In Charge Of The Farm Ch 03

This takes the previous character introduced to and expands their responsibilities. The rest of the livestock in the Down on the Farm came from a similar place, just not to two Alphas there now.

If this part of the series takes off, I might add additional Farms that take the product from here.

Again. Everyone is of age. Not your Bog Water? Move on

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The facility covered about fifty acres, both indoor and outdoor spaces. The group had tried two transitions of their own four years ago with documented success. The two livestock transitioned had become the Alphas at their farm, and the trainers had learned a great deal about their trade since then.

Richie, the thrall in charge of the livestock, discovered that while the profit was in the farms, the pleasure was in the making of the product. He enjoyed collecting the stock, breaking the stock and teaching them their new way of life.

His current projects were tweaks on his tried and true dehumanization methods. Opposite ends of his spectrum. One was a longer break, letting the human keep hope longer because he thought it would end in a more submissive product when the hope was eventually squashed. The other end was a faster break, no days of listening to the suggestions, just hobble and beat until behavior was achieved. That was where he was concerned that more failures would come from, but one of the benefits of failure was an addition to the blood supply for his vampire.

The thrall got out of bed and stretched, not worrying about disturbing the female lounging there who groaned. Technically they were both responsible for this project, but she didn't have the force of personality that Richie did, but loved being sadistic to the humans under her care. That trait is what Richie desired about her and liked to guide her to apply it where needed.

"I'm checking on our projects, I'll be back." Richie informed the female who still was wrapped up in the covers.

"I'll come with you."

"No, Tina." Richie shook his head. "I want them to know if they have screwed up, they are stewing on what you might do to them later. Think of something good...memorable."

"Ooooo." the girl squealed as she sat up in bed. The sheet fell away revealing her naked, perky breasts. The nipples were hard at the thought of designing another torture.

The male chuckled as he left the lavish room for the sparse area below.

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As soon as he left his face took on the scowl that the lower staff was accustomed to. He couldn't let them see he was pleased as they were only human, no thralls. Each of them lived in constant terror that his mood would shift and the handlers would become the livestock.

People scampered out of his way as he walked the hallways of the mock stables. Just under his quarters were the new arrivals, the ones needing breaking...Richie's favourite.

The humans in this area were kept in small spaces, barely big enough to move around in. There were currently three undergoing different levels of treatment.

His quick break was hobbled on all fours, chained severely to the floor and stuffed in both cunt and ass. Her mouth had the gag that all livestock had, depriving her of taste and speaking. Inside her room played the command constantly, reminding her of the place she now inhabited, how worthless and useless she was. The only purpose she had was livestock, and accepting it would end the current treatment and move onto the next. Accepting it would move her onto the next treatment, but it would be just a brutal as the current one.

The regular break was hobbled, but not filled or gagged. It was to accustom her to being on her hands and knees. The recording only played for thirty minutes per hour, giving the livestock some reprieve and chance to think.

Finally the soft break was the worst, letting the female hold out hope as long as possible. Boredom was her worst enemy. She was not bound, gagged or otherwise restrained. The recording the others endured only sounded for ten minutes in her room, giving her the option of allowing herself to be hobbled. It encouraged her to accept the place she would fit into, but did not rush the human. This allowed them to realize they could resist, and possibly think of release or escape. Richie longed to see what happened when the female willingly gave in, knowing that nothing would change until she did.

The severe and normal females sobbed in their cell, a normal reaction, while the soft just huddled in the corner. It was nearly time for the feeding of the trio and while Richie longed to fuck the severe while it bent over the food taking what she could with the gag, it was his own rule that they get no relief until taken from the initial stages.

Going from the start to two that were a bit further along. They were allowed freedom to walk between two rooms, hobbled of course. They had accepted the hobbling and were now working with the gag. They moved between a room where they slept and eat and a room with holes in the floor to accustom them to a field. It was the first time since being acquired that they interacted with others that weren't handlers. Made connections and were offered a bit of comfort that they were not alone.

The pair of second stage livestock remained huddled together, getting used to a herd mentality. They remained in the room with their feed and beds, unable to talk but learning to communicate in a different way. The handlers were scarce in this stage, it wasn't until the next that they came out and were allowed to correct the livestock.

The transition from second to third required injections to enhance the female's breast size, and the males cock. Third's were allowed outside and males were allowed to mingle with the females while they developed. As soon as they finished, they were moved to farms to live out their lives there.

It was unusual for the training center to have a male, bulls were not in as much of demand as heifers, one bull can service a large farm of heifers, but occasionally one was needed. Currently there was no males at the facility, so the heifers were started servicing the handlers.

Although when a male was there it was dangerous to have more than two females around, but without a male, the females naturally formed a herd to support and comfort each other. Currently there were three females out in the controlled field, milling about. Artificial sunlight was beaming from the ceiling and the grass was fake with drain holes underneath to keep the smell and bacteria down. Out in normal grass, the fertilization would take care of itself, but in a training facility there could be any number of livestock present so it needed to be more sterile.

Richie stepped into the field, looking at the three heifers present. Each of them had lashes from the cane that was popular both here and on the farms. They milled about, nuzzling and absorbing the light. All three females had been through the regimented normal training so had little trouble on all fours, tails sticking out of their asses swishing as they walked, with the gags that only allowed sounds like livestock. Their breasts were larger , but not the massive monstrosities seen on other farms. With the right work and care, even the smaller ones could produce a finer quality product.

The thrall moved toward the three females, running a hand over the back of one, feeling soft skin leading up to a mane of hair. Once leaving the farm the hair would be shortened, but for now, it was a good handhold for the males who demanded service.

"Who wants to earn privileges?" Richie questioned the females and one immediately nuzzled his legs, moving her nose toward his crotch. "Ah, good heifer."

As the female worked on his cock he thought of the female in his quarters. She was a good fuck, attentive, but couldn't suck a cock worth any standard. He had bound her, beat her and fucked her in every possible position in his quarters, but never let her suck his cock. He wanted to keep her around, but such a dismal performance could lessen his feelings toward her.

The heifer was patient and attentive as she serviced and soon Richie lost control and the female collected his semen, lapping at the softening cock. to stand.

"Handlers!" Richie called out. Immediately two crept out seeing what the higher up wanted, but trying to stay out of his notice. "These two heifers need work on enthusiasm. I think fifteen should provide enough reminder."

"Yes, sir." they herded the two females out of the paddock and toward the sleeping quarters.

"Good heifer." Richie told the female as he walked out of the field, leaving the lone female to watch for her friends to return.

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There was a female who clenched her eyes closed in a vain attempt to ignore the voice that rattled on endlessly. She was chained down on all fours, thick chains keeping her down while her arms and knees were strapped into uncomfortable boots.

The worst part about it was the dildos shoved deep into her cunt and ass. The one splitting her cunt open was monsterous, at least eleven inches long and two inches thick and the one in her ass was only slightly smaller. Everything below what used to be her waist throbbed with pain.

{i}Your only purpose is as livestock. You will know nothing else in your life. The sooner you accept this fact, the easier things will be for you. Accept your new life as livestock{/i}

Tears ran down her eyes as Jenny still remembered her name.