Down on the Farm 11: the Lesson

WARNING: unlike in most of my work, there is a death scene in this piece. It is used as an example to the others. If this bothers you, please skip this chapter, or at least that section. While I write fetish and rough erotica, I am doing it for enjoyment, not to traumatize those who have been hurt.

Please tread carefully and may this be your bog water.

The willful female woke the following morning, still unable to remove the gag she had been fitted with. The night had been long, but more comfortable that the last few nights where she had been made to stand for hours on end.

What was new the previous night was the sounds of sex. No words, but the screams and moans were undeniable. The female across the hall from her had also been kept awake by the sounds, but seemed more aroused than annoyed.

Footsteps came down the hallway and the female looked up. The male, calling himself her handler, stopped at the stall across the hall, talking softly to the other female. She responded with a moo and he chuckled. He opened her stall door and the female followed him out of her stall, her tail swishing cheerfully.

The male came back without the other female, but held a lead and cattle prod in his hands. "All right, heifer." he started. "We are going to try this again. If it goes well, we will get you processed. If not, you will be striped and made to stand until you collapse, and if that doesn't work, you are in line to be destroyed. What happens is up to you."

He opened her stall, challenging her to be difficult. For the moment, the female was too tired, too hungry to be defiant. She allowed herself to be led into a room and held down by her neck. A female came into the room with a clipboard.

"Finally this one is here. It's only been a week." the female spoke as she checked her clipboard. "Another day and she was to be destoryed."

"I know. She knows." her handler admitted. "I heard that one is still defiant."

"It is going to be destroyed this afternoon. They have said they want all the herd out there to observe. Really solidify the reality of their situation." the female said. "I hope it works for this one. All right, let's get her up."

Her handler pulled her over to a metal platform and wrapped steel clamps around her hooves. Once she was secure the platform raised up and the heifer let out a sound of surprise.

"Stay still, you stupid cow. If not, I will stripe you before you go back to her stall." the female with the clipboard snapped and slapped her on the leg.

The captured female struggled to stop trembling. The male looked at her, disappointment in his eyes.

"Her name is Ka. Short, easy to remember for the stupid heifer. Let's get her collar on so I can get to other, more important things."

The male brought over a thicker collar and while the female unhooked the one she was wearing, the male snapped the new one in place. It was heavier and thicker than the last one. It settled on her neck, the weight reminding her of her place.

"Now her tail." the female said.

"I was advised to give her the largest tail until she becomes more compliant." the male advised, getting a smile from the female.

"I think it's fair." she said as she went to a cabinet and pulled out a plug with a long tail braided a the end. It was nearly three inches wide at the widest point tapering down to about an inch. "Dry or lube?"

"Just a little lube. I want her to remember." the male said. The pair took a tube of lubricant and put a small drop on the end of the plug.

"If you move, we will beat you. Hold still, be silent." the female warned. The heifer, now named Ka, tensed as the pair moved behind her. She felt the plug press against her ass before pressure was applied. It felt as if she was being split in two, and Ka struggled to remain silent and still.

The push of the plug was relentless and finally Ka let out a scream, as much as the gag allowed. She struggled to not twist away from the plug, her screams changing to sobs.

Finally the plug found its home and Ka sobbed for air. The two people around her spoke for a moment, but the heifer didn't hear their words so concerned she was about her own pain. Her ass was on fire, and her throat was getting hoarse from the screaming she had done the last few days.

And it didn't seem like it would end soon, as Ka let out another scream as the cane lashed her one after another for a total of fifteen times.

When the beating finally stopped her handler latched a leash to her collar and tugged her out of the room, threatening her with a prod as she walked back to her stall. Once she was secure in her stall with a lead hooked to the wall, the male looked down at her.

"Your name is Ka. That will be your name until you die. You cannot talk so I don't have to worry about you trying to talk to anyone about your past. You are expected to do what I say, when I say, how I say or you have seen the result. This will be made perfectly clear to you later this afternoon. My name is Isiah. I am your handler...and your controller as far as you are concerned. I have one perfectly behaved heifer, Tori right over there," he said and motioned to the female across the hall from her who thrust out her chest at mention of her name, "so I only have you because we have gotten in new females. I have no problem beating you black and blue and making this life impossible for you. To where you are begging me to kill you. But I also don't have to. Having two good girls would be pleasant, but Tori is the alpha female at the moment. If you understand, stomp a hoof."

Ka, now given the speech, tapped her hand on the ground hard enough to make a noise. Her head went down as she realized that she was now complying with her captor's commands.

Isiah closed Ka's stall and went to the female across the hall. He opened her stall and she watched Tori look up at the male.

"Can you be a good girl, Tori?" she heard him ask. The other female put her mouth forward and waited. Ka watched as Isiah took his cock out of his pants and let the female wrap her mouth around it. His length was impressive and Ka watched as he fucked Tori's mouth with vigor. One last moan had him thrust deep into her mouth before he retreated and smiled at the female. As soon as he was finished putting his cock back into his pants he reached into his pocket and brought something out. Ka watched as Isiah moved Tori's gag to the side and put whatever he had under it.

Tori mooed pleasure as her handler retreated and she went to follow him out of her stall. She walked beside him out of sight.

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Later that day Isiah came back into his section of the barn with two leads. It was time to show the heifers and bulls how serious their situation was. Taking his two females to a larger room that was currently empty. He moved the two across the room and fastened them to the floor so they couldn't move. Tori, his pride and joy, stood patiently, watching him for any further commands. Ka, his new female was fidgeting and he resisted the urge to correct her.

After a few minutes the other handlers brought the other heifers in. Each handler had two except for one, Lucas had only Beth. It was his other female that was being made the example.

Once all the females were present and secured, the door opened. A heifer, restrained by her gag, a collar that held her neck away from her body, hobbled with wood making her steps the smallest possible, was led into the room. She screamed at every chance she had, trying to twist away from the male handler bringing her in.

She was led into the middle of the room, secured by all four hooves and by three different leads, her neck still away from her body.

"Some of you have been defiant, thinking that fighting is the best path for you." the male addressed the females who looked from the struggling female to the male talking to them. "I am here to show you this is not the wise course of action. This heifer," he motioned to the one in the middle of the room, "has yet to do anything asked. She has been here for five days, like the new females. While the others have eventually realized that struggling is not the answer, this heifer remains strong. I am here to show you what happens to heifers we cannot control. That refuse to comply."

Without another word the male strode to the female and removed a knife. As gasps went around the room, he brought it across the defiant female's throat. A thin line of red immediately appeared and started to pour from the wound.

The wounded female's eyes widened as she realized there was nothing she could do to stop her own death. The others watched as blood ran from the female's throat to the ground, pooling in front of her. Tori turned her gaze away but was tapped on the rump by Isiah who directed her gaze back to the middle of the room.

It took almost twenty minutes for the female to bleed out, collapsing in her restraints, her empty eyes looking at the females in the room. All of the heifers in the room were sobbing after having to watch an example of disobedience in front of them.

Ka was silent as Isiah led her back to her stall, knowing that she had come within a few hours of the example being her. She trembled in fear as she was restrained in her stall once again. Tori was taken out once again and led off down a hallway. The usually compliant female was silent, head down as she walked.

Once she was milked, a process that brought her only frustration that evening, she was left free in her stall. Not once had she looked to the female across the hall to see her handler's new ward.