Slave Farm

CHAPTER FOUR

A Day in the Life

On the Farm each day began before dawn when the rude lights came on in the slave quarters and interrupted the calls and sounds of the startled night creatures who buzzed and fluttered about in the surrounding swamp. The slaves were awakened by the quiet, efficient hustle of four Wardresses releasing the steel cuffs that kept each in his bed throughout the night.

Upon release each slave quickly assumed the submission position kneeling beside his bed with his face to the floor, awaiting the command to make up his bed clothing before going to the bathroom facility and the dining room located in a separate but similarly bare, rustic building behind their sleeping quarters.

Goddess Natasha and Mistress Jenny continued Their blissful sleep as the gentle ocean breezes and sounds of the eternally restless surf danced through the open balcony doors of the high tower condo, and were not at all aware nor disturbed by the predawn rituals of the slave quarter. Later that day They would be at the Farm for a gala celebration with their Femdom guests, but in the predawn hours They were happily asleep.

The slave richard likewise was allowed to remain in bed to recover from the second beating he had suffered from the Wardresses at midnight, when he was caned by W. Trisha and W. Malena, who took their turns at his initiation, while the other slaves watched silently from their beds, reliving their own painful first beatings. Nothing so focused a slave’s mind as the burning sting of the cane laid on with vigor and joyous abandon by young Mistresses.

After a breakfast of oatmeal and dry bread prepared by severin, the slaves were marched off to perform different work duties for the profit of the Farm. Naked they were, except for a wide coolie hat of straw to protect them from the tropical sun, a canteen of water strapped to their waists, the ubiquitous CB3000 constraining their penises, and their own trainers to protect their feet.

Three or four slaves, linked together by a light chain to their collars and surrounded by yapping, playful dogs, followed each Wardress riding high in the saddle of Her horse. The Wardresses were attired in their uniforms of riding boots, tight fitting breeches, white blouses, and derby hats, and each, of course, carried a menacing riding crop.

Each Wardress carefully guided Her entourage of servants away from low lying pools of water for fear of alligators, although in truth, as the waters of the Glades cooled in November the gators became quite inactive and were of little danger until the May mating season. But They were instructed by Goddess Natasha not to take unnecessary chances with the safety and health of the slaves under Their control. Care had to be taken because occasionally a rogue bull gator would rear up from hibernation and snap at any moving creature.

One troop was led to work in the tomato fields. The first winter crop was soon due to provide a small profit for the Farm. Another unit was marched off to the Orange grove where the first fragrant blossoms were just appearing on the limbs of the trees. Another source of income for the Farm. The third went to clean out the barn and stables, while the fourth was lead to the main house, where they would begin quietly to prepare breakfast for Goddess Natasha’s guests in residence.

So, these affluent gentlemen, these lawyers, doctors, bankers, businessmen, and assorted professionals, enriched the coffers of Goddess Natasha not only with the exorbitant fees they paid to experience authentic Female Supremacy, but also with their labor as consensual slaves at the Farm.

The resident Guests to whom breakfast would shortly be served were dominant Ladies from all parts of the world vacationing with their personal slaves on the Farm and taking day trips for shopping or visiting the nearby, world class beaches. The visitor suites on the second floor were luxuriously furnished. The extravagant cost of each Lady’s vacation was borne of course by Her personal slave, and this was an additional source of income for the Farm.

The personal slaves remained indoors all morning with their Mistresses, attending to Their bath and hair and nails and whatever else was required of them. The Farm slaves mostly worked in the hot sun each morning unless they were lucky enough to draw duty in the house or the barn.

At the noon break, W. Ebony chained Her troop in the horse stalls with food and water and road back to the slave quarters to check on the condition of the most recent slave. She was concerned that richard had been beaten so severely She would have to call in a member of the Farm’s medical staff. But, She was relieved to see that though still lying in bed he seemed to be alert and comfortable.

For his part, richard cringed when the Wardress entered the barracks. Was there to be more punishment, he wondered? He wasn’t sure how much he could withstand and he was having some serious doubts about his decision to volunteer to be enslaved at the Farm.

“Don’t be afraid, honey,” Ebony said gently. “Turn over and let Me see your bruises.” She examined his buttocks and the back of his legs carefully, then ran Her finger tips over the ridges of his bruises and blisters. Some of the wounds were still open, so She washed them with a peroxide disinfectant and tenderly applied a soothing gel. “My goodness, baby, you really have some beautiful streaks of red and blue across your ass. I have to tell you it makes Me a little wet to touch them. Oh baby, don’t cry.”

Ebony lay down in the bed and cradled richard in Her arms. At first he tensed with resistance but then he succumbed to the heat and to the sweet smell of Her body. Ebony held his face against the cleft of Her breasts for a long while and they lay together in the stillness of the abandoned room.

“Uh oh,” She remarked after a bit. “I see your cock is starting to get hard. I love to see your little white cock grow and get thick for Ebony. Too bad that’s not allowed here. Nope, I will have to strap that bad boy with a CB3000. Inferior males are not allowed to have erections,” She teased as She stroked poor richard’s throbbing cock. “Only Ladies get orgasms here on the Farm,” She laughed as She slapped his erection. “And I’m going to show you how a slave serves a Lady even though his little dickey is caged.”

Ebony rubbed his cock while he shivered with desire. When he approached the moment of ejaculation, She squeezed his scrotum mercilessly. Her victim let out a long howl of anguish at the surprising pain. Ebony crunched the poor boys balls for the time it took for his penis to go completely flaccid. Then She enclosed it within the plastic rings of the chastity device.

Unshackling his ankle from the rail of the bed, Ebony linked a leash to richard’s collar and lead him to his knees on the floor. With great pain he crawled behind Her and followed Her into the bedroom She occupied at the end of the barracks.

“Submission, slave”

“Yes, Mistress, as You wish.” He pressed his face into the room’s carpet and caught only fleeting glimpses but heard the sounds of Her boots coming off, and then Her riding breeches.

“Up, boy. Come lick your Mistress’s pussy. Come rub your face against Me and smell Me and suck My Superior sex.”

The slave obeyed his Wardress. She pulled his face hard against the soft, kinky hair surrounding Her sex, and with Her guidance his mouth found Her clitoris. He sucked on the hard nub and then licked it gently as She squirmed with pleasure. Then She bade him stop. Slave’s face was wet with Her juice but She was not finished.

“Open your mouth, richard.” The slave obeyed. The Wardress inserted a double-cocked mouth gag and strapped it to the back of his head. One latex cock filled his mouth and he clenched his teeth around it. He knew what She expected of him. She sat back in a chair and slowly pushed the outer cock into Her vagina. “Now you will learn how a slave gives pleasure to a Superior. Fuck Me with your facecock, slave,”

Ebony moaned and grabbed the slave by the hairs at the back of his head, pulling the latex cock hard up into Her vagina, and fucked it back and forth through several orgasms, and beyond, gasping and crying loudly and urging the dildo desperately at each penetration. “Fuck Me, motherfucker, fuck Me hard!! Oh, I’m cumming. Goddamnit, I’m cumming. Harder, motherfucker, harder. Ohhhhh, SHIT! Shit, that’s good.”

All the while the slave gripped the penis gag with his teeth, saliva drooled uncontrollably from under the gag, his neck muscles strained and screamed at him, and he blissfully reveled in the sight and smell of the pink vagina surrounded by the soft, curly hairs, and engorged by the black latex dildo. Smothered in a world of warm, soft, black thighs and belly, he fell in love for a second time in two brief days.

The Wardress was spent finally after twenty or thirty minutes and pleased with fucking the facecock who knelt before Her. richard had had his first great lesson in serving and pleasing a Superior. For the remainder of his stay at the Farm no day would pass without him serving as a facecock for the pleasure of the beautiful black Wardress.

“That was lovely, dickhead. I think you are entitled to a reward for pleasing Mistress. Would you like a gift from Mistress, peckerface?” She asked giggling while removing the cock gag from his mouth.

“Oh i would, Wardress. Yes, Ma’am, thank You so much. i am thrilled that i pleased You, ma’am.”

“Your first goody is to lick this cock clean.” She presented him with the end of the gag that had served her vagina. It was wet with Her juices. he licked and sucked upon it and once again tasted Her sweet sex.

“Here’s another reward, slave. A gift to you for being a good little fucker.” W. Ebony rolled over onto Her belly with Her face against the back stuffing of the chair and Her long legs spread wide. “Come lick My ass, white boy. That’s your reward. Lick My black ass real good with your nasty slave tongue.”

Without hesitation, richard pressed his face against the crack between the Wardress’s ass cheeks and thrust his tongue hard against Her sphincter, lapping at it eagerly. For a long while he licked and sucked Her ass while his penis struggled painfully to engorge within the confines of the CB3000. he licked and slurped until Ebony pushed him away.

She led him back to his bed by the leash and shackled his foot once again. Then She laid beside him and kissed his cheek and blew Her gentle breath into his ear and rubbed his nipples. Oh, anguish! the gentle pleasure only brought more pain to his imprisoned cock. “That was so good, sweetheart. I have to go see to the boys I left in the barn. But, honey, you can be sure we’ll be facefucking some more before your week is over.”

The slave grew confused as he watched the Wardress return to Her room to dress and leave the barracks. How could he love and adore both Goddess Natasha and Wardress Ebony? Guilt about the transfer of love and possible disloyalty plagued him. he had traveled to the Farm, after all, because of his infatuation with Goddess Natasha and suddenly he was overwhelmed with desire for the Nubian Wardress. How could he resolve his two loves?

At evening time, after the slaves had completed a long day of hard work, after they were fed and showered, there was to be a gathering for dinner and celebration in the main house, but it was not the slaves who would feast and celebrate. Goddess Natasha and Mistress Jenny were enroute to the Farm to party with Their several Guests and with the Wardresses. The Ladies’ personal slaves and the Farm slaves would act as servants and decorations for the banquet, as well as objects for after dinner fun and games.