THE POG FARM...........................................CHAPTER ONE

A STORY BY TOR MELATI

CHAPTER ONE

Jayne leaned against the rail that ran the length of her veranda and surveyed the magnificent estate that stretched into the distance. She could see the lush green paddocks and stable areas to the east, and on the other side of the lake, to the south, the laboratory complex. It was tea time so most of the staff would be in the mess hall that was attached to the living quarters further over to the west. The main entrance drive wound up through the woods past the living quarters, turning 90 degrees and finished in front of the mansion.

Jayne watched as a large box van wound its way up the drive and pulled in at the back of the laboratory complex. The precious cargo that it contained would soon be unloaded and checked into the reception area. Jayne turned and began to make her way towards the stairs so that she could begin her journey to inspect the new arrivals. She paused at one of the doors in the entrance hall and called one of her assistants ‘Mary! Come with me!’ .

A slim figure appeared at the doorway and made a full curtsy. About 5 ft 6 inches tall, the slim diminutive figure quickly fell in behind her mistress as she strode towards the front door. Jayne had noticed that Mary was a little flushed and flustered so assumed that she had interrupted some sort of forbidden activity.

Her 16 year old assistant was dressed in her regulation uniform which consisted of a tight fitting pink rubber dress and broad black leather belt. The dress had a very short flared skirt that swished around the top of her thighs as she glided along. The thick tight rubber bodice was moulded to fit her perfectly formed pert breasts allowing her dark nipples to peak out from their display holes. Pretty lace trimmed the short puffy sleeves, high neck line and flared skirt.  She wore no underwear beneath the skirt but a pair of matching rubber stockings covered her legs and thighs. Hold up bands kept the stockings in place finishing just below her smooth hairless pussy which remained just out of sight to the casual observer. A black leather riding crop swung at her hip from the belt around her tiny waist.  Her outfit was completed with matching rubber gloves that finished at the elbows and finally a pair of pink glossy knee length boots which sported 4 inch stilettos. Although she had a choice of three transport girls, Jayne had deliberately called this girl as she had been impressed with her appearance and demeanour at the graduation meeting the previous week and was curious to see how she would perform her required task.

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Mary was a new trainee in the office and had been allocated transport and security duties for her first month. As yet Mistress Jayne  had not seemed to notice her even though she had made several attempts to catch her eye. Mistress Jayne was by far the most attractive of the Generals at the Farm and Mary wanted desperately to impress her. Earlier in the day Mary had been sent down to one of the paddocks with a message for one of the trainers and had watched as one of the Pogs was being put through some training routines. Mary’s eyes were drawn to the beast’s enormous organ and his trainer seemed quite amused at how her attendance had excited his animal. Mary knew that she was supposed to return to the office without delay but she had lingered a few minutes whilst she chatted with the trainer. She was aware that the pog had a perfect view up her skirt from his low seated position so she casually moved her heals apart to pose in an open legged stance. Mary could see that the tight metal ring at the base of the animal’s organ was obviously causing the poor creature further discomfort. His balls bulged and she estimated that his thick throbbing penis, that was now pointing straight up at her, was at least 25cm long. The beast’s hungry eyes, just one meter away, never left Mary’s smooth, tight lipped pussy as she chatted to the attractive trainer.  It was these memories that had been running through her head and caused her fingers to play with her now warm moist pussy lips just prior to her Mistress summoning her.

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Jayne stopped at the top front door step and waited for Mary to step beside her.

“Mary fetch your carriage!” she ordered.

The girl skipped down the steps and strode over to where a two seater cart  waited. She jumped up, picked up the reigns, and guided the Pog to stop in front of the mistress. Mary scurried round and politely opened the low door and waited. Jayne stepped down the stone stairway and seated herself in the passenger seat. 

“Take us down to the Laboratory” she said as Mary clambered back into the driver’s seat. The  girl unfastened her crop and lashed it down on the rear cheek of the stationery Pog. The startled animal jumped forward and quickly fell into a trot. Jayne was quietly impressed by the firmness that this new girl had displayed and made a mental note to make some time for a closer inspection.

As the carriage trundled down the drive Jayne asked “What were you doing when I called you Mary?”

Mary had a small round face and her glossy black hair was tied into bunches with large pink satin bows. Her large brown, doll like eyes glanced up at her mistress and her tongue moistened her luscious full lips. She hesitated only a second. “Mistress, I was day dreaming and my fingers wandered down to my pussy.” She answered truthfully.

Jayne looked down at the girls legs. Her knees were wide apart as she guided the carriage along the driveway but the soft material of her skirt had fallen between her legs just enough to hide her modesty.

“I see Mary. You know that you have committed a minor offence?” She asked

“Yes Mistress I am sorry. It won’t happen again.” Replied Mary quickly.

“OK Mary. Report to the duty Lieutenant when your shift ends and she will deal with you”. Before she could answer Jayne added “Pull in at the front of the Laboratory”.

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I will report when I have stabled the animal”.

They covered the half mile quickly but there was a small delay as they caught up with a group of Bitch Puppies that were being exercised along the road. A Lieutenant had five young trainees on leads and Jayne noted that they were proving difficult to control. It was probably only about three weeks since they had been modified and it was just dawning on the little creatures that their lives had now changed forever. With their little bottoms bobbling about in the air her eyes were drawn to their rosy swollen pussies that glistened in the bright sunshine.

Mary also watched the group until they branched off to the rear of the building, then she was able to guide her Pog to the front door of the Laboratory and bring it to a stop. She scrambled out of her side and skipped round to open the small side door for her Mistress. 

Jayne stepped down and turned to watch the small figure prepare the trap for its return journey. The young trainee slowly climbed up on the passenger side. Her short filmy skirt rode up as she bent forwards and Jayne was able to study Mary’s smooth, hairless milky bottom. For a couple of seconds, the girl paused as she lifted one leg up a step. Jayne was treated to the delectable sight of Mary’s tiny puckered anus and cute puffy sex lips. They were small and tight but in the bright sunshine she could see they glistened, a sure sign that the girl had been fiddling with herself! Jayne was surprised to note that the girls gold bar remained completely concealed within the soft delicate folds of her outer cunt lips. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she turned to enter the building as Mary had obviously been well trained to spread and display for her superiors at every opportunity. Jayne entered the reception area of the Laboratory and signalled to the young receptionist to open the security door.

Another trainee, Jenny, sat behind the long reception desk. She was dressed in an identical outfit to Mary’s and jumped up from her seat as her Mistress approached.  She greeted Jayne and curtsied awkwardly in the limited space behind the desk. Jayne signalled to her and the girl released the latch that secured the Laboratory door.  These young probationary trainees were started on the long road to goddess state with menial desk, transport and messenger jobs. It gave them a good grounding and experience of the Farm’s work ethic and if they succeeded in impressing the Council of Mistress’s then they would progress through the ranks.

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Mary had turned the carriage around and was on her way back to the Main House. She was angry that she had had to confess her indiscretion. Her mind went through the degrading punishments that she could be experiencing tonight. Mary lashed her crop down onto the Pogs buttocks taking care not to strike the poor creatures purple bollocks that bulged between his muscular thighs.  The cart surged forward and with each blow a grunt escaped the animals muzzled jaw. At about half distance Mary had to slow the cart down to avoid another group of Bitch Puppies passing on their way to the kennels.

Mary watched the young animals pass and thanked her lucky stars that she had avoided their fate. She couldn’t help watching their vulnerable bottoms deliberately exposed to display their enlarged sex lips.  She noticed one of the puppies look up in her direction and thought she recognized the pair of sad eyes within the animals mask.  But she shook off  the feeling and urged her Pog forward again to cover the short distance back to the house. Mary steered the carriage past the house and into the stabling yard.

After dismounting the carriage Mary examined her panting  Pog. He was perspiring and extremely smelly and made her feel a little woozy. He was a large animal covered in short brown hair and before his transformation he would probably have stood over 6 feet tall. He now stood on his shortened limbs which were permanently  encased in black rubber boots, the ends of which were moulded into realistic hoofs. These moulded limb extensions were regularly replaced at the medical centre.

The working Pogs were chosen from the failures at the battle stations and usually proved to be less virile. However,  this one was well endowed and Mary noticed that as she examined his condition he was becoming erect. The blinkers on his head harness restricted his field of vision to a narrow area, but he was twisting his neck, as she walked around, so that he could see her nubile form.  Mary felt a thrill at the power she held over these pathetic creatures and made sure that he caught glimpses of her pert bottom and sex as she bent down and swished around him.   The number 745 was branded on each of his limbs enabling him to be easily recognized in a group.

It was nearly four o’clock , the time that her shift was scheduled to finish. This would  be the  first time that she would stable her Pog on her own. Mary hardly gave it a second thought though. She quickly connected two short hobbling chains to his front and rear hoofs and then detached his harness. The main metal bar which ran across at the back of his legs had eyes at each end which were fixed to the chassis of the cart and the Pogs main body harness.  The centre of this bar had a ring that opened and closed around the Pogs  tight metal ring that permanently sat at the base of his penis and balls. Mary had to unfasten this ring and in doing so took the opportunity to feel the animals stiff member. It was rock hard and she found herself closing her fingers around his shaft. She squeezed, hard, and the animal moaned. The outer layer of skin moved backwards and revealed a huge plum coloured knob. 

Mary was excited but withdrew her hand.  After fixing a lead through his large metal nose ring, she led the hobbled animal slowly to the courtyard of the stables. The Pog sat back on his bottom whilst she first removed his head harness and then hosed him down. Satisfied with her efforts she led him into his stall and chained him up. A large bucket of food sat in one corner and she poured it into his trough. The animal was very docile and obedient and responded instantly to her commands, probably due to the wicked riding crop that she carried with her. It looked normal but at the flick of a switch on the handle, the tip could deliver a 5000 volt stun. Mary would have liked to linger a little as she was starting to have some more naughty thoughts, but she was aware of the order from Madam Jayne and she hastily finished her duties. She left him chomping away at the sticky slop and retraced her footsteps to the front door of the main building.

Mary was aware that her movements and behaviour were being closely monitored. There were numerous CCCT cameras around the farm and her superiors would continue for some time to study all of their new trainees. She was however fairly confident that there were plenty of areas that the cameras did not cover.

Forty 16 year old girls had graduated the previous week to the privileged section and Mary had finished near the top of the group. However this did not give her any advantage over the others as all the girls would rotate their duties over their first twelve months. She was so relieved that her future lay along this path rather than ending up as a Puppy or a farm hand, as indeed some of her closest friends had. Mary was resolved to prove herself worthy of this position and didn’t want to end up being modified of placed in one of the dairy or birthing farms.  She was much too slight to have made the military section which had its attractions to a lot of the girls.

As she entered the building one of the lieutenants approached her from the other end of the hall. Mary stopped and demurely curtsied as the tall figure approached. Mary recognized her and greeted her respectfully. “Good afternoon Madam Georgina I have been ordered by Mistress Jayne to report to the duty manager.” She kept her head down and held her pose, both hands holding the hem of her skirt out from her body.

“Ah Mary. I am the Duty Manager tonight. What have you been up to?”

Mary thought quickly. Madam Georgina had a wicked reputation and she didn’t want one of her terrible punishments. “I have just stabled my Pog Madam” She carefully replied. The tall figure, dressed in a tight black leather mini dress and knee length matching high heal boots, studied the bowing figure. She raised the crop that she held in her right hand and touched Mary under the chin lifting her head up so that she could gaze into her eyes.

“Good!” she replied “What was your misdemeanour?”

Mary gulped and hesitantly replied “I was daydreaming Madam, when the Mistress called me.”

“I see girl. Get up and follow me.” She ordered. The tall lieutenant led Mary down the hall  and into the Lieutenants Duty office. This was a large room where the Madams held discussions and informal meetings. This was a room that filled Mary with trepidation. The middle tier of Superior women carried out wicked punishments within these four walls and she had been warned about the dangers of upsetting the Lieutenants. There were usually one or two seated around the room but today it was empty with the exception of a bitch puppy curled up in a basket in one corner. As they entered the room the bitch jumped up and assumed the begging position.

Madam Georgina walked over to the tall cupboard and opened the double doors to reveal an assortment of punishment devices. She reached up and removed two metal bars that had leather cuffs attached at either end, and a head harness that Mary unfortunately recognized. “get down girl so that I can fit the bars!” She commanded. Mary dropped to the floor and assumed the open knee stance that this equipment required.

Georgina crouched down behind her and placed the items between the girls spread legs. She buckled the first bar just above the Mary’s knees and the second one between her ankles. They were about 15 inches long and would cause her considerable discomfort and embarrassment as she went about her work. Now she picked up the head harness. Behind the leather front panel was a red ball gag which she forced into the girls gaping mouth. Buckles secured the harness at the back and on top of her head, and under her chin. Black rubber mittens were fastened over her hands thus disabling the use of her fingers.

“Now my little cunny!” She said “This will be a new experience for you.” She added mysteriously. From a drawer in the  cupboard she removed two more items. The first was a round polishing pad about 6 inches in diameter, which she proceeded to fasten onto the front of Mary’s head harness. “Right little cunny” she goaded “Forward you go and press that to the floor!” Now that Mary was bent right forward her bottom was pushed up into the air. Georgina studied the beautiful apparition before her. For such a slim girl, She thought, she has such a well rounded and full pair of cheeks. In the tight divide Mary’s tiny tight puckered anus waited for her attentions whilst below and between the girls spread legs was the most delightful pussy that Georgina had ever seen. Normally a girls pussy in this stretched position would be wide open revealing her Gold bar protecting her inner cunt lips and clit. There was a flash of gold along the girls valley but this girls pussy was so tight, her light pink outer lips just about concealed the secrets within. She had examined hundreds of trainees but never seen one as pure and exciting as this one. Somehow she had to find a way to adopt this girl into her group.

“Hold still!” she commanded. In her right hand Georgina held a stainless steel butt plug. It was about 6 inches long, tapering from nothing to about 2 inches in diameter. She dipped the end in a jar of cream and pushed it against the girl’s tiny anus. Mary let out a muffled cry. “Hold Still I said!” she shouted as she tried to maintain the pressure whist the girl wiggled her bottom.

Mary, with her face pushed to the floor began to panic. This was the first time that her body had been invaded. At school she had had to endure severe corporal punishments and various humiliations but this was a new level of experience for her. She had been warned but of course the girls dismissed most of the rumours as scare stories. She had worn shorter spreader bars before and had had to carry out several cleaning sessions in the long corridors at the school, but now her new status was just beginning to dawn on her. At 16 and a so called privileged trainee, her role now, she realized, had become the play thing for her dominant Mistresses.

She gasped as she felt the object enter her bottom, and began screaming, despite her gag,  as the pain increased to an unbelievable point, until suddenly she felt her anus close behind it. Tears of pain and relief rolled down her face and she could feel the invading object was held in position by a bar that ran up and down the crack of her arse.

“OK my little Cunny!” Georgina said “Once I have armed this device you have to keep pressure on the floor and maintain a continual motion. If you fail on either count you will get the shock of your life up your arse. You have seen the effect of the crops on the Pogs, well this delivers a similar voltage charge and you will only have 120 seconds to recover before you are punished again! I know you understand and I hope that this little session teaches you not to day dream in the future. Now get polishing!”

A distraught Mary began to rub her polishing pad over the ceramic tile floor. She heard a loud click and a soft humming sensation begin to gently vibrate within her bottom. Her experience had taught her to pace herself and so she began to work methodically across the floor. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Madam Georgina seat herself on one of the sucking seats. The puppy promptly moved between her legs to carry out her duties, and Mary was treated to an open view of the bitch’s luscious swollen fanny lips.

                               

                    The Pog Farm.    Chapter two

Georgina sat back and relaxed as her bitch puppy, Moxy, moved between her spread legs. Moxy was a four year conversion and her pelt had become fully developed. Her dark coat was trimmed in the summer but the shearers had left long strands of hair to fall around her face. The animal’s warm nose nuzzled up to the gusset of Georgina’s satin knickers and Moxy’s long tongue began to feel its way between her soft thigh and elastic lace trim. The animal was excited and desperate to find a way into her mistresses hot sex. Georgina was surprised at the strength of her pets probing  and gasped as the animal finally managed to squeeze through the gap and plunge into her juicy cunt. One of the modifications that had been carried out on the Bitch Puppies was the bloating of their tongues. Probably the most important development for the animals, so that they could be trained to simulate the normal sex act. Moxy’s strong tongue plunged into her, causing Georgina to marvel at the progress that their scientists were making.

All this time Georgina had been studying the bobbing figure of Mary as she slowly crawled round the room, face to the floor, white bottom in the air. Her eyes were transfixed to the girls delicate sex and this apparition was intensifying her own experience. At least fifteen minutes had passed and the girl had managed to avoid a punishing shock – very impressive! She reached for the control box and adjusted the vibrations to increase within the steel butt plug. This had an immediate effect, as Mary’s raised bottom began to twitch and rotate in a rapid manner. Georgina purred with pleasure as her own bottom began to twitch and a climax began to build within her groin. Her Bitch Puppy sensed her Mistresses’  impending climax and increased her plunging motions. Georgina grabbed the animals ears and pulled her head deeper as she shuddered into an explosive quake of gigantic proportions. Moxy skilfully prolonged the sensations and Georgina had hardly recovered when her attention was soon drawn back to the twitching figure in front of her.

Mary had reached her own climax as the vibrating dildo had worked its magic inside her anus. She had tried desperately to concentrate on her task but as waves of pleasure washed over her body she had momentarily stopped to appreciate the climax and before she could recover she emitted a muffled scream as 5000 volts shot through her body.  She totally lost control and collapsed forward spasming in pain. The poor girl was totally unaware that a golden stream of urine had gushed onto the floor behind her.

Georgina, who was just recovering from her own climax pushed her pet away and switched off the dildo devise in Mary’s anus. “Moxy clean that mess up! And be quick about it!” She commanded the waiting animal. Watching this girl squirm and suffer had really turned her on and if she played her cards right Mary would be performing many more treats under her careful guidance.

Moxy knew what was expected of her and within minutes had licked the floor dry. Georgina removed the Butt Plug from Mary and signalled to her pet. Without hesitation the animal was soon cleaning up Mary’s upturned bottom and couldn’t resist exploring the poor girls tight anus taking care not to plunge in too quickly.

The paralyzing effect on Mary only lasted a few seconds  and she soon realized that her anus was being fucked by her Mistresses Bitch Puppy. She lay still and discovered that this new sensation was extremely enjoyable and was therefore disappointed when the animal removed her tongue from her now juicy orifice. Her bonds were removed  and she was allowed to stand up on very wobbly legs. Madam Georgina gave her another lecture whilst she assumed the elbow position. With her hands interlaced behind her head and her elbows forced back her pert little nipples were forced out of their little peep holes in the rubber bodice of her dress. As she finally left the room Mary looked down on the now begging Bitch Puppy and regarded the animals floppy tongue with a new interest. This experience had awakened a deep desire within her and she was now imagining ways of repeating this new experience.

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Jayne passed through the double doors and into the main corridor of the laboratory. To her left were a series of solid doors that opened into offices and the canteen. To the right were a series of glass doors that opened into the operating theatres. As she walked down the corridor she glanced through the transparent doors and stopped in front  of one marked ‘Reception Theatre’.  The white coated figures inside were busy around an operating table. Jayne pushed open the door and entered the bright white room.

Strong disinfectant smells assaulted her senses as she moved towards the busy group. A young girl was splayed on the table having her cunt bar fitted. One of the doctors turned and welcomed Jayne to the group. The girl they were operating on would be just turned thirteen unless of course she had been caught playing with herself. She was laying on her back strapped to the small square table. Her head and neck were fastened down with brown leather straps in the centre. at the back of the table. Her wrists were fastened on the two back corners and her legs had been lifted up and back and buckled into similar leather straps half way between her head and her wrists.

The table was lifted to chest height, and with the girls legs spread wide open like this, it gave the doctors  perfect access to her cunt. One of the three straps around the girls head held a large ball gag in place in order to muffle the frantic protestations emanating from the sweating girl. Tears rolled down her face as the doctors proceeded to bar her pussy. A circular ring with small crocodile clips held her outer cunt lips painfully wide apart. Two tiny solid gold rings had already been implanted, the first of which was pierced at one end of her ridge. The second was located at the other end of her slot, just past the entrance to her vagina. Now they were locating the T bar between the two rings. The thick, dome ended, three inch long leg of the ‘T’ was being  slipped up into her vagina and the two short ends would be fixed to the two rings. Once the rings have been located through tiny holes at the two ends of the ‘T’ bar they are cold welded in place by the surgeon, making it impossible for the ‘T’ to be removed outside the operating theatre.

The girls quickly got used to this effective chastity devise and by the time they reached graduation at sixteen it was virtually 100% guaranteed that they were all virgins. This group of girls had been chemically sterilized and would never need to worry about menstrual cycles and the mess associated with a monthly period. However a side effect of this treatment did cause the recipient to experience an increase in their sexual appetite, hence the devise now being fitted. The thick tube of the ‘T’ that each girl held within her vagina contained tracking technology and sensors that would emit an alarm if any invasion was detected. The third item fitted within this tube was a stimulating devise that could be adjusted to anything from a comforting hum to a sharp punishing shock. There were ten different sensations and the girls quickly got used to receiving some of their instructions via the pulses within their pussies. And each day, at their designated time, the older girls could look forward to a weekly orgasm, provided they had been on their best behaviour.

Today though, Jayne had other things on her mind as she pulled one of the young doctors to one side. “Pat, could we have a chat?” She asked. The two women moved out of the theatre, leaving the rest of the team to complete the operation. They crossed the corridor and entered one of the offices. Jayne followed the shorter woman into the spacious room and after closing the door, locked it. As she turned Pat closed the distance between them and embracing Jayne kissed her full on the lips. Jayne responded in kind and the women enjoyed a long luscious kiss. As their lips parted Jayne looked down into Pat’s sparkling blue eyes. Her glowing face looked up towards Jayne in adoration. “I love you so much Mistress” she whispered.

“Show me,” Jayne replied as she slowly stepped back until her bottom  rested against the desk. She ran her fingers through Pat’s long flowing golden hair and gently pushed her downwards. Jayne reached down and slowly worked her tight leather skirt upwards to reveal soft white satin panties to the kneeling figure. Pat moved her hands up and with a tug on the ribbon on each hip, the delicate garment fell to the floor to reveal her mistresses sex. Jayne now laid back  until she was resting on her elbows and watched as Pat began to explore her slit with first her tongue and then her moist warm lips. Jayne opened her legs wider as she felt her cunt respond and accept the invasion of the other woman’s tongue. Pat‘s passion was incredible, and her rapid probing and sucking soon brought Jayne to an explosive climax. She laid back  and allowed waves of pleasure to wash over her.

Jayne found herself thinking of young Mary and the image of her puffy pussy had been deep in her mind as she had revelled in this intimate experience with Pat. Her dream  had travelled to imagining her own tongue exploring the tight virgin cunt of the new trainee. Rarely had she been effected like this by a new girl but for a reason that she could not pin point she was unable to get the girl out of her head.

“Enough!“ Commanded Jayne, as she snapped out of her dream. She sat up and pushed the kneeling woman away. “I want to inspect the new arrivals!”

“Yes Mistress” Pat replied. “Five Pogs have been delivered and are already having a medical” and she added “I think you will find one specimen particularly to your liking Mistress”. Jayne waited patiently whilst the kneeling woman carefully replaced her panties and after straightening out her skirt the two women re-entered the corridor. They passed the operating theatres and moved into an annex via a double set of doors. Another assistant rose from her desk and after the compulsory curtsy released the doors so they could pass through to the holding pens.

Another series of glass doors allowed them to look at the five animals that had just arrived from the Barberry Auctions. Jayne examined the beasts carefully and thought that General Rosalin had selected some good examples. One particular animal took Jayne’s attention and she entered the pen for a closer look. The Pog was tethered onto a solid wooden block in the centre of the room. Two technicians were giving him a medical check and the animal was kicking up quite a fuss.

The major modifications had been carried out back in Barberry prison prior to the auction. These unfortunate men had received the dreaded sentence of modification having been found guilty of their crimes. The Pog Farm was just one estate that purchased these beasts from the Department of Justice. On arrival quite a bit of refining work needed to be completed by the Farm’s medical staff. A permanently welded ring had to be fixed in place at the base of his scrotum and huge penis. Luckily the creature had been gagged with a hinged metal tube that fitted behind his teath. The handlers had placed the devise earlier and cranked it wide open taking care not to dislocate his jaw. Once in place a variety of fitments could be placed into the gag. It also made it easy for the surgeon to alter his vocal cords so that the only noise that the pog could accomplish would be a high pitch squeal. When the welded ring was fitted the animal would squeal its head off to the amazement of those in attendance.

The distinctive flat Pog nose had to be modelled and the beasts two 6 inch tusks were implanted into his lower jaw. A large steel ring would be located in the centre of his ‘piggy’ nose.  His tongue had to have bloating injections and hormone treatment would eventually provide his body with a thick coat of lush hair. Temporary boots had been fitted at the prison to his shortened legs and reformed arms. These would be removed and then be permanently  fitted with realistic reproductions of dogs paws or pigs hoofs. Finally a pigs tail would be implanted into the base of the animal’s spine to complete the transformation from man to beast.

The dark skinned creature that Jayne now examined was a brute of an animal and she judged that he would make an excellent Battle Pog. Her eyes were drawn to his huge member that hung down at the back of the block. This animal would certainly stretch most cunts to their limit and cause some problems when rutting with his own kind. There were going to be some sore arses and pussies around the farm she mused to herself.

“Good! I have seen enough Pat. Mark this one down for the battle stations and make sure that he is kept separate from the others.” Jayne ordered.

“Yes Mistress”. Pat replied “Do you want me tonight and shall I bring Bonny?”. Bonny was Pats personal Bitch Puppy and Pat knew how much her Mistress liked to involve her in their games.

“Maybe later Pat I will give you a ring after ten. I am going to do a surprise inspection of the southern border fence tonight and I should be back by that time.”

“Yes Mistress.” Pat curtsied and she knew that she had been dismissed. Jayne retraced her footsteps through the corridors and into the reception hall at the front of the building. The girl at the desk leapt up again and curtsied.

“What’s your name girl?” Jayne demanded. The bowed figure in her pink rubber outfit seemed to be trembling with fear. “Phone the house and see if a trap is available to take me home.” She ordered.

“My name is Amy Mistress” She mumbled to the floor and turning away reached for the phone that sat on a shelf to the rear of the desk. Jayne waited whilst the girl made the call.

After Amy had replaced the receiver, she turned to Jayne. “A trap is on its way Mistress.”

Jayne estimated she had five minutes. “Come out here Amy and assume the ankle position!”

The Girls eyes bulged with fear but she was well trained and she moved swiftly from behind the desk. The girl turned her back to Jayne, spread her legs wide and doubled over to grab each of her ankles. The soft filmy rubber skirt fell down around her body to completely reveal her smooth bottom and sex. The girl was now quaking with fear as Jayne examined faint parallel lines crossing her tightly stretched bottom. Jayne unfastened her crop and with the tip of the stick she gently traced the line across the centre of the target area making sure she brushed the girls puckered anus. Amy let out a wail and when Jayne’s crop lashed an identical path across her unsuspecting rear her wail merged into a high pitch scream. The girl rocked backwards and forwards as Jayne lashed three further stokes parallel to the first.

Jayne examined the red angry lines that were now appearing on the girls bottom “Amy” She  addressed the girl “That is for your slovenly behaviour. In future I want to see a more confident response from you! Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress” She sobbed “I will Mistress”.  As she studied the girls luscious sex Jayne found herself comparing this girls bottom to young Mary’s. The one before her was a beautiful sight but even though the girls were the same age this girls cunt lips seemed so much larger and more developed. Her open leg stance had spread her sex lips and her chastity T bar was fully on display.

The sobbing sixteen year old was squirming in her seat by the time the trap had arrived to pick up Jayne. She realized that she had had a lucky escape as her Mistress had administered the punishment instead of putting her on report.

An uneventful journey took Jayne back to her private residence that was located north of the main house. The estate resembled a small village with roughly fifty dwellings. The brick built houses sprawled within a secluded wood that offered complete privacy from the rest of the farm. Jayne watched the retreating trap and unlocked her front door. Her residence had three bedrooms on the second floor and a huge open plan reception area on the ground floor. A maid had been in to clean earlier and everything seemed spotless. Her bitch puppies were playing  in front of the fire place and when she entered they both gambolled over to her and assumed the begging position at her feet. Both animals were emitting excited little barks desperate for their Mistresses attention.

They were probably hungry and in need of their toilet. She knelt down and ruffled the fur on their chests. Her fingers found swollen nipples and then moved down to the pink smooth area between their legs. The puppies purred with delight as their mistress explored the deep channel between their bloated cunt lips. She loved the feel of their juicy cunts and marvelled at the animals relentless desire for gratification. Even though they had probably been tongue fucking each other all day they were clearly still gagging for it tonight. Jayne stopped short of finger fucking them and to the dismay of the animals she withdrew her hand and stood up. “I’m sorry my little bitches, I’ve got to go out” She opened the patio doors and watched the girls race out to squat over the compost area to do their toilet. When they had finished they took it in turns, using their huge tongues, to clean each other.

After she had fed and watered her pets she retired to her bedroom to change and prepare for a busy evening on the estate. There had been several possible sightings of intruders over the last few weeks and the War council had decided to strengthen the defences on their southern border. The peninsular that the estate was established on was naturally defended on three sides by vertical cliffs that fell away into the jungle below. It was assumed that any intruders would approach from the south. In fact over the years many had tried in enter from that direction. Many spies had been caught and had experienced extreme grief at the hands of the farms security guards.

Tonight Jayne wanted to see for herself if they were ready for any unwanted visitors.

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In the dim light of a waning moon two shadowy figures  approached the perimeter fence and crouched down behind a small bush. They were about two meters from the ten foot barrier.  For the past week the two men had been digging a tunnel under the fence and tonight their plan was to enter the private estate for a recognisance of the immediate area. Roger went through the tunnel first followed closely by his cohort, James. They were dressed from head to toe in black. Both men had food and clothing in sturdy back packs. James carried a small transmitter whilst Roger carried some arms and ammunition.

Crawling slowly on their stomachs they had successfully escaped detection and located a perfect hiding place, in deep grassland, on a ridge overlooking the southern approach to the estate. Both men were aware of the dangers and knew that if they were caught, they would lose their lives. Their master needed figures of army strength in preparation for an attack on the estate. Roger would give his life for his Master but there was another reason he had volunteered for this operation. Six months earlier his brother had embarked on a similar mission and had never returned. If he could not find out his brothers fate he was ready to die seeking revenge.

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.

THE POG FARM.                   BY   TOR MELARTI

CHAPTER 4

Roger’s fingers trembled as he withdrew the golden chastity devise from Mary’s juicy cunt. From the light of his torch he could see the dildo like object was about 12 cm long and 3 cm in diameter. He had the foresight to slip it into his rucksack as it looked like a valuable piece of equipment. Now that he had released her from the object, she was once again bucking about and screaming her head off.

Roger wacked her butt with his hand to quieten her down a bit but the sight of this young naked girl, spread wide open, increased the excitement and lust that was building up inside him. Her tight little pussy lips had closed up as soon as he had removed the object. Roger placed the bulging head of his penis against her soft defences and slowly forced himself between those soft folds and into her tight little cunny. “Ahhhh!” He yelled with satisfaction as he drove his member deeper and deeper. “Girl you are such a tight fuck!”  The girls fluids were lubricating his solid dick but it still took some effort to pump it in and out. Soon though, he  was savouring the wonderful tightness around his greedy cock.”Girl you are the Fuck of my life!” he gasped.

Now she had stopped thrashing about as he got down to a smooth steady stroke. The girl seemed to be responding by spreading her legs wider and pushing her bottom towards his plunging solid member. She was clearly starting to get excited and beginning to emit little gasps and screams. He could feel the start of his own massive climax beginning to build, when suddenly all hell broke loose. A red flash was followed by a sharp pain that speared into his naked buttock. He yelled and for a moment was frozen from the shock of a sudden electric charge. He was deep inside the girls cunt and realized that most of the charge that he had been attacked with had passed down to her, for she became rigid for a second and then collapsed into unconsciousness.

He fell backwards, his rock hard dick reluctantly sliding from the girl’s succulent pussy. As he hit the ground he rolled sideways onto his front and as he looked up he caught a quick flash of a figure approaching at lightning speed. The blue moonlight was weak but he could see his opponent was small in stature and appeared to be holding weapons in both hands. He felt around and grasped a small branch from the forest floor and just managed to get to his knees before his enemy was upon him.

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Sandy had arrived at the edge of the clearing just in time to witness the attack on Jenny, by a monstrous looking man. She had just settled into a good position when she observed the dark figure rush forward and deliver a blow to the back of her friends head. Sandy’s first impulse was to dash in and save Jenny, but she quickly realized that she needed a plan. On her utility belt she had five items, a torch, a pair of knife gloves , a stun gun and an alarm flair. Considering she had to act now, alone, she would have to disable this monster with her stun gun. However it was only really accurate up to 20mtrs so Sandy decided to slowly close the distance before firing her one and only shot at the evil bastard. Her hatred for upright men was stronger than her fear of them. They had been taught in school that their only goal in life was to rape and murder any female they came in contact with. Her teachers had been right, she could now see with her own eyes just how dangerous they are. She was determined to ensure that he doesn’t go any further, so with a steely resolve she edged her way towards her target.

She was in luck. The vile creature had now turned his back towards her, and lowered his trousers. She now had a fantastic pair of hairy white targets to aim at. Sadly she realized that Mary was being raped by this monster. Her jealousy had dissipated and now she only wanted to save her from any serious harm. She donned the knife gloves and tested the mechanism. As she fisted, the short knives protruded about 3 inches and when she opened her hands again they returned to their hidden positions. Happy with the shorter distance, Sandy took a deep breath and ignited the flare which shot into the air with a woosh! Simultaneously, she fired her stun gun at his lunging bottom and satisfied that her aim was true, dropped the weapon and leapt forward to attack her target.

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Mary couldn’t believe what was happening. An exciting evening with her friend had turned into a nightmare! One second, Jenny had been between her parted thighs sucking and kissing her sensitive pussy and the next thing she knew, she was being attacked by a monstrous upright man.  The tall dark figure appeared from nowhere and after clubbing and tying up her friend had proceeded to rob her of her pussy rod. She gasped as the man dropped his trousers and revealed a huge erect penis. In her mind she compared it with her Pog’s  enormously impressive member that she had actually been stroking earlier in the day.  She decided It was very similar in size and looked as solid as her animals had been.

The realization that she was about to have this huge object plunged into her pussy caused her to panic and thrash about, but he held her little bottom tightly and placing the tip of his cock against her tight cunny lips, firmly eased it into her juicy slot.  Mary screamed through her gag as it felt as if her body was being split into two. She was wet from her friends attentions and this probably saved her from being seriously injured by this awful rapist. Within seconds she was being fucked at a steady pace, his meaty cock, rock hard, plunging back and forth. Mary gasped for air and tried to understand the amazing sensations that were passing through her body.

Both Jenny and herself enjoyed bondage games and Mary now realized that, what was happening to her was the ultimate in humiliation. One part of her brain was horrified that her most precious possession was being taken away whilst the other part lusted after this kind of domination. She spread herself wider and tried to meet the monster’s cock so that it could reach new depths within her. A gigantic sensation had just started to well up in her groin when a searing pain flashed through her body. For the second time that afternoon Mary had received a powerful electric shock and this time she completely lost consciousness.

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Sandy covered the short distance to her quarry in a flash and attempted to deliver a vicious flying kick to the head of the crouching figure. The steel toe cap of her leather boot made contact, but it was just a glancing blow.  She was clear of the ground as she made contact and managed to land behind her assailant. He fell sideways, and began to roll towards her and as she turned to confront him again he grabbed her ankle. His huge hand wrapped around her left boot, unbalancing her, so she lashed out again with her right.

“Fucking hell!” The man cursed as he took a second blow to his face, and the grip on Sandy’s ankle was released. “Come here you little cunt!” He gasped, as he closed in on her. She didn’t wait for him to grab her again, instead she closed her fists and stabbed out at the flailing figure. Her right hand made contact with one of his arms and she felt the satisfying sensation of slicing flesh. “Ahrrrrrrrrrrrr!” He screamed  “You little bitch you are dead!” Sandy retreated a couple of steps to see if she could get a clearer view of the damage she had caused.

Although both of them were dressed in black Sandy had a huge advantage as her assailant was struggling to retrieve  his trousers and she could clearly see his movements as he circled around her. She crouched down and as he turned in her direction she sprang forward going in low.  Sandy had been counting on the element of surprise but he was ready and dropped on top of her before she made contact with him. In one swift movement he grabbed both her ankles and hauled her up so that she was dangling upside down, facing away, in front of him. He now had a perfect view between her legs as her black rubber skirt had fallen down around her arm pits.

“Bloody hell! I have never seen such beautiful little cunts in my life!” He exclaimed.

“Let me go you stupid animal!” She screamed.

“Not before I have fucked your little pussy!” He raged at her. He twisted her round, and as he did, Sandy saw her chance, fisted again, and lashed out with both of her blades. The stupid man had forgotten that his trousers were still at half mast and was revealing a huge erection and two swollen balls to his slightly built captive. She slashed out with both of her blades, Just catching him above the knee but his arms were longer than hers and he dumped her onto the ground. He cursed again as he delivered two vicious kicks to her crumpled body. From his bag he took some bandages and dressed his arm and leg wounds, all the time cursing the comatose figure.

Roger worked fast to strip the girl of her black rubber outfit. Once she was completely naked he laid her on her front and pulled her arms under her body, lifting her naked bottom into the air, and then bound her wrists to her ankles. After gagging her, he untied the other two girls and repeated the process with each of them. Within minutes he had a trio of succulent pussies to feast his eyes on. He was desperate to fuck the little kung-fu kicker so he spread her cunt lips and after snipping her fanny rings he slid out the chastity devise.

His penis had remained hard since it had slipped out of the first girl’s cunt, and now he guided it into a new virgin pussy. She was dry and tight but Roger drove it in as deep as he could before starting to piston fuck the little bitch. She needed punishing for cutting him, and his anger gave him a powerful determination. As he pounded the girl she began to moan as she regained consciousness. He rested his hands on the naked bottoms either side and his fingers and thumbs began to explore the other girls orifices. On the left lay the girl he had already partially fucked and he soon filled her juicy cunt with two probing fingers. On his right he was unable to finger fuck the girl so he shoved a couple of fingers into her anus.

The combination of triple fucking these girls brought on the mother of all explosive climaxes and Roger reached a level of experience that he could only normally dream about. His thick seed filled the girls pussy as he ejaculated over and over again. When he finally withdrew, a stream of white cream began to flow from her empty cunt.  He gasped with excitement as he bent down and removed the third golden devise from the next inviting  pussy.  He had had a starter and main course. Roger now wanted desert! But first, a little punishment was on the menu. All three girls had now regained consciousness and he was sure they would all appreciate a little chastisement!

“Now my little bitches, what do these little pert bottoms need?” He asked his three prisoners, knowing they couldn’t answer. He ran his hands over their soft smooth arses and laughed as they were beginning to buck and scream through their gags. “Ah, what’s that? A thrashing? OK lets see what I can find!” He laughed as he addressed the bound girls.

From the light of his torch he found a flexible branch and standing with one leg either side of the first girl he began to thrash her upturned bottom. Swishhhhhh! The  stick struck the cheek of her bottom with a satisfying crack, causing the girl to buck and scream even more. “What’s  the matter little cunny? I thought this is what you wanted!” He laughed and continued to lay more strokes onto her tight little arse. Some blows fell right down the centre of her narrow arse crack punishing her most intimate spots and soon her screams became relentless. He counted twenty strokes lengthways and then another twenty crossing those at ninety degrees. By the time he had beaten all three bottoms he was sweating profusely, but more importantly was once again rock hard.

Entering the third cunt was as delightful as masturbating with a velvet glove as her pussy was dripping wet. The beating must have really turned her on and Roger began to enjoy this girl’s responding cunt muscles as he drove into her tight cunny. Suddenly he became aware of distant sounds. Cursing, he stopped fucking and withdrew from her cunt. He stood up and listened for the sounds. Dogs! Somehow an alarm had been raised and they were probably out searching for these girls. Roger quickly pulled up his trousers, gathered his kit together, and after a final look at the beaten, bobbing pussies  slipped away into the dark forest.

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Jayne saw the red flair first, just as they were approaching a second chariot that was parked beside the gravel roadway. Eve steered to a stop beside the other and they dismounted from the rear. “Hello Greta” Jayne said as she joined the small group of girls chatting beside the chariot. Greta was one of the three farm commanders and was in charge of the southern defences. She struck an imposing figure dressed in her camouflage battle fatigues and knee length leather boots. 180cm tall and solidly built, she struck fear into her troops with her commanding and aggressive attitude.

“Jayne! You’ve arrived just in time. Did you see the flare over in sector ten?” She asked

“Yes.” She replied “Do you have any troops over on that section?”

“Not at the moment, I have sent an order to move a squad and some hounds down the fence and into that area of the forest. I have Pogs saddled and ready to go Jayne, so let’s get over there and find out who’s in trouble.”

She led Jayne and Eve over to a second group attending to their rides and immediately recognized Greta’s elite troops by their distinctive maroon rubber outfits. The six gladiatorial women were waiting patiently for their orders and watched as they examined each other weapons. Jayne joined them as they each mounted one of the Battle Pogs. Soon the group of ten had pounded across the meadow  and on reaching the edge of the forest, began to fan out as they started their search.

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Roger retraced his footsteps looking for the path by which he had entered the forest. The trail looked familiar as he headed in the direction of his hidden camp but after stumbling around for a while he had to accept that he was lost. He ploughed on keeping the sound of the dogs behind him and  hoped that he would be able to eventually out run them.

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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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The Pog Farm.  Chapter six.

By Tor Melati.

Reluctantly, James packed his kit and retraced his footsteps back to the border fence. He had waited an extra hour for Roger and had come to the conclusion that he had been captured and his own location could therefore have become compromised. A report to base had brought the command to retreat as soon as possible, but he was reluctant to leave before their mission was complete. James had to accept that Roger had probably met the same fate as his brother, six months earlier. He knew from previous intelligence that any intruders that were captured ended up as Pogs and were never released. Many men had entered The Farm to capture themselves a free slave girl and were never seen again.

The tunnel was undisturbed, and after transversing its five meter length he easily managed to follow the path through the marshlands in the bright moonlight. He arrived at the rendezvous point about an hour later than arranged and at first thought he had been abandoned. However, as he approached the edge of a small copse, a low whistle alerted him. He returned the signal and a figure emerged leading a team of pony girls hitched to a large two wheeled chariot. The animals looked well rested and frisky, but Cameron appeared to be extremely flustered.

As his servant approached, he asked “Is everything O. K. Cameron?”

“Yes Master, Wh, Wh, Where have you been?” he stammered, and then added “I, I, I’ve seen a couple of scavenger groups pass through the swamp. It’s a dangerous place to hang around Master.”

“Alright Cameron dip the ponies and we had better get moving.”

James mounted the chariot and placed his pack and coat into a net and then checked to make sure that the four crossbows they carried were armed. He watched Cameron bend each girl forward and fasten their shoulder straps to the forward tow bar. In the racing position they could travel at a much faster pace and hopefully outrun any scavengers they might encounter.

James studied the three pony girls tethered side by side and was pleased to see that Cameron had chosen some fine fillies. Their exposed butts exhibited strong buttocks and three magnificent juicy cunts. James could see that one of the ponies had been well shagged over the last hour or two by his flustered servant. He had carefully cleaned her puffy outer lips , but his creamy spunk was beginning to ooze from between her exposed inner labium. The animals were ready and Cameron joined his master in the chariot. A swift flick with his whip and the girls leapt into action and they were on their way back to Barberry.

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Mary tried to concentrate on the questions that were being fired at her from the two wild hermaphrodites that had entered her cell. She had been trussed up like an animal for the last couple of hours, and her arms and legs were beginning to ache dreadfully. Her ankles and wrists had been attached to a chrome ‘T’ bar that hung from the ceiling, spreading her legs in a humiliating fashion. She had been running the events of the crazy night through her mind and kept on coming up with the same question, why are they being treated like this? Surely they didn’t suspect them of a crime. Gradually Mary had become angry as surely it was obvious that they were victims and not perpetrators.

“Why did you take your Pog to the woods Mary?” The tall Maroon was asking. More than an hour had passed as they fired questions at her and although she was angry she was also very tired.  Mary had noticed the girls erect members lifting the front of their dark rubber skirts as they asked their questions and in the extreme position that she had been fastened, her cunt presented an inviting target for the two girls attentions. Now this tall beautiful hybrid had manoeuvred her throbbing penis to push against her tight bulging pussy. Sweat poured down Mary’s naked body causing her breasts and nipples to become slippery under the Maroon’s exploring hands.

Perspiration collected on her flat tummy and slowly dribbled down the crack of her exposed smooth pussy and with each question the Hermaphrodite pushed her hips forward a little increasing the pressure on her resisting  slot.  As she asked this last question her throbbing joystick won the battle and slipped into the tight entrance to Mary’s vagina. Mary gasped as her precious body was once again invaded and tried to resist by tensing her muscles. This brought a huge grin from her interrogator and she asked again “Why Mary? What sex games were you involved in?” She plunged a little deeper.

“No Mistress,” She gasped “I haven’t a clue where he came from. Look we were attacked by a man! You should be trying to catch the wicked rapist. He could be getting away!” Mary added desperately.

“Don’t worry my little pussy, we will catch him! I want to know what you were up to before he attacked you.” Stephanie demanded. Mary was now fully impaled on the girls meaty prick and groaned as the hybrid began to slowly fuck her .

“Mistress,” Mary panted “I can’t concentrate on your questions...ahhhh..!”

Gradually she was losing touch with reality as her cunt and body began to respond to the plunging bone within her. An intense sensation was spreading from her groin to her stomach and beyond. The room was beginning to spin and the bright lights glared down as she lost control.

“Jade note down that the prisoner was evading my questions!” Stephanie whispered to her colleague as her own climax began to build. “Oh my God, Oh my GOD!” she purred as both girls began to buck and thrust against each other. Mary had even lifted her body from the bench with her tired arms and began to use the pendulum effect to gain a deeper fuck. Both girls shuddered through several massive peaks before Mary slumped back down onto the bench. 

“Jade, her pussy is so tight!” Mary heard the first girl gasp as she felt her withdraw her now flaccid member. Her eyes sprang open though, as she felt the gag being replaced in her mouth.

“Stephanie, Hold her still!” Jade demanded as Mary bucked and struggled to protest her innocence.  The two hermaphrodites easily secured the gag and soon Jade was positioning herself for her turn on their hapless captive. Jade had been patient whilst the interrogation had proceeded but now she let loose and pounded her meaty prick into Mary’s soft juicy cunt. Mary responded almost immediately as her hungry pussy gobbled up the invader and she was once again bucking as though she was riding a bronco.

“What a dirty little slut, she loves it Stephanie.” Jade panted, “She is going to get all the meat she wants after the Barberry auction!” Jade added, and both girls burst out laughing.

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Maggy had listened intently to the interrogation of Mary and realized that all three girls were in serious trouble. There was no way she would let them take her beloved Sandy and sell her to some monster. Everyone knows what happens in the other kingdoms to the rejected girls from the Pog Farm. Sandy would end up modified and spend a nightmare life being fucked endlessly by fiends and ogres. Maggy resolved to help her friend even if she had to share the same dreadful fate.

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Jayne read the report slowly, page by page and then passed it to Greta,  who thumbed through more quickly. It was 11.00 am and the ladies had gathered in Jayne’s office along with General Carrie and Eve who had stayed with her overnight. Their inspection of the forward troops had proved fruitful, in that Jayne had found  a full turnout and they appeared to be ready for any eventuality.  The intruder had either escaped or was hiding within The Farm and the ladies were now waiting to hear from the active search parties.

As Greta studied the report, Jayne chatted to Carrie, who commanded their Northern Defences. She had travelled down from her headquarters in Yorktown this morning to discuss the worsening situation.

“We need to get some intelligence on the Quantix troop movements, so I suggest we get some volunteers into Barberry as soon as it can be arranged.” The General suggested.

Jayne nodded. “It’s a pity that we couldn’t get something arranged for tomorrow as we are sending a consignment to the auction!”

Greta had finished reading and exclaimed “Stupid girls! We are going to have to make an example of them, they have displayed a total disregard for their position.”

“I have an idea Greta,” Suggested Jayne “One of the many requests that I have had from Lord Akrim at The Modern Farm is for some “Loan Pussy’! It’s a nasty term he uses for his servant girls that attend his private quarters. He is prepared to pay a very high price for suitable specimens and promises their safe return at the end of the contract. It would be fantastic if we could get a spy into his castle! What do you think?”

“I seem to recall we loaned him a few girls before and didn’t they come back in a dreadful state?” Asked Greta.

“Yes” replied Jayne “The girls had been so badly beaten and abused that they were incapable of coherent speech. Their cunts had been splayed and heaven knows what monsters had been using them!”

“I suppose Lord Akrim deliberately returned them like that so we wouldn’t get any intelligence on their forces.” Mused General Carrie.

“Well he assures us that the girls would be treated better this time and is offering us twice as much grain as we had before.” Explained Jayne.

“I think that we are just going to have to take a chance” Greta replied, “And send them into Barberry. At least these girls have just come out of the academy and know nothing of our military strengths. General Rosalin will negotiate the contract when she meets Lord Akrim in seven days time, but we must restrict this loan to a three month period!”

“Good idea” Jayne agreed, “That gives them plenty of time to nose around and I’m sure the general will return them in a much more obedient state than they are at the moment! Now Eve,” Jane continued. Bright blue eyes sparkled back at her as she addressed her new Sub Lieutenant and lover, “Would you go down to the maroon barracks and with Stephanie prepare these three girls for their journey. Simply tell them where they are going for three months, and if on their return, they have not discovered vital information then they will be sent back for a full year. However, if they are successful then they will return to the farm in their original positions with a full pardon. If they refuse this mission then they will simply be sold at the auction. It’s their choice!”

“Yes Mistress!” Replied Eve standing and nodding towards Jayne.

“Oh and get them up to the Laboratory so that they can be branded, ringed and fettered. Pat will drop everything and prepare them by tonight”

“Yes Mistress!”

A wave of her hand dismissed her, leaving the three Generals to finish their meeting. 

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

Please visit my NEW web site www.tormelati.co.uk for news, history and updates to this and other stories. You will also find the answer to the mystery of ‘Mary’s Pog’................ Yes!  Where did he come from?

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.

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The Pog Farm.

Chapter Eight

By Tor Melati

Eve stood to one side of the operating bench and winced as a busy young  assistant applied a tattoo needle to the creamy smooth butt of the writhing form of Mary. She was bend forward over the table with her arms fastened to the far corners and her ankles to the front legs. The white coated girl was busy branding a bold number onto both arse cheeks and would then, after turning her over,  complete her work just above the patients puffy slot. This girl had now become the number 1877 and would no longer answer to a name.  Further Pog Farm tattoos had already been completed on her arms and legs to match other slave girls that were being dispatched to the auctions. Eve felt a pang of sadness that such novices were being used by ‘The Farm’, but realized that the younger they were the more chance they had of infiltrating  their enemies secret world.

Mary,  Sandy and Jenny had all readily agreed to spy for the Pog Farm in order to escape being sent to the Barberry auctions as common slaves. Eve and the Maroon, Stephanie, had explained the dangers of their mission and why they had to assume the identity of slaves for the 3 month contract that the security council had negotiated with  Lord Akrim. The security council did not dwell on the modifications that the girls were about to experience as they needed them to have clear minds when they were given their instructions.

More moans and gargled screams emanated from the helpless girl who had now been turned over so that they could work on her pussy. Implants were installed into her outer Labia and her inner lips were receiving collagen injections. The men of the other world states adored women with large cunts and breasts so the Lab technicians had devised ways of preparing their rejected girls to increase their ‘sale’ value at the auction.

The ‘patient’ lay on her back, arms stretched out from her sides, legs pulled up, back , and spread wide to be fastened to the back corners of the operating table. The poor girl’s open and unyielding position enabled the assistants to work on her modified pussy whilst a doctor performed a minor operation on Mary’s vocal cords. Slaves were not permitted to speak, so normal vocal abilities were removed and replaced with a single tone squeak. The girls will absolutely hate this aspect of their treatment but will be relieved to know that the operation usually can be reversed. This high pitch little squeak had gained the Pog Farm slave girls the nick name of ‘Squogs’ in Barberry. However,  as far as their enemies were concerned the girls would not be able to communicate with each other, and if they tried to, they would draw a lot of attention to themselves.

About ten percent of each year’s graduation would eventually end up as rejects for one reason or another.  But only after they had been given ample opportunity to prove that they were worthy of staying at ‘The Farm’.  As a result, each month, about twenty girls who had failed the rigorous tests would be escorted to Barberry to be sold at the auction. This ‘natural wastage’ kept the quality at ‘The Farm’ high, whilst  raising much needed barter for important cereal and meat produce. The council would continue this policy until real progress had been made at the Royal gold mines.

Eve watched and admired the work of the busy doctors. The effect of their liquid implants were amazing to see, and as the needle finished its work  on Mary’s  inner labia the transformation was startling. Where she once had had delicate hidden folds within her neat little pussy, she now had a swollen pair of  protruding inner lips spilling over her enlarged, implant filled outer labia. The line of tiny rings that had secured her training dildo had now been removed as they were no longer needed. A stainless steel wire clamp would now be closed over her generous inner lips and locked  in place to securely fasten her precious cunt. This was probably the item that caused the ‘Squogs’ the most discomfort and they hated having to constantly wear it. The heavy gold ring that pierced her swollen nub completed an impressive transformation and under normal circumstances the cunt displayed in this manner  would impress many buyers in Barberry. Of course these girls had agreed to the spying mission so they would bypass the auction and go straight to Lord Akrim on The Modern Farm.

Once the doctors had finished the first part of their work Eve helped to remove the girl’s fastenings and sit her up on the edge of the bench. She was dazed and seemed disorientated  and she meekly allowed the final pierced adornments to be added to her body.

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Roger paced up and down the cabin trying to decide his next move. He had failed in his first objective but was determined now to locate the Gold mines and obtain the information Lord Akrim craved. Lucy who lay on the bed, naked and quiet, watched him struggle to decide his next move. After they had rutted she had fired question after question at him, eager to gain the knowledge that she had been starved of in her short life. She had been filled with a narrow education in which she had been indoctrinated into a life where women were the superior beings and men inferior low life. Her eyes had now been opened and looking at the strong muscular man pacing about, she liked what she saw.

“No Lucy you cannot come with me, it is far too dangerous,” He was saying, “ but I will come back for you when I have been to the mines. I reckon from what you have told me I will be back in two days time and we can escape to the south together. Try and find out what happens to the men that are caught trespassing on your land.  I need to know what happened to my brother who disappeared here about six months ago”.

“ I will work on Ellie and Lottie when they return from patrol  and see if they know anything”, she replied “They may know what happened to him.”

“Good!” Roger agreed, “Be careful though, we don’t want them to guess you have a another lover!” and they both laughed.

Ellie parted her legs and lifted her knees to invite him to use her again. Roger looked down on her beautiful body and wondered if he had the strength in his member for one last fuck. After the last couple of days he was pretty exhausted, but the vision of her little pink cunt lips peeping open, triggered his prick to spring into life. “O K.  How can I resist your beautiful  little tight cunny?” He greedily exclaimed, and with that he sprung on her for one last fuck.

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Mary tried to look to her right but the blinkers attached to her bridle restricted her vision to a narrow section of the road ahead. “Ek!” she squeaked as a sharp pain flashed across her naked butt.

“Head forward!” barked the unmistakable voice of the Maroon, Stephanie. Mary was the centre ‘Pony’ of a trio  pulling a chariot towards the distant town of Barberry. To her right was her beloved Jenny and to her left was Sandy who she blames for the whole situation that had befallen them. Sandy had had the chance to kill the man that had raped them but had muffed it. Now they were on their way to The Modern Farm, modified into slave girls, and would probably never see home again.

Mary had seen a very distressed Jenny as she had been led to the chariot and fastened into her ‘Pony’ gear. Her heart missed a beat and she had gasped at the transformation in her friend. Mary  realized that Jenny was taking it a lot worse than either herself or the tougher figure of Sandy.

As the three girls pounded along the road Mary realized that she was somewhat relieved to be away from the torture rooms in the Maroon barracks, and actually now  experience some fresh air. She was extremely fit and was working well within her physical abilities strapped to the chariot behind her. They had been fitted with severe black boots that had a horse shoe on the sole. They were heavy items and forced the wearer up onto tip toe. Mary found them unbearable whilst walking but almost comfortable as they kicked into a canter.   A metal bar ran across behind the three girls legs, just below their bottom and this was fastened to straps at the top of their thighs. They had then been bend forward and their wrists and hands were fastened to the bar. The chariot was attached to the bar and as six hands pulled they moved forward at the direction of the driver, who in this case was the nasty figure of Stephanie. She held the reigns that were fastened to the girls head harnesses that sported ‘O’ ring bits, blinkers,  and high white feather plumes.

This part of the train, ten fast chariots, had set off at dawn to begin the four day trip to Barberry.  The slower main procession had left two days earlier and Stephanie had the difficult job of catching them up before they arrived at their destination. The main part of the train counted over one hundred vehicles and a platoon of maroons for protection. The first stop would be a small settlement called Glodkin where the Ponies and riders would be watered and fed.

 

Mary noticed the road starting to climb and felt Stephanie flicking her bottom with the whip to urge her to keep up a steady pace. Her breath was beginning to labour but the cool air flowing over her naked body allowed her to comfortably respond to the increased work rate. However her pussy had become extremely uncomfortable as her thighs  were rubbing  against her grossly enlarged cunt lips. The wire grip that clamped her inner labia together  was causing her intense pain and she would do anything to have this object removed.  Before they had departed one of the stable hands had smeared some sort of substance around her bloated lips and the pain had eased, in fact several hours into the journey, she had become aroused and could feel a deep desire to be fucked. But now the pain had returned with a vengeance.

“EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!”  Jenny squealed to her right, and moments later  a white hot flash of pain bit right into the tender crack of her arse, and she too was squealing in unison with her friend, “EEEKKKKKK!” The chariot had slowed a little but with these strikes it sprang forward again to meet the steepening incline.

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Stephanie stared at the three tight little arses bouncing and gyrating before her and waved her light whip across their unprotected flesh. Bushy tails protruded from their anuses and they swished from side to side to give Stephanie and her companion Jade, little flashes of their plump, ripe cunts. When she had first seen the girls new pussies two days ago, they were still raw red from the operations, but now their succulent meaty lips had settled down to a lush pinky purple hue that caused her to lick her lips in anticipation of tonight fuck feast.  In her tunic pocket lay the precious set of keys that would unlock their labia clamps and allow her access to their tight little vaginas. Stephanie had become obsessed with these three girls and had decided to deliver them to Barberry herself. They had been delayed a couple of days by the preparations for the trio so that they could be briefed for their dangerous mission. However, this had given her time to work on General Jayne and gain her favour for making this trip.

The road had become steeper and she was having to lay on the whip to spur them on, causing the girls to work harder than they had ever done in their short lives. They soon arrived at the summit  and Stephanie slowed the team down as they entered the small settlement called Glodkin. Stephanie made her way to the coach station in the centre of town where stabling points were provided for the  ‘Ponies’ to rest and eat. Groups of men had appeared to watch the line of chariots arrive so that they could ogle and inspect the fleet of ‘pony’ girls.

Stephanie found a position she liked and dismounted to seek out her contact, once she had made sure that the other drivers were protecting their animals. Once the ‘Ponies’ had refreshed themselves they would be forced to suck pricks as payment for their food, but for now as they slurped at their water troughs they had to put up with hands groping their, sensitive bottoms, cunts and tits.

Once she was satisfied everything was being taken care of, Stephanie, leaving Jade in charge, slipped away. She headed for an alleyway, and made her way to a small tavern in the shadows of the narrow street. It was lunch time and the dark interior of the tavern was crowded with small groups of men chatting and swilling flagons of beer. As she had appeared in the open doorway a hush fell over the assemblage and some figures  respectfully stood aside so that she could approach the bar. In her right hand she had been carrying her crop and Stephanie now laid it on the bar as she seated herself on a high stool.

From another direction a tall man dressed in a black shirt and matching trousers approached Stephanie and slapped her on the back. “Hello Steph!” he exclaimed “Didn’t expect you through here until the end of the month.” He was clean shaven but sported a shock of white hair that almost reached his shoulders.

She turned and pulled him into her arms and gave him a warm embrace. Leaning back she looked into his kind blue eyes, “ Yes, you are right Wayne. I’m on my way to Barberry to deliver some extra pussy for the auction. Our medics can’t turn these little bitches out quick enough!”

“Do you want to stay a night. I can stable your cunts if you and your girls want a good time?” Wayne asked

“I’m sorry babe.” She replied.” I only have an hour as we must make it to Botherow tonight. I’m on a very tight schedule.” She added.

“O K Steph,” he replied “Come upstairs and I’ll  tell you about some information that came my way yesterday. You are going to be very interested in this little tit bit!”

Five minutes later Stephanie was on all fours in the centre of his bed and Wayne was ramming his massive cock into her succulent little cunt. He loved the unique fuck that this exquisite Hermaphrodite provided. In his left hand he held her pony tail and in his right he grasped her feline penis. Her strong naked body demanded every ounce of his strength,  as she moaned and responded to his lust for deeper sex. Stephanie had found that only a man like Wayne could fully satisfy her unlimited desire for sex.  She was breaking several Maroon codes by having this relationship with an Outworlder but her friendship with this man had provided many pieces of intelligence for The Farm, so she shrugged off the problems that it could cause her.

“Fucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!” She screamed as she reached the perfect double climax as both her penis and cunt were sending waves of shuddering pleasure through her body. Several moments later  Wayne joined her as he began his own ejaculation, filling her cunt with a massive dose of his seed. As they recovered and  got their breath back Wayne explained that a group of Scavengers had passed through the town earlier in the day. One of the group had been boasting that they had captured a spy and a team of racing ponies close to The Pog Farm.  It appears that the Scavengers were on their way into Barberry to cash in their booty at the auction. On hearing this news Stephanie jumped off the bed and started to slip into her rubber dress.

“How many hours am I behind them?” she asked her friend.

“By the time you hit the road, I would say about five “ He replied.”But I heard they are hauling several slow wagons, so you should catch them before nightfall.”

“I must go then!” She exclaimed and after a final kiss rushed out to start the pursuit.

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Mary was greatly relieved to be on the road again, and leave behind her the first experience of her ‘Squog’ existence. From the moment they arrived at the stabling point to the moment they left, her body had been severely abused as the crowds of men had fondled and pinched her naked form. In her bent over stance, her enlarged breasts dangled down like cows udders. The men seemed to be intrigued by her large solid mammary glands and her pierced nipples, that now sported a solid gold ‘D’ ring. At first she had become quite aroused as they fondled and pinched her, but after a while the the pleasure was replaced by pain and it soon became excruciating.

Then to her absolute horror,  a man who had stepped forward with a bucket of food and let her have a few mouthfuls of the porridge like goo, dropped the bucket and shoved his smelly long prick through the ’O’ of her gag. Mary thought she was going to choke, as the bastard shoved his throbbing member deeper and deeper down her gullet. Soon her nose was banging against his groin, as he piston fucked her virgin throat. Moans and grunts from this animal signalled the point when he unloaded a flood of salty semen into her hot juicy mouth.

The whole sequence of events distressed her so much she completely lost her appetite and had to force herself to  chomp the rest of her food down in order to avoid having to suck another man who seemed to be the next in the queue.  Tethered the way she was, meant that eventually she could not avoid  his attentions and she had just taken him into her throat when thankfully Stephanie arrived back and broke up the mouth fuck session that all the ‘Pony’ girls were being forced though.

Now as her legs pounded along the forest lined dirt road a pull on the reigns brought them to a halt. The team had just cantered over the brow of a hill and could look down into the green valley below. From her limited vision Mary could clearly see  a  cloud of dust rising from some riders or wagons  about five miles ahead of themselves. Stephanie barked some orders behind her in the chariot, “We have them Jade!” she exclaimed. “We will cut across on that old track to the left and get ahead.” Mary could see a winding track that would provide them with a route to overtake their quarry.  “Prepare the crossbows and signal to the others.” She added. Mary felt the lash of the whip on her tender butt and they were off again at a canter.

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

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