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THE POG FARM story and all of its direct and interconnected chapters is COPYRIGHTED. The author, Tor Melati, reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely circulated online, posted and archived electronically, only in its entirety, including all summaries, header material and reviews by the author. It may not be altered or distorted without the authors permission. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author.
The Pog Farm Chapter 7
By Tor Melati,
Stephanie was disappointed with this turn of events. As soon as she had clapped eyes on the three young offenders she had been determined to take advantage of their guilt. She had decided to claim authority over the girls and administer the punishment within the Maroon’s barracks for at least a week or two. Now she had to decide if the lure of these nubile youngsters would lead her to pursue this little game a bit further. The cute one with the bunches and tight cunny that she had chosen to interrogate first had really surprised her in her sheer blatant sexual response. She had enjoyed many years of breaking in raw recruits but Mary was so exceptional she would gladly take her into her small group of pussy slaves at her residence on the Royal Estate.
Now that Eve had arrived and explained the council’s decision, Stephanie realized that the girls were being wrenched from her grasp. She reluctantly led Eve down to the mess hall where the trio were working on their hands and knees cleaning the floor. Eve was not surprised to see the girls had been fitted with one of the Maroon’s favourite items of punishment, the snatch belt! The belt was in two parts, a leather strap that passed between their legs, attached front and back to a tight, severely boned corset. Within the strap was a huge rubber dildo that the wearer was forced to engorge into their anuses before the belt was fastened and tightened. The dildo was hollow making it impossible for the wearer to control their bowels. If they spent long periods in these belts they would spent half their time cleaning up each other’s shit.
Eve asked Stephanie to organize the release of the girls from their punishment belts, mittens and hoods and have them delivered to the laboratory within the next hour. She also requested rubber ‘Slave’ tunics and ‘O’ ring gags as she didn’t want them talking to each other. When Eve had left, Stephanie delegated the task of preparing the girls and waited in her office for their presentation. Twenty minutes later two young soldiers led the three offenders in and rowed them up in front of Stephanie who had seated herself on the couch.
The three girls looked stunning in their small black rubber ‘Slave’ tunics. This article of clothing was similar to their ordinary working dress except it was a much thicker rubber and constricted their bodies in the tight garment. Erect nipples were trying to escape their peep holes and the front section of the skirt was cut away in order to display their smooth nubile assets. Similar heights and build, Stephanie mused that the three girls presented a virginal image that was about to change after their visit to the laboratory. They were forced to their knees and one by one Stephanie directed them to pay homage to her throbbing penis. The three girls were completely oblivious to their up and coming assignments and were relieved to be released from the awful butt plug belts that they had been forced to wear. They took it in turns to savour their mistress as they each dipped their heads, slipping the metal rings of their gags over her upright member. Mary was third in line and delighted the Hermaphrodite by taking it deep into her throat. She had a natural talent and even raised her delicate hands to massage her ejaculating bollocks whilst manoeuvring her mouth so that she could finished her off and suck her creamy juices down her sore throat.
Stephanie was well aware of the rivalry between Mary and Sandy, for when she had interrogated the girls she had discovered they were both infatuated with the doll like figure of Jenny. Now she made Mary stand, spread her legs and offer her pert little pussy to the face of her jealous rival. Sandy needed a little encouragement from Stephanie’s stinging crop, but soon her little pink tongue was darting in and out of Mary’s tight juicy cunt.
Whilst Mary moaned and Sandy tongue fucked, Stephanie, once more erect, ordered Jenny to take up the ‘split’ position. For this pose the girl raises her right leg high above her head and grasps her raised ankle with both hands. It is one of the most important stances taught at school and all the girls become extremely able at holding this position for long periods. The school’s aim is to give the girls perfect balance as well as making sure they become bold and proud to display their pretty little cunts to their superiors. Now Stephanie examined this dainty slim girl and had to agree that she was very attractive. About 45kg, long glossy hair and a natural golden skin, her eyes gleamed and showed no fear as the Hermaphrodite nudged her stiff member against her stretched gaping labia lips. Stephanie placed one hand behind Jenny’s neck and the other on her pert butt and plunged deep into her soft vagina in one firm smooth movement.
A gasp escaped the young girls soft lips and for a moment the kneeling figure of Sandy paused in her attentions to Mary’s gaping pussy to look up at her beloved Jenny who was now receiving the fuck of her short life, and apparently enjoying every moment of it. For the second time in a day Sandy had to suffer the humiliation of sucking on the sex of a girl she detested and watching the other three descend into massive climaxes. Stephanie looked across into Mary’s glazed eyes and somehow became locked onto her intense stare. They seemed to share a common desire and goal and both simultaneously shuddered through their own explosive experiences. Stephanie had run out of time so she called for her assistants and dismissed the girls. This was their final act of humiliation in the Maroon’s barracks and the relieved girls were led away to march to the laboratory.
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When Maggy finished her night shift she rushed straight back to her room carrying a small parcel of items that she had ‘borrowed’ from the Maroon’s store rooms. She unrolled the black towel and studied the items before her. A stun gun, a dart gun, spare ammunition, handcuffs, a torch, several explosive pellets of X5, a vile of Brothlyne and a sterile syringe. She had been very careful this morning as she secreted these items into her locker and was sure that they would not be missed for a few days. Tonight she would feign illness, secure one of the Pogs and slip away from The Pog Farm to head for Barberry Town. She had been Sandy’s partner for the last year and she was determined to save her from a fate worse than death.
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James watched the road carefully as the ponies pounded along at a fast trot. They had been travelling for about half an hour and they would soon have to stop to rest and feed the girls. He spotted a good location up ahead, so he reigned them in and steered off the road into a small group of trees and bushes. The landscape was quite hilly and rocky and James was nervous that scavengers might be watching the road. Travelling by night was considered to be safer in this territory but he was not taking any chances. When they were stationery Cameron unhitched the team from the cart and allowed the girls to hunch down on their knees. He then had to feed them and one by one take them off to relieve themselves. James had made himself comfortable on the grass and drifted off to sleep.
A sharp pain in his side brought him awake with a start. “Get up you dirty scumbag!” demanded a strange rough voice. He tried to make out the dark shape that looked down on him and cursed his stupidity in falling asleep in such a dangerous territory. When he didn’t move, several hands grabbed his arms and dragged him to his feet and he found himself facing a bearded Nomad warrior brandishing a huge knife. Over his shoulder he could see that the team of ponies had been reunited with the cart, but to one side lay the comatose figure of his servant, Cameron. Four arrows protruded from his back.
The Bearded man looked James up and down and said, “I think we have caught ourselves a fine slave here!” The others murmured in agreement. “Strip him down and bind him behind the cart,” he ordered, and then added “The Gods are smiling on us tonight! Three ponies and a slave. I’m sure they will fetch a tidy sum at the auction. We’ll stop on the way and prepare them! Let’s get going!” The four men that held James carefully removed his clothing and bound his wrists and elbows behind his back with coarse rope. The loose end was passed down between his legs and a lead of about ten feet was attached to the back of his cart.
James’s mind was racing as he knew only too well what these animals were planning to do to him. He was determined to come up with a plan before it was too late. Without delay the small group of nomads and their captured prizes trundled off across the countryside, heading for their hidden settlement. James was relieved when, after about an hour, they arrived at their destination deep within a rocky valley. He had endured a nightmare journey of stumbles, falls and rope burns that he would never forget. His naked body was covered in bruises, cuts and scrapes but thanked the gods that his bones had survived so many falls. As they approached a high rock face a large black hole came into view and the group of bandits led the limping figure into the interior.......
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Roger was very hungry and totally exhausted when he finally made camp in long grass and reeds at first light. He had travelled all night and under the cover of darkness had covered a lot of ground. It was too dangerous to hang around the southern city so he had headed north, in the general direction of the Royal mines. He had seen maps of the Pog farm but had very little idea of the location of the magnificent Royal Gold Mines. Deep sleep had overtaken him and the warm sunshine helped to regenerate his strength. When he finally woke the sun was high and he estimated that he had managed at least six hours sleep. As he stretched he became aware of the feint aroma of smoke and cooking. Carefully standing, he scoured the horizon and sure enough a thin column of smoke rose steadily about a mile to the north.
It took Roger an hour to carefully circle the area and close in on what appeared to be a small campsite beside a small lake. As he got closer he could see a small log cabin and a corral which contained three Pogs. Two girls dressed in Maroon rubber tunics and boots appeared to be having a heated discussion and within a few minutes entered the corral, mounted Pogs and trotted off in an easterly direction. Roger waited a while and eventually crept down to the dark wooden structure. The wall that he had approached had a small window with a pair of wooden shutters that were partially closed. This helped him to peer into the interior of the cabin and spy another member of the group apparently cleaning up after a meal. Roger waited until she disappeared into an joining room and then slipped through the open entrance doorway.
Roger was too bold, for as he stepped over the threshold onto a small mat, a bell sounded, warning the occupants of his arrival. Before he could recover the girl was standing in the doorway “Ellie........” she started to say and then realized she had an intruder “Who are you? “ she stammered.
Roger’s hungry eyes slowly examined the small figure standing in the doorway. She stood about 1m55cm in her bare feet, strong legs supported her slim torso. Dressed in a very short light blue rubber dress, flaired skirt and tight bodice, her ample bosoms strained against the shiny material. The girls generous dark nipples protruded through tiny holes in the latex . Her short sleeve dress was finished at the neck with a broad heavy band of rubber which sported a large metal ring and lock hanging from the front.
The girl’s long flowing golden hair fell around her shoulders and framed her exceptionally beautiful face. Huge blue eyes were wide in alarm and her little pink tongue flicked along her full rosebud lips. Suddenly in a blur of movement the girl lifted her arms, jumped up and grabbed something above the door. She lifted her feet up, and placing them on the door jam, launched herself upwards and disappeared out of site. Roger crossed the room and slowly edged through the door in case the petite form dropped onto him. But as he entered the small bedroom he was just in time to see her climb through a small skylight in the sloping wooden ceiling.
Roger gaped up as the girls bare bottom and legs wriggled through the small frame revealing her smooth plump pussy lips. Enjoying the sight of her sex he suddenly realized she was getting away, so turning, he rushed back through the room and out into the bright sunshine. Racing round to the back of the cabin he was just in time to see her land and run away towards a line of trees above the campsite. She was running for her life but he was faster and within 100 meters he had closed her down. A flying tackle brought her to ground and Roger fell onto her legs as she tumbled beneath him. “Please don’t kill me!” she screamed. Roger moved up her little body placed his hand on her pert smooth bottom and replied, “Lay still girl!”
She wriggled and screamed as he grasped her hips and rolled her over onto her back. He had to put one leg over her legs and hold her arms down until she calmed down. Roger could now examine her at close quarters and gasped at the angelic form before him. Her legs were locked together but still revealed the cleft of her smooth cunny. “Please,” she pleaded “Don’t kill me Mister”.
“Calm down!” He ordered “I’m not going to kill you, lay still and tell me who you are and what you are doing here!”
“My name is Lucy and I look after my two Mistresses who patrol the banks of the river Web.” She sobbed. “Where have you come from? I have never seen an upright man before.”
“Never you mind girl! When do you expect them to return?” He demanded
Her baby blue eyes looked into his and he could tell she was going to lie.
“Soon, and they will kill you if you hurt me.....” her voice trailed away as she realized her lie was transparent.
“I see,” he replied and jumping to his feet dragged the girl back to the cabin where he threw her onto the bed. There was only one bed so he supposed the girl was used to sharing with her hermaphrodite mistresses. He was in a state of intense arousal and Lucy seemed to recognize the effect she was having on him.
“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked in her most angelic voice. “My Mistresses were angry this morning and neither of them used my soft pussy.” Roger stared down into her pleading eyes and watched as she parted her thighs to present him with her inviting slot. The skirt of her dress was up around her waist and the fair skin of her tummy, pussy and legs was indeed an enticing image. With her legs spread wide, her little cunt blossomed to reveal her glistening inner labia.
Roger undid his belt and dropped his trousers. His erect member sprang out and the girl gasped. “My God! You are so big Mister. That won’t fit in my little pussy! Can I taste it instead?” She asked.
“Don’t worry my little honey trap, open your legs wider and your little cunt will swallow it to the hilt!” Lucy complied and gasped as his meaty cock probed at the entrance to her tight orifice.
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Mary was hoping that the nightmare of the last day was finally over but she was soon to find out that it had only just begun. Four soldiers had escorted the three girls to the Laboratory and placed them in separate cells. Now after a short wait she found herself on an examination table in the operating theatre and realized that something very bad was about to happen. Her head and neck were fastened down with brown leather straps and her bottom was positioned on the front edge of the table. Next they fastened her wrists to the back corners of the small square padded area and then lifted her legs up and back so that they could be buckled into similar leather straps half way between her head and her wrists. In this position Mary’s legs and bottom were spread wide open to give the doctors perfect access to her cunt. One of the three straps around Mary’s head held a large ball gag in place and would completely muffle her screams. She had been here a couple of times before to have her gold bar fitted and changed and hoped that they were about to give her a new one.
She started to moan as the doctor wheeled a trolley into place and began to examine her exposed tight pussy. She could feel the Doctor spreading her labia lips and massage her clitoral nub between her thumb and forefinger. Her moan became a gargle, as she felt her nub being stretched, and then she screamed as a fierce pain seared its way through the very fabric of her cunt. Scream and struggle as she tried, Mary could not relieve the awful pain that scorched through her body. But the doctors were moving on now and She held her breath as she felt her right nipple being stretched away from her body. Another terrible flash of pain followed and a few seconds later a third stinging screamer, from her left nipple. Her head was strapped back tightly to the table so she couldn’t actually see what was happening, but it now became clear that she was being ringed like a common auction slave. Mary’s realisation of her probable future caused a minor panic to develop in her mind and she lost control as the Doctor continued to transform her once innocent body.
To be continued.........................
Look out for chapter 8.
History and background information of The Pog Farm is now available on my NEW web site at www.tormelati.co.uk You will also see over the coming months additional stand alone stories that are connected to the ongoing saga of THE FOUR KINGDOMS............Thank you for reading.............enjoy!
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