Upon a dark night (squidley and my dark side)

[squidley]

I pull her from the van. Next, Zeke the farm manager, with his long experience in handling slaves, he hands me the shock prod. The prods are high-powered version of the electric prods used to motivate cattle to their deaths in an abattoir, but like the modern taser, these have been tune to deal with humans.

I give the slave a quick shot in the ass, just as a test, which drops her to the ground instantly. Zeke and I pull her back to her feet and pull the gag from her mouth.

“Slave, from now on you will call me or Zeke, Master – anything else will bring instantaneous punishment. Sometimes you will also be called on to serve a woman, and you will call her Mistress. If you need to discern between Zeke or myself, you will call him Master Zeke, and I am Master S. Any deviation will be punished severely. Do you understand slave???”

She looks at us incredulously and her pause is reason enough. Zeke and I turn the prods against her, Zeke repeated shocking her ass and legs, while I go for the tits and chest of the screaming convulsing woman.

[my dark side]

Once i am over my torture i look up and at the one that brought me here "Yes Master S" then i turn to look at the other guy " Yes Master Zeke. i understand and will obey "

"Please just dont hurt me".begging to them both lik emy life depended on it

[squidley]

Zeke and I escort the new sow into the breeding room. The room is long and low, made of heavy timbers. There are heavy timbers set cross wise at around chest height for various people. Each is carved to accept the heads and arms of the human sows to be bred. The stocks would look natural in some medieval torture chamber, which isn’t far from what this is. Three other naked women are already bound in the stocks and the stains of old spunk leaking from their abused cunts and dripping down their legs. Their ankles are bound in horizontal stocks so that their legs can not move, and an open platform for their rapists, allowing the men pumping their seed into the unwilling women’s pussy and asshole to rest upon are behind each woman. Wooden stools are arrayed in front of each woman, so a seated male can receive the oral attentions available from the bound women.

The new girl is marched down the narrow isle behind the already bound sows. One is obviously pregnant and red marks are her wrists, neck and legs mark the fact she has been standing in the stocks a long time. Each of the bound women wears a ball gag to silence their cries, and their faces are all tear stained. One has cruel red welts across her back from some whip or strap for a alleged transgression or failure.

The girl is placed in the stocks, the wooden members adjusted and she is locked in place. Secured as she is, it’s time for her breeding to start again. But I give Zeke the honors of her pussy for her first fuck in this living hell. His 12 inch long 3 inch wide cock will fill her like a stallion. In the mean time I move the stool in front of her face and pull my cock out for her face fuck. But I’ll wait until Zeke has finished. His monster cock will start her experience off right, but during her screams of agony her mouth might not be the best place for my cock. After, it should be fine to fill her face with jism from my raging hardon.

[my dark side]

I cry out in agony as he fills my hole with his dick, he seems to enjoy my agony as he thrusts harder and faster and it doesnt take long for him to cum deep in me. "Your turn with the slave" he says as he stangs up satisfied with his accompishment. The original guy walks in front of me and shoves his dick deep in my throat he shoves as hard and as fast as he can, it feels like he is trying to cause me pain.

[squidley]

Zeke fucked the sow admirably, his 12 inches of hard pistoning cock pump a cup of hot cum into her. I slide my dick into her hot and waiting mouth, the prod in my hand where she can see it. Sliding my dick down her throat, her dry tongue is raspy against my firm thick cock. Her hair drapes over her face and I brush the dark mass aside and look into her pleading eyes as my cock fills her mouth.

Having enjoyed the show of Zeke’s huge manhood pounding her pussy until it was sloppy, I dump my load deep into her mouth so she chokes on it. Her attitude has won no favors with me, and I take the waiting ball gag and hold it before her face.

“Now what do you say slave?” I ask and she looks dumbfounded at me. I fit the ball gag and then walk behind her, her ass held high in the air by the stocks. I pull one of the waiting rattan canes out. The cane makes a whistling sound as it cuts the air before slamming into her ass. The cane rises and falls ten times, leaving red angry welts on her round white ass. After the beating, I walk in front of her, and peer into her tear stained eyes.

“Next time slave, thank your Master for the pleasure of receiving his cum.”

[my dark side]

My ass is stinging from its beating it just recieved. I see the original guy looking at me and saying about thanking them for raping me, i wasnt gonna try and dissagree with him, im not that stupid i knew ide get beaten with the cane again. I look at him and nod my head so he knows i will comply with his demand.

I dont know what they have planned for me now but i know it cant be good,All i know is that i feel really sick from all the torture and no proper meals for ages.

[squidley]

Master Zeke comes down to the breeding room to service the sows and see that they are taken care of. Throwing a set of leg irons on the new sow, he backs her arms out of the stocks and cuffs them together. Applying a collar and leash he finally pulls the new slave’s head from the stocks.

“Well slave, seeing that you are new, it’s time for you to earn your dinner." Another rattan cane in hand, he leads the new girl to the back of each of the other women in turn. At the first, and later at all the rest, he instructs the sow to lick and suck clean the pussy and asshole of each woman. The new sow get’s mouthfuls of sticky cum from the gapping pussies of he frequently sexually used women. Even the pregnant slave fuck pig has a pussy full of used spunk.

Each of the other three women is licked clean by the newest slave. Any hint of refusal to lick and suck the other women dry is met by a severe caning with the dry hard rod that Master Zeke wield with authority.

After the last woman is serviced and sucked clean and dry of all the sticky cum in her pussy, ass and on her legs, the new girl is lead back to her station in line, and returned to the stocks for a day’s hard fucking and sucking.

Meal time for the new slave is over when Master Zeke offers her a bucket of water to drink from as the end of her cunt as ass licking duties. He also reminds her to her command to give respect to Master Zeke, and so as expected., he asks the question before he steps away to leave:

“Now what do you say, slave?”

[my dark side]

Feeling totally defeated, i helo my head low with my chin as close to my chest as possible after being made to perform that humilating task.

I cant beive he is expecting me to thank him for making me do that. "What do i say Master?" my voice sounding sweet and mimicing his words. "Yes slave, i beleive you have something to say now" his face smirking as though he has already won my defeat.

My head raises, as a smirk apears on my face, i stare himin his eyes "FUCK YOU" spitting as i speak.

[squidley]

Zeke just smiles at the new slave’s insolence. He quietly leads her back to her stocks, places her in them and gags her, then pats her ass as he leaves the room and turning out the light. The girls long accustom to the daily routine know something special is about to occur. The lights in the room are never doused unless one of the sows is being removed, never to return or be seen again. The sows know it’s sort of a last chance to rest before facing the unthinkable. Are they sold? Or are they killed? One dark rumor is that they are roasted alive like some suckling pig for some horrible feast. None knows except that they never return.

Long hours later, the light returns, but only a few bright flashlights, just enough to drag the new sow out into the early daylight hours. A small group lies gathered outside as Zeke and I drag the new sow out in the cool morning air, the sun just at the horizon.

A single tall pole with an iron ring set near the top awaits the sow. The chains dangling from her cunt still carry the prickly balls that stab her thighs as she walks to the post. Her leg irons tinkle as she walks over the dusty ground and the handcuffs almost carelessly applied in front of her body for a change seem small and light.

She is lead by her collar and leash to the post, a rope with a carabineer set on it is looped thru the metal ring at the top of the post, and when she arrives her handcuffs are snapped into the carabineer and her arms and body are lifted from the ground as the rope is pulled taunt. Zeke steps forward and removes the short length of chain and the spiked metal balls hanging from her labia.

The small group watches as I take the flagellum, the leather whip which has been soaking in a bucket of brine near the poll, and flick it in the air a few times. Even the sow’s gag has been removed, and oddly in a few moments the gag might have brought her some small comfort. The whip in not quite the classic tool of old Rome, the spurs removed, but otherwise it is true to its heritage.

With her back to me, her large breasts pushed against the splinter yielding pole, the whipping begins. No part is spared. She is first whipped on the back, from her neck to her feet. Red marks interlace her whole body and her screams echo in the cool morning sun. When she faints the first time, a bucket of cold brine is splashed upon her to rouse her and smelling salts are given, then the whipping continues. In time, she is turned, her fleshy mounds face the lashing leather and her breasts and nipples feel the heat of the whip as it criss-crosses her body. Again she faint and again she is roused.

As the morning warms and she faints again under the cruel beating I am administering, she lapses from consciousness one more time. More cold salt water is used, the fine cuts left on her skin by the whip scream at her in terrible agony as the salt festers in her wounds. Whipped front to back from head to foot, she is finally given rest, a brief respite when the rope is released and she is dropped to the ground below the stake.

A heavy wooden beam awaits her at the base of the pole. She is forced to drag the heavy beam across a field to a high hill a hundred yards or more away. The electric prods are used to assure her forward movement, and should she faultier they are generously applied until she moves the beam again towards the high hill.

Once at the hill, the beam is taken from her by strong arms and it is fitted to another strong pole already set in the ground that rises several feet above her head. The cross-member fitted, the wooden structure resembles a “T” and the girl at last knows her fate. Still wearing the handcuffs and leg irons she can not run, and the electric prods await her in any case.

Finally she is lifted up and her arms go over the cross member to be bound to the central pole. The handcuffs discarded, individual leather restrains await her wrists and her arms are bound behind her, but support her full weight upon the cross. The leg irons are removed and her legs are spread wide, the metal rings on her pussy lips glinting in the early sun. Her legs too are bound to the post, and frog tied as she is, all her bodily delights, her pussy, her ass, her breasts and mouth remain exposed.

A final wash of cold salt water over her wound wakes her again, and I climb a short stool before her to look into her eyes. Opening my fly, my cock springs out and I enter her wet sore gash and slowly fuck her as I look into her eyes. The painful tears flow and her breath is labored from holding her own weight on her over extended shoulders.

Slowly I fuck her, playing with her breasts as I do so almost absent mindedly. Her pain is exquisite, every inch of her skin crying out and every muscle and bone screaming as one. Yet her pussy is still moist from the cocks that have used her and the salty water of her flagellation. It is still silky smooth as I rape her on the cross.

Cumming in her pussy, perhaps for the last time, I empty my balls into her, pulling her ass to me as I do so. Spent, my last throbbing spasm done, I slide my cock out of her as I kiss her cheek and then I step from the stool, folding my cock away as I do so.

Looking up at the crucified woman Zeke says some final words before we leave her to the hot sun of the coming day.

“And now she shall know who are her Masters and she shall never forget.”

[my dark side]

As i hang on the 'T' cross, my body is telling me it wants to give up, i can feel every inch of my body but only the pain aspects of it. Thoughts about me dieing up here make my body shake with fear causing my muscle so ache even more. As i struggle to get the thoughts out of my mind i start to feel the heat of the day start to his my naked and beaten body, the feeling of pain and thirst taking over my minds thoughts.

As the day goes on my body is starting to become numb, unable to feel anything, even the cuts ad wounds are now numb. Thoughts and fear race though my mind, is this a sign that my body is shutting down on me unable to handle any more of the abuse its coped. Ive been up here all day now without even a glance of either of the males. My mouth is so dry i can hardly even speak now, praying to myself that they will come back, nothign they can dish out will even come close to what they are putting me through here.

I can feel myself begining to pass out and my last thought i can remember is about the way i am going to die.

[squidley]

The girl wakes up in a warm dark room, lying on a firm cot, a metal collar around her neck with a chain attached trailing off into the darkness. There is a strong smell of some exotic oil and her body sticks to the thin sheet that covers her naked form.

She’s tired, so tired, and drifts in and out of consciousness. When she again wakes, a yellow light streams through a small window high on the wall. A bowl and pitcher set upon a small table next to her cot. The pitcher, clear glass, is filled with water and ice and a plastic tumbler sit next to the bowl.

A small gas heater in the corner casts a cheery glow in the room, and a gentle warmth. Lifting her arms she can see that she is covered with some ointment that smells of sandalwood and that her dark hair has been pinned back.

There comes a soft knock at the old style wooden door of the room and a nude woman enters, chains at her wrists and ankles and a ball gag in her mouth. She sets a tray covered with assorted fruit on the sidebar set into the wall and leaves without a word, her chains tinkling softly.

The girl’s arms and legs are free. No chains binding her for the first time in days, but as she moves she knows the links are still in her pussy lips. Sitting up she looks around at the quiet room.

There is another knock at the door, this time louder, and she wonders, now what?

[my dark side]

Confused by what i see i, i pick up the water and look at it and smell it, it seems ok so i take a drink from it, so thirsty i guzzle down as much as i can.

I look around the area i am to see what is there, it feels great that my hands adn feel are free from chains, how long can it last i think to myself. I hear a knock, stuttles i say in an almost whisper " whos there" , after no answer i ask again in a little bit higher voice, still no answer.

I sloly get up and walk to the door to find its not locked, so i slowly open it up,

[squidley]

The door opens with a loud creak onto a empty hallway of old bare wood walls over a concrete floor. Another nude woman, in chains and gag like the last, turns with a start as you open the door. Her belly is round and large as she is months pregnant. Silent and unable to speak because of the gag, she reaches out to hand you a fluffy white towel from the stack she carries, but you can not reach it. The chain around your neck is at it’s end, and you can not leave the room.

The pregnant slave steps closer and offers a warm towel looking at you with liquid brown eyes. Reaching out, she offers the towel, but just turns and walks away when you stand their quietly after tugging on your chain. She can’t answer you anyway, so why ask her questions?

I watch this all quietly from the opposite direction, and walk quietly up to you, then speak. “Hello slave, on your knees before your Master."

[my dark side]

Knowing i cant go anythere cause of the chain around my neck, i do as he says, not wanting ot disobey him or get him angry as i thought after the last time i did i was goign to die.

As i slowly lower myself onto my knees, i look up him and stare him right in his eyes " what now master"

[squidley]

I pull my cock from my trousers and place it before your mouth and you take it in, sucking me quietly as I stroke the long hard rod in and out of your soft wet mouth. Gently taking your hair in my hand I guide your mouth and the rhythm of your cock sucking.

The pregnant slave girl watches for a moment, awaiting a sign of what she should do from me and watching your efforts at oral sex. She knows she may be next, and slowly lowers herself to her knees after carefully setting down the warm towels, but she says nothing, can say nothing.

After a long time I playfully caress your breasts, fondle your nipples and run my hand along the line of your jaw. A few moment later, I groan and fill you mouth with hot spunk. It feels like you’ve swallowed every drop and grasping your iron collar I pull you to your feet and kiss your salty lips.

“That was very good slave. You’re learning” I say as I turn toward the pregnant slave on the floor and slap her face viciously for not moving to please me. The girl crumples on the floor quietly sobbing and tries to pickup the towels knocked over when I struck her. This time I kick her hard in her tits, milk leaking from the bruised mounds afterwards.

“Oh” I say, turning back to you before leaving. “Let me be the first to congratulate you.”

“You’re going to be a mother…”

[my dark side]

Without forgetting what happened last time i look at him before he leaves " thank you master for your cum".

Not wanting to make him anfery while i am recovering from my torture that left me close to death, i decide its not the best time to ask him what he meant by his remark before he left.

leaving me alone again in the room, unable to get loose from my collar i decide to go and lay down to rest again.

[squidley]

Entering her cell at night, the only illumination is provided by the small window high above. The light filters in from the lights of the compound outside, the security lamps to keep the slaves from making it to the electrified fence at the perimeter unobserved.

She lies on her belly, slightly curled to one side, nude under a thin sheet. She still wears the metal collar and the long chain that leads to an anchor point set into the floor.

Exhausted, she sleeps peacefully as I approach the cot she lies upon. I pull down the sheet to see her nude form before me. I run my hands over her bare back and ass. Even after the scourging, her skin is smooth and warm.

I take some of the medicine from the bottle I’ve brought. A warm sensual oil to smooth her skin and take the burn away, it smells of sandalwood. I rub it over her back, and down over her ass, smoothing the knots away as I find them. She melts like a liquid beneath my touch. From her ass I work my way down each leg. The oil warms her and she moans softly as I work the muscles of her legs and calves. Turning her slightly, I even work the sides of her body, plying pleasure from her.

She’s awake. I know it. Even as I spread her legs from behind, she lies quietly, not fighting. I lube her pussy with the oil, and her asshole, taking my time deciding what hole I’ll slide my already hard cock into. Ah, it’s to be her pussy I think.

Sliding my jeans down, I push her legs wider and my cock finds the crack between her ass cheeks. Rubbing my cock back and forth, I find the wet slit of her pussy and push into her. She’s dry, but the oil makes my cock slide easily into her. I fuck her gently from behind, my hands resting on the round globes of her ass, kneading it as I drive in and out of her. Stretching out further, I pull her shoulders with my hands as the slow fuck continues.

She’s breathing harder as we continue, even though she’s trying not to appear awake, I know that the pounding cock in her has roused her from her sleep. Her tight pussy feels so good on my hard shaft and soon I am filling the little mother to be with more hot seed.

Spent, I pull out of her and draw my jeans back up and buckle them before getting off the cot to do what I’ve come to do in the first place. From beneath the cot I pull out an old box, in the box are a set of manacles for her wrists and leg irons for her ankles. I fit the chains to her and then remove the collar.

Kissing her check softly I whisper into her ear, “Tomorrow you start work” and before I rise to leave the room I hear her reply quietly, “thank you for your cum Master…”

[my dark side]

I wait for him to leave the room, then i get up and try and find a way out. Running my cuffed hands along the walls holding me prisoner here. Unable to find any way out i try the door, with luck he left it unlocked. Opening the door slowly, i peer out and look around to see if i can see anyone or any way out. After i see that the coast is clear i slowly creep, while trying to keep the chains on my ankles quiet, in a direction i think to be out as i havent seen this part of the area before. i come across some other girls in what look like large animal cages, I see a key on the wall and grab it to go and free them. One is too scared to leave the cage but the other 2 follow me, they are unsure of the area aswell as they were brought in unconsious and havent seen past their view from their cages.

WE find a door and pray that it leads to the outside. As i peer out i am releaved that is the outdoors, we step through and push ourselves agaisnt the side of the building to try and remain out of site as we servey the area for a good place to get outside the boundaries of the lot.

[squidley]

The new prisoner, the young mother to be, has found her way from her cell as expected. She even found the holding area for the recent purchases, women who were sold into slavery by the boyfriends or husbands or who are simply on loan to the farm until they are suitably bred.

She releases two of the slaves and they follow her in the darkness of that wing of the breeding farm until they find an outside door. Slipping out, they look for an escape.

Fortunately, the closed circuit television cameras have followed their every move and the warders are already closing in for the capture. The slut will be more than suitably punished and the little mother will learn a valuable lesson. She will be lucky, but her new friends will not. Unfortunately for them, they have chosen the door leading to the punishment compound.

Outside are the racks and stocks. Several naked sows are already stretched on the racks, hanging from their wrist or ankles as not all of them are right side up. Some hang upside down, the blood rushing to their head after long hours there. Two more are in the stocks, one bound by her feet, her soles beaten bloody on her naked body, and the other has her head and arms thru the stocks, naked too and her ass black with old blood from a whipping.

One girl lies bound to a spit, her body burned slightly from the cooling fire beneath her that still smoke slightly.

The three little escapees are startled as the flood lamps come up and the men with the tasers close in. Wires from the little electric guns fly as the men laugh and a few seconds later, the three women lie screaming and writhing on the ground.

“How nice of you to come to out for your punishment…” I laugh as the men grin evilly.

[my dark side]

Lying on the ground in intence pain, my eyes keep focusing on th eother females that are being tortured in horrible ways. I pray that i do not become one of them, i have never known this sort of torture or that it even existed.

I start to feel the pain from the tazor ease and fear starts to fill me even more.