Auction for Breeders

I was in and out of consciousness for most of the car ride. It could have been hours, it could have been days. I was wedged between two of the men from the club, with the older man in the front with their driver. As the car began to jolt along a bumpy track, I knew we must be getting close to The Farm.

"Almost home, darlin," came a voice from the front. "You'll love it."

I blinked as I looked out of the window, seeing nothing but trees as we bumped along. Every jolt sent a flare of pain into my poor abused body. I'd been put into a thin dress over the hideous underwear from the auction and I was desperate to have a shower and a proper sleep.

Soon the car came to a stop, and the men either side of me jumped out. The man on my right pulled me across the seats and set me on bare feet on the stony ground. We appeared to be in the yard of a large pig farm, judging by the noises and smell. A huge rusted barn was off to the right and a large modern farmhouse stood before us.

"Home sweet home," the older man called, coming up behind me and slapping my ass so hard that I winced. "My boys are going to take real good care of you, lot 45. Real good care." He smirked and walked towards the house as I was frog marched towards the door.

Another car pulled up just as we reached the threshold and the rest of the men from the club climbed out. I hadn't properly counted them last night but it seemed that there were four younger guys and the one older man. Was he their father?

I didn't have a chance to wonder as I was taken inside and steered towards a room towards the back of the ground floor. With a rough shove, the men holding me let me go and closed the door behind them. I heard the click of a lock.

The room I was in was sparsely furnished, with a small double bed in the middle. As I got to my feet, I noticed a door in the corner that led to a small bathroom. I sighed in relief as I turned the tap and found water, scooping it up and drinking from my cupped hands. I perched on the toilet gingerly, and reached round to gently remove the butt plug, shuddering as it came free. It seemed ridiculous to stand there and wash it with hand soap in the sink but what else was normal about the last 48 hours of my life?!

A few minutes later, I heard the lock click again and I walked back into the bedroom to find one of the men holding a tray with some soup and bread on it.

"I thought you might be hungry," he said, sliding it onto the chest of drawers next to the bed. I looked at him and he met my eyes. Something soft lingered there.

"Thank you," I said quietly. I knew I couldn't trust anyone right now but there was something about the gesture that make me feel a tiny bit less afraid than I'd been before.

"You'll need your strength," he added, ominously. "The last girl didn't last long and Father is losing patience."

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that," he said, looking down. "But it will be better for you if you don't fight them."

Fear spiked through me. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Father means to breed you. He wants a legacy. He doesn't care which of his sons starts off the new generation but he wants it to start now. Everyone will be coming for you. Some of my brothers have ... extreme tastes. You should prepare yourself."

"How can I possibly prepare myself?! Can't you help me?!"

"Don't mistake me for a good man, lot 45." He said, his voice turning cold.

"It's Jess," I replied. "I'm Jess."

He looked at me for a beat longer and then turned and left the room. The lock clicked.

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With no clock in the room, I lost track of time. The soup and bread were surprisingly good if a little bland. I had a shower and redressed in the same dress, minus the underwear. If I was to endure what the soup-bearing brother had implied, there wouldn't be a lot of need for it anyway. I was staring at the ceiling when the lock clicked again and two of the other brothers barged in.

"Time to play, sweetheart," the one with the shaved head said, as he grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me out of the room. "We've got something special planned for tonight."

We descended down some stairs and into a cool basement area. The lights pinged on and I was instantly reminded of the clinic where my nightmares had begun. The longer haired man tore my dress off and steered me over to a strange piece of furniture I'd never seen before. My nipples hardened with the cold and I was pushed down so that the front of my torso rested on a long thin bench. I was essentially on my hands and knees, which were then strapped into place with thick Velcro cuffs.

"Pretty as a picture," came a voice from behind me as the older man came into view. He stood in front of me and looked down at me then shoved two fingers roughly into my mouth, making me gag. On reflex, I bit down and he jerked his hand back and slapped me in the face. Tears stung my eyes but I refused to cry out. I was not going to give him the satisfaction.

"Bad girls get punished. Do you want to be punished, little darlin'?" He said, gripping my cheeks in his fingers. He smelled of pig shit and my stomach turned. I glared back in reply.

"Oh we've got a feisty one!" Long haired guy said, coming around to look at me. "I can't wait to get my hands inside her and wring that bad attitude out."

"Have fun, kid. Remember the goal," said his dad as he walked out of view.

I closed my eyes as he came around behind me and spat on my exposed pussy and ass. "I'm going to really enjoy stretching you out."

Suddenly, I felt the press of his cock against my pussy as he roughly shoved himself inside me. I winced in pain as he started pumping his dick into me dry. Every thrust chafed and burned and he grunted before shoving a thumb in my ass at the same time. "You like that, slut?" He said, as his pace quickened.

"You cry so pretty," came a voice near my head. I kept my eyes closed.

"Tell me what her tears taste like, Kev," came the grunting reply of the man inside me.

I flinched as Kev - the one with the shaved head - licked the slide of my face. "She tastes like heaven," he replied.

"Her pussy is choking my cock," stuttered out Steve he jerked and finished inside me. "Now for the real fun," he panted.

Without warning he thrust three fingers into my pussy, creating a burn as he started to split his fingers and pushed them in further. I gasped as he roughly worked me, pushing in and out, his hand becoming slippery with his own cum. The feeling was so alien and he kept forcing his fingers back in, brutally forcing my flesh to yield to him. When he added a fourth finger, I suddenly realised what he'd meant when he'd talked about getting his hands inside me. I panted as the stretch continued to burn and then gasped as I felt a pop and his whole hand slid inside me. I could feel my pussy sucking it in, closing up around his wrist as he flexed his fingers in and out of a fist.

"Wooo we've got a live one!" He shouted victoriously as he vigorously moved his first inside my tortured pussy. I'd never known a fullness like it and I squirmed in my restraints as my body tried to cope with the intrusion. He started punch fucking me, mercilessly thrusting his fist inside me. I was sure I'd be able to see it moving if I could see my stomach. The fullness was completely overwhelming as my body stretched and yielded while he fisted me.

Kev then appeared around the side of me holding a riding crop. Without warning, he cracked the end of the crop against my clit, sending shooting pains into my body and forcing me to cry out. He started laughing and then repeated the motion as I gasped and tried to hold my breath. On the fourth hit, I whimpered as a familiar feeling began to build inside me. By the sixth or seventh hit, sweat was pouring down my face as I tried to hold back my orgasm. Finally on the 10th hit, my body convulsed and I felt my whole pussy spasm around Steve's hand, with an unfamiliar gush. I was still twitching when he yanked his fist out of my gaping pussy, then paused and pushed all of his cum back in.

"I can't even tell what's her cum and what's yours," laughed Kev as he looked at the evidence of my squirting running down my thighs.

Steve wiped his hands on my ass cheeks, before strolling out of the room. "We're going to have so much fun together, little bird," he called as he slammed the door, leaving me alone with Kev.

"What shall we do next, little doll?" he drawled as he dragged the crop up my naked thigh.

I held my breath and wondered what would torture would come next.

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