Slave Farm

Nadia awoke, cold and dirty. Her head, nostrils, left breast and groin were all filled with sharp pains. Next to her, on either side, she could hear soft breathing, could feel the warmth of soft skin, and her nose picked up the stench of earth and a light body odor. Around her wrists, ankles, and neck she felt a cold stiffness, and a hardness around her windpipe that made it ever so slightly difficult to breath. Her eyes shot open and to her horror, she found herself in a place completely unfamiliar.

Surrounding her were the slumbering, nude and chain-leashed bodies of women, as well as grey, dingy cinderblock walls. Beams of morning light filtered through a fixture of steel bars in a rectangular shape toward the top of a wall at Nadia's lefthand side. Nothing but a cold dirt floor sat beneath the shivering captive girls, each one leashed to a stake hammered into the floor, and subconsciously huddled together for warmth.

Gasping, terrified, Nadia attempted to sit upright, but before she could rise halfway up, she was stopped and felt a stiff choke. To her abject horror, Nadia realized steel manacles encircled and chained her ankles and wrists, combined with a steel collar and chain leash which had conspired to keep her held down to the earthen floor. Sweating, she then realized that she too was completely nude. "This can't be happening!" Nadia panicked, as she looked down at herself; in the dim light she was shocked to find her left breast marked with an "X," and a series of letters above her pussy that she couldn't yet make out and, to her instant shame and humiliation, a small iron ring through her pussy, her cheeks flushing as she realized the piercing was made through her clitoris. Breathing heavily, she felt a protuberance flapping against her upper lip, realizing that another iron ring had been placed through her nostrils.

Suddenly, a square of light burst through the ceiling of the small, partially-underground dungeon, and the huddled captives roused themselves as a male's voice called down "Wake up slave girlies! Time to get your lazy slut-asses to work and earn your keep!" A cold terror seized Nadia's heart as, in the increased light, she could make out the letters "S-L-A-V-E," tattooed above her and the other women's pussies. Quickly she licked a few of her fingers and tried to rub the letters off, despondent that the letters indelibly remained.

As the captive, or rather, slave women rubbed the sleep from their eyes, four men clothed in work boots, jeans and flannel shirts jumped down into the depressed cell, Nadia realizing that the rectangle of light consisted of a trapdoor. The men quickly unlocked each slaves' leash and attached the connecting chain to each others' steel slave collars, forming the group into a changing work coffle, Nadia realized.

As one of the men worked on Nadia's leash, he spoke, "Look at the new girlie we have here, good morning slut! Bet you're used to waking up nude for men huh? Well if not, better get used to it, we're gonna work your slave ass out real good." Nadia shivered as he saw the men leering at her, glancing at every one of her naked curves. Nadia had always felt self-conscious about her body: slender, nubile and with light brown skin. Although she had a pretty face, and a decent-sized chest and ass for her size, in her heart of hearts she always envied women with fuller figures and paler skin.

Nadia felt like a piece of meat as the men ate her up like eye-candy, and let out an indignant squeal as the man working her leash decided to take the liberty of her still-chained and prone state to start groping and feeling her up. He ran his fingers up her thighs and sides and started to squeeze her chest and slowly tweak her nipples. "Not bad baby, not bad at all," he laughed as Nadia flushed, gasped and moaned at the unwanted pleasure her captor's questing fingers had brought her. Nadia's flush grew deeper and her moans more sensuous as the man's coaxing fingers traced down her belly and towards her pussy, continuing to laugh as he started to lightly tug at her clit ring, "Like your new jewelry, slave? Relax, it's not a wedding ring; we just want to make it easier to reward you sluts for any good behavior." Nadia let out a deep, high-pitched squeal, then a breathy moan, as the man slipped his pinkie inside of her ring and began to move it in a small circular motion, causing Nadia's pussy to ignite with passion, with her love-juices starting to scald the man's hand.

"Hey Terry!" cried one of the other men, "We can play with the new slut later! Right now we have to prep the slaves for work out in the field."

"Fine, fine," said the man named Terry, "Don't worry girlie, you'll have plenty of fun with the slave bucks here, and eventually I'll come find you and show you a real good time!" winking as he withdrew his questing fingers from her body and pussy-ring, leaving Nadia flushed, wet and gasping on the filthy floor of the slave kennel.

"What is happening to me?" thought Nadia, "Why did I respond so strongly to his touch? I might've been chained, but I should have resisted!" Nadia had always been fairly submissive, a mousy Indian-American girl. Before all of this, she only had one boyfriend, Todd, a few years prior, back in college, which already felt like a lifetime ago. Somehow she had landed him, a muscular, intelligent and kind hunk who had played varsity football in high school, yet gave that up to pursue higher education. They had hit it off in class, as he had a soft spot for petite and pretty shy and mousy girls like her, and they began to see each other and slept together often. Nadia always loved bringing Todd to a crescendo of pleasure with the labors of her body and the warm and wet tightness of her pussy; even willingly wearing handcuffs and restraints later in their relationship. While she longed for the feeling of a strong man's hands feeling up her body, giving up control and being forced to serve the cock of a strong, dominant male who she had to obey with every fiber of her heart and soul was the most profound pleasure she had ever experienced.

As the men began to lift the slave women up through the trapdoor and into the horrors that awaited them, Nadia began to ponder her fate. "How did I end up here?" she thought. Her surroundings were completely alien to her. Aside from the aches and pains that came with her new piercings and tattoos, she felt a splitting headache in her head.

As she continued to wake up, she suddenly realized what had happened- on the night of her 21st birthday, she and a group of her girlfriends were celebrating at a campus summer camp, staying there for a summer ecology research course to graduate after the following year. Nadia and her friends had smuggled drinks and stumbled their way in the dark out into the woods where they could party undisturbed by camp staff. "We must have wandered way too far away," Nadia grimly thought, remembering that they had heard a man shout "Who the hell is out here," after they had laughed, drank and danced for a half hour. As the girls bolted, Nadia remembered tripping, and realized she must have hit her head and lost consciousness.

Nadia had heard rumors of slave farms; illegal, yet clandestine and remote operations where chattel slavery was still practiced. She saw on the news over the years that a few had been raided by the Feds, but many more were believed to still be in operation, out in the country, surrounded by woods and far from where any planes would reasonably be expected fly overhead.

"The men probably patrol the surrounding areas," Nadia thought to herself, shuddering and flushing as Terry's large and warm hands touched her soft and cold skin to lift her up through the trapdoor, behind her fellow coffle-mates. "Even though my friends know I'm missing, they wouldn't be able to relocate where we were in the dark, and this place is likely dozens of miles away from there still. They likely kept me sedated for hours or days, judging by their handiwork on my body," grimacing as Terry's strong hands got a little too familiar, biting her lip as one of them lightly pressed onto her ringed pussy as he lifted her up. Nadia squealed and her pussy juiced as Terry spent a couple of seconds playing with her clit ring again, then yelped as he laughed and gave her a light slap on her ass, sending her along the coffle-train.

The trapdoor led to a small wooden shack, and the slavegirls eyelids squinted as they adjusted to the morning light as they were led outside. Upon her eyes adjusting, Nadia glanced around, and found herself in a large cornfield, surrounded by a thick treeline in all four directions. "Guess I was right," Nadia thought with profound sadness, "We're in the middle of fucking nowhere," as her eyes began to water.

"Alright sluts, time to muster for your orders today," yelled Terry. Not sure which direction to go, Nadia began to follow the coffle. "And don't do anything you'll regret, slave," Terry barked at Nadia. "I don't know if you were a spoiled little bitch queen on the outside, but around here, all slaves, black and white, are equally worthless, and we also won't tolerate disobedience or lip from little beige sluts like you, got it?" Terrified, all Nadia could do was lightly nod and mumble a frighted "Yes sir," but she screamed as she felt a sharp pain on her asscheeks, realizing that Terry had whipped her with his belt as she was mid-stride. "Slave, I am not merely 'sir,' to you, you call all of the free people here 'Master,' or 'Mistress,' understand, slut? And speak up when I ask you a question, you stupid whore."

"Yes master!" Nadia cried, a single tear falling down her cheek over the pain and fear. As the coffee marched toward the center of the slave farm, Nadia saw a large farmhouse rising over the corn line in the distance.

"Like the owner's manor, slave?" Terry asked Nadia with a wry grin. "Don't get used to it. Only house slaves work in there, filthy work slaves like you don't get to see the inside of it." Nadia looked down, crestfallen at the realization that, in spite of her bright future at college and barring any unlikely rescue, serfdom and constant groping from Terry was her future. Terry laughed, "That is what I would say, except, a little slip of a slut-slave like you wouldn't last a full 14-hour work shift, day in and day out. No, you'll be pulling half-duty as a work slave and half-duty as a bed-warmer," Nadia's cheeks flushing a deep crimson and her pussy throbbing and juicing at the realization that she would be expected to subject herself to a lifetime of sexual servitude. "We even have someone in mind for you, fuck-slut," Terry continued, "You'll pop out a slave pup or two, and once you've worked that preggo-weight off, you'll be open season for the farmhands and the occasional slave buck we decide to reward for good behavior."

Paralyzed by the combination of fear and deep arousal at the thought of submitting as a chained and nude sexual concubine for the rest of her life, Nadia closed her eyes and stopped marching, only to be brought back to reality by the whip-crack of Terry's belt on her ass, and a shout of "That's enough cock-fantasizing, slut, keep walking and keep your eyes downcast like the rest of the good little slaves!"

Nadia shamefully obeyed, and continued onward, following her nubile slave sisters along the coffle. She knew she should feel indignant at her abduction and Terry's manhandling, and she did feel abject horror at her predicament, and yet she could not suppress a flush in her cheeks and pussy, and felt herself juice at the thought of her imminent lifetime of sexual servitude. She hadn't seen her old boyfriend Todd in over a year; he simply did not come home one night, and she had never found out what had happened to him. Even after mourning the loss of him, her shy and submissive nature precluded her from finding another partner- before all of this, she really needed to get out more, and her sexual desperation combined with her submissive nature fueled the fires of her newfound slave-heat.

As the coffee finally emerged into the field slave muster point, Nadia was taken aback to see a similar coffle of chained and nude male slaves, under the control of female (and a few male) handlers. "Damn," one of the other slave girls whispered, and Nadia bit her lip and felt her pussy flush with warmth and juice as she took in the eye-candy. The slave boys were very handsome, and with well-developed muscles, yet many bore some not-so-subtle signs and scars of whipmarks likely from all of the serf work they were forced to do each day, surmised Nadia. Like her and the other slavegirls, the boys were nude, shackled, and coffled with a steel collars and chains, with nose rings, an "X" tattoo on their left chest, and the word "SLAVE" emblazoned above the shafts of their cocks.

Nadia noted that, much like the slavegirls eyeing them up, the slave boys couldn't keep their eyes off the litany of nude and chained female slave flesh before them, and Nadia flushed even more deeply when, as the new girl on the chaingang, she noted the slave boys running their eyes up and down the feminine curves of her petite and nude form. As Nadia and the other slave women blushed and juiced, they noted with both bemusement and arousal that the shafts of some of the slave boys began to enlarge and point upright, and the mutual and fully evident desires of both coffles drew mirthful laughter from the lines of overseers.

"And they wonder why we call them 'sluts!'" Terry laughed to another one of the male overseers.

"It's because they only give us any action as a special occasion, and they usually chain our wrists to our collars each night, and with this damn forced nudity and clit rings we're all sexually frustrated," hissed one of the other slavegirls to Nadia, "And they have the gall to enslave a bunch of hot man flesh and force us to work in close proximity, it's all another form of torture for us!" whispered another.

As the overseers began to break each slave coffle into work sections to cultivate the field, Terry turned toward Nadia. "Not you today, slut, we have something special planned for the first day of your new career as a breeding sow," he said with a wink and a quick yet firm slap on Nadia's pussy. Nadia gasped, fearful as Terry unlinked her from the coffle, then grabbed her chainleash and began to firmly drag her away from the other slaves and toward the farmhouse.

"Don't get too excited now," Terry explained, "there's a small breeding kennel between the muster point and farm house that we sometimes take our sex slaves to. Our boss practices husbandry, both of his animals, and his slaves." Nadia gulped and flushed, realizing that her sexual service was to begin immediately.

"We'll have you cultivating your loins for your master before we have you out cultivating his fields; we have a special slave buck in mind for you today, fuckmeat," and Terry laughed as he slipped his finger through Nadia's clit ring, Nadia squealing and crying as she was dragged both by chain and by pussy to her first experience with her sexual servitude.

The walk to the kennel was likely only about four minutes, but by then, Terry had sexually frustrated Nadia with his questing fingers and clit ring-pulling, to the point where Nadia was already juiced up, flushed and panting. The kennel itself consisted of partially-buried steel cages, that allowed for easy viewing by people passing on the surface. "For when the boss wants to watch his property get it on, or put on shows of his slave-animals for special guests," explained Terry with a lecherous smile.

Terry brought Nadia over to one of the breeding kennel cages, and similarly to the slave kennel she awoke in, unlocked a trapdoor at the top of the cage, and forced her to step inside, shackles, chain leash and all. Nadia sat down, arms and legs huddled around herself, trying to get as much warmth and modesty as the situation would allow, trembling and sobbing as Terry continued to taunt her through the cage bars, yet her pussy still pulsed at the thought of what was coming.

Soon she could her footsteps and the sound of clinking chains, as she realized the slave buck, her slave buck, the one that she would soon be servicing would soon arrive. She closed her eyes, and tried to pretend that she was somewhere, anywhere else, and yet her slave-heat would not die down, and she rose with a start when Terry yelled "Open your eyes, slut," as the buck drew near to the cage.

Nadia's eyes widened with complete shock. Standing before her through the bars of the cage was none other than her lost lover, Todd. He stood nude, tall, tattooed and chained just as she was, with a forlorn look in his eye, until his eyes rose to see her, and widened in shock and horror as he realized who she was.

"That must be it! He must've been enslaved!! Oh, my poor love," thought Nadia, as her eyes began to water with vicarious grief. To her horror, Nadia looked down to see her beloved's cock entrapped within an unrelenting steel cage, realizing that he must have been kept deprived and humiliated all of this time.

"Such a touching reunion!" laughed one of the overseers. "This boy has told us all about you, slut," whispered Terry to Nadia through the bars of the kennel cage. "The boss often pays for quick and quiet abductions, and we often police the surrounding areas for lost camp sluts like yourself, whom no one would find or miss. You see, our boss is a major investor in the state college, and he set up the remote camp for summer semester work, knowing that an out-of-towner kid who goes missing every now and then in the woods would be easy pickings. He set up an ecology course for your major, hoping to lure you here, and it worked like a charm!" he said. "Besides," he continued, "mixed-breeds are hot, and breeding your smarts with his brawn will provide him with an excellent stock of slave pups to sell at a premium," Terry finished, to Nadia's instant shame and horror.

As Todd began to be forcibly marched towards the cage, Nadia noted his enslaved cock beginning to twitch in its cage at the thought of fucking her again. She saw he was even more muscular now than before, and she noted sadly that he was not without a few whipmarks of his own peppered throughout his strong and chained body.

"Oh the poor boy resisted at first," whispered another overseer, "but we've kept him in complete sexual chastity during his time here, to break his will. He may have been your lover boy before, but he's only seen pussy a handful of times since we enslaved him, let alone felt one." And Nadia's eyes widened with shock when at last, prior to being forced down into the cage with her, one of the slave mongers unlocked and removed Todd's cage. With a gasp and a howl, Todd's mast rose to full attention, and his cheeks and chest flushed with both shame and anticipation with what was coming.

One of the female overseers leered at Nadia and said, "We lace all of our slaves' food and water with aphrodisiacs to torture them further. Combined with torturing a select few with enforced chastity, we can break each one of them easily; your little boy toy is nothing but a slave buck now, and even if he does still love you, he is gonna mount you and take your little slave pussy like a fucking animal." Todd looked down at Nadia knowingly, "Of course, you haven't had a bite to eat or a drop to drink all day," and then teased, "Clearly you're just a natural-born slave slut!"

"It's true," Nadia thought. As she looked up at the chiseled and enslaved body of her beloved, and reminisced on the feeling of submitting to him, she could not help but flush. Ever since she had met him, Todd had always warmed her genitals, and the thought of a lifetime of sexually servicing him in front of all of the cruel slave mongers made her juice.