legs and bodies. She sounded the whistle between her lips several times before the pack finally separated  and backed away from the wounded Pog. By the light of Kaa she could see that her pack had given him quite a mauling so, using her blowpipe she delivered a stun dart to his defenceless upper body.   Her attention now turned to further sounds about 100 meters to the North. Her remaining hound had found more prey and as she approached the sounds her heart leapt into her mouth as she began to make out the situation. Three naked girls were bound and gagged in such a method that left there exposed bottoms in the air. Her fourth hound had avoided the fight and made straight for the girl’s inviting pussy. He was now pounding the middle girls cunt with all his energy.

Stephanie sounded her whistle several times but the lustful hound continued to piston fuck the poor defenceless girl. She bucked and twisted under the pumping hound, but this only seemed to drive the animal on to more aggressive plunges. Stephanie withdrew her blowpipe again and reluctantly fired a dart into the flank of her precious hound. It took a few seconds but gradually the animal went limp and collapsed onto the back of the protesting girl. She dismounted and carefully lifted the hound up, but his member was still rigid and she had to struggle to dislodge the engorged head from the girls tight vagina.  He finally came free with a loud ‘plop’ and she laid him to one side of the moaning girls.

Stephanie paused for a second and looked down at the three brutally whipped exposed bottoms and licked her lips. Her member had burst into life within its tight rubber prison and was struggling to free itself. The sight of so much young pussy caused her eyes to glaze over and she began to imagine her hard muscle sliding into their tight juicy channels. The girl on the left had such a petite pair of pussy lips, she imagined that she would be a gloriously tight fuck. There were rumours that the council had allowed younger girls to graduate when they out performed there older classmates.  Could this girl be a year younger? If only she had an hour or two to investigate! she mused, maybe later, but now she must release them without delay. She did however steal the chance, as she knelt behind the first girl, to savour the delicious scent of hot pussy.

Just as she began to cut the girls bonds the rest of the rescue party arrived on the scene and gathered around the naked girls. Jayne dismounted and strode up to Stephanie. “Leave them gagged and take them back to your office for interrogation.” She ordered. “And patch up the Pog. He can go on the Barberry truck tomorrow with the rest of the rejects.!”

“Yes Madam” she replied “but don’t forget there is a Man on the loose and we have to track him down.”

Greta had been standing beside Jayne and now interjected. “Stephanie, that will have to wait till the morning. Seal up the borders, alert the entire patrol and at first light we will start searching again. Now clean up this mess and get them back to your office.”

“I want a report on my desk in the morning. Find out what these three girls were doing with this Pog in the middle of the night up here in the forest. Now we must go and inspect the southern gate ” added Jayne. The light was poor and she had failed to notice that one of the three was the very same assistant that she had admired earlier in the day. Anyway, time was running out and the two ladies quickly remounted their Pogs and, along with Eve and three of The Maroons, headed off towards the south.

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The Maroons barracks and offices were enclosed in a fenced off section midway between the southern and eastern gates. This facility was completely self contained and half of the Maroons were billeted here. The other half were stationed at an identical enclosure in the north eastern section of the farm. Three experienced 4th Dan  Maroons had helped Stephanie take the bound and gagged girls back for questioning. The three prisoners were left in holding cells whilst she attended to her dogs. The barracks had a skeleton staff tonight as most of the girls had been put on alert. This was quite normal as they generally patrolled at night and slept during the day. Once three hospital cells had been prepared, Stephanie chose a girl named Jade to assist her and dismissed the other two disappointed Hermaphrodites. Jade, a close friend, had helped her on several initiations and knew what would be expected of her tonight.

Once the prisoners had been photographed and fingerprinted they were taken, still gagged, to hospital cells and laid on their backs on the tiny padded bench that occupied the centre of each soundproofed white room. A stainless steel ‘T’ bar was lowered above the girl to which four leather cuffs were attached. Stephanie first attached the girls wrists to the inner cuffs and then her ankles to the pair of outer cuffs that were spread about two feet apart. Whilst the T bar was down the girl remained resting on her back and her knees were bent and spread wide apart. Her exposed bottom rested right on the edge of the bench enabling a nurse or interrogator total access to her cunt and arse. If additional humiliation was required they would raise the bar lifting the unfortunate victim into the air. The padded table would then be removed and replaced with a bench equipped with a metal dildo.  This prong would be oiled and the prisoner would be slowly lowered until their arse was fully impaled. Various controls on the bench allowed the operator to apply electric shocks, fluid enemas or worst of all the bowel worm.

All three girls were prepared in this fashion and left to consider the story that they were about to provide their interrogators. Stephanie had spoken to each of them in turn whilst she applied cream to their sore and beaten bottoms “Think carefully” she warned “if your stories differ in any way you will end up on the auction block!”. The girls knew that this was not an empty threat and hoped that the other girl’s stories would match their own. Stephanie’s fingers had been busy whilst she gave this advise, thoroughly examining each of the six orifices that were presented to her.

Hardly able to contain her excitement Stephanie left the trembling girls and made her way to the rest room to meet with Jade and prepare for the interrogations. She found Jade seated in an easy chair eating a sandwich with one hand and holding her erect member in the other. Her knees were wide apart and she had pushed her bottom to the edge of the seat. A young bitch puppy stood before her with her head buried between Jade’s legs providing her with a relaxing tongue fuck. Stephanie slowly slipped out of her rubber knickers and placed a large cushion behind the puppy. Jade watched as she knelt on the cushion and spread the bitches knees wide apart. This girl had just arrived for training and Stephanie looked down to examine her remodelled cunt lips

These animals were sent down to the Maroons for training and evaluation before they were designated to their future owners. If they failed in their various duties they would end up at the Battle stations as a mate for a successful battle Pog. The large cunt that she now parted with her thumbs showed no signs of the surgery that had been performed to expand her organs. It was wet and inviting and her rigid member slid easily into the succulent tunnel. As she fucked the mewing animal at one end, Jade pulled the bitches head deeper into her groin and sighed deeply as she reached a mild climax.  “Not bad, but not good!” commented Jade as she extracted herself from the bitches tongue. “This one has a lot to learn!”.

Within a few minutes Stephanie had tired of wet loose pussy so she steered the animal round to enable the bitch to clean her up. “I think you are right” she said as the puppy slurped her own juices from her member. “This one had better improve or she’ll be sucking Pog’s bollocks for the rest of her life!”  Both girls burst out laughing.  “OK I’m ready” she added “Let’s get on with it!” Their members were rock hard as they left the room and made their way to start their interrogations.

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Maggy’s head was reeling. She had watched her friend Sandy, earlier in the evening, run off after Mary and Jenny and had then reported for duty at The Maroons barracks. This was the fifth day of her first posting and she was still extremely nervous of  working with this elite group. She had heard all the rumours regarding the Hermaphrodites and even Sandy had deliberately scared her with her own wild stories.

All the stories involved torture and beatings and Maggy wanted to avoid any such punishments if she could. She felt certain though, that if she kept her head down (usually sucking an erection), pleased these tough girls and did a good job, they would leave her alone. One of the officers did worry her though, and she had already endured several humiliating, but mild punishments in front of the officer’s friends.

Maggy had been tending to the Pogs and cleaning the stables for several hours when a group of four Maroons arrived escorting three prisoners.  She had helped to tie up the Pogs and watched as they led their charges towards the main building. As they got closer to the sodium lights Maggy gasped, for she suddenly recognized the first bedraggled figure. There before her very eyes stood her beloved Sandy, naked, bound and gagged.

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To be continued............   Look out for chapter six.

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