The Pog Farm

                    The Pog Farm.    Chapter two

Georgina sat back and relaxed as her bitch puppy, Moxy, moved between her spread legs. Moxy was a four year conversion and her pelt had become fully developed. Her dark coat was trimmed in the summer but the shearers had left long strands of hair to fall around her face. The animal’s warm nose nuzzled up to the gusset of Georgina’s satin knickers and Moxy’s long tongue began to feel its way between her soft thigh and elastic lace trim. The animal was excited and desperate to find a way into her mistresses hot sex. Georgina was surprised at the strength of her pets probing  and gasped as the animal finally managed to squeeze through the gap and plunge into her juicy cunt. One of the modifications that had been carried out on the Bitch Puppies was the bloating of their tongues. Probably the most important development for the animals, so that they could be trained to simulate the normal sex act. Moxy’s strong tongue plunged into her, causing Georgina to marvel at the progress that their scientists were making.

All this time Georgina had been studying the bobbing figure of Mary as she slowly crawled round the room, face to the floor, white bottom in the air. Her eyes were transfixed to the girls delicate sex and this apparition was intensifying her own experience. At least fifteen minutes had passed and the girl had managed to avoid a punishing shock – very impressive! She reached for the control box and adjusted the vibrations to increase within the steel butt plug. This had an immediate effect, as Mary’s raised bottom began to twitch and rotate in a rapid manner. Georgina purred with pleasure as her own bottom began to twitch and a climax began to build within her groin. Her Bitch Puppy sensed her Mistresses’  impending climax and increased her plunging motions. Georgina grabbed the animals ears and pulled her head deeper as she shuddered into an explosive quake of gigantic proportions. Moxy skilfully prolonged the sensations and Georgina had hardly recovered when her attention was soon drawn back to the twitching figure in front of her.

Mary had reached her own climax as the vibrating dildo had worked its magic inside her anus. She had tried desperately to concentrate on her task but as waves of pleasure washed over her body she had momentarily stopped to appreciate the climax and before she could recover she emitted a muffled scream as 5000 volts shot through her body.  She totally lost control and collapsed forward spasming in pain. The poor girl was totally unaware that a golden stream of urine had gushed onto the floor behind her.

Georgina, who was just recovering from her own climax pushed her pet away and switched off the dildo devise in Mary’s anus. “Moxy clean that mess up! And be quick about it!” She commanded the waiting animal. Watching this girl squirm and suffer had really turned her on and if she played her cards right Mary would be performing many more treats under her careful guidance.

Moxy knew what was expected of her and within minutes had licked the floor dry. Georgina removed the Butt Plug from Mary and signalled to her pet. Without hesitation the animal was soon cleaning up Mary’s upturned bottom and couldn’t resist exploring the poor girls tight anus taking care not to plunge in too quickly.

The paralyzing effect on Mary only lasted a few seconds  and she soon realized that her anus was being fucked by her Mistresses Bitch Puppy. She lay still and discovered that this new sensation was extremely enjoyable and was therefore disappointed when the animal removed her tongue from her now juicy orifice. Her bonds were removed  and she was allowed to stand up on very wobbly legs. Madam Georgina gave her another lecture whilst she assumed the elbow position. With her hands interlaced behind her head and her elbows forced back her pert little nipples were forced out of their little peep holes in the rubber bodice of her dress. As she finally left the room Mary looked down on the now begging Bitch Puppy and regarded the animals floppy tongue with a new interest. This experience had awakened a deep desire within her and she was now imagining ways of repeating this new experience.

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Jayne passed through the double doors and into the main corridor of the laboratory. To her left were a series of solid doors that opened into offices and the canteen. To the right were a series of glass doors that opened into the operating theatres. As she walked down the corridor she glanced through the transparent doors and stopped in front  of one marked ‘Reception Theatre’.  The white coated figures inside were busy around an operating table. Jayne pushed open the door and entered the bright white room.

Strong disinfectant smells assaulted her senses as she moved towards the busy group. A young girl was splayed on the table having her cunt bar fitted. One of the doctors turned and welcomed Jayne to the group. The girl they were operating on would be just turned thirteen unless of course she had been caught playing with herself. She was laying on her back strapped to the small square table. Her head and neck were fastened down with brown leather straps in the centre. at the back of the table. Her wrists were fastened on the two back corners and her legs had been lifted up and back and buckled into similar leather straps half way between her head and her wrists.

The table was lifted to chest height, and with the girls legs spread wide open like this, it gave the doctors  perfect access to her cunt. One of the three straps around the girls head held a large ball gag in place in order to muffle the frantic protestations emanating from the sweating girl. Tears rolled down her face as the doctors proceeded to bar her pussy. A circular ring with small crocodile clips held her outer cunt lips painfully wide apart. Two tiny solid gold rings had already been implanted, the first of which was pierced at one end of her ridge. The second was located at the other end of her slot, just past the entrance to her vagina. Now they were locating the T bar between the two rings. The thick, dome ended, three inch long leg of the ‘T’ was being  slipped up into her vagina and the two short ends would be fixed to the two rings. Once the rings have been located through tiny holes at the two ends of the ‘T’ bar they are cold welded in place by the surgeon, making it impossible for the ‘T’ to be removed outside the operating theatre.

The girls quickly got used to this effective chastity devise and by the time they reached graduation at sixteen it was virtually 100% guaranteed that they were all virgins. This group of girls had been chemically sterilized and would never need to worry about menstrual cycles and the mess associated with a monthly period. However a side effect of this treatment did cause the recipient to experience an increase in their sexual appetite, hence the devise now being fitted. The thick tube of the ‘T’ that each girl held within her vagina contained tracking technology and sensors that would emit an alarm if any invasion was detected. The third item fitted within this tube was a stimulating devise that could be adjusted to anything from a comforting hum to a sharp punishing shock. There were ten different sensations and the girls quickly got used to receiving some of their instructions via the pulses within their pussies. And each day, at their designated time, the older girls could look forward to a weekly orgasm, provided they had been on their best behaviour.

Today though, Jayne had other things on her mind as she pulled one of the young doctors to one side. “Pat, could we have a chat?” She asked. The two women moved out of the theatre, leaving the rest of the team to complete the operation. They crossed the corridor and entered one of the offices. Jayne followed the shorter woman into the spacious room and after closing the door, locked it. As she turned Pat closed the distance between them and embracing Jayne kissed her full on the lips. Jayne responded in kind and the women enjoyed a long luscious kiss. As their lips parted Jayne looked down into Pat’s sparkling blue eyes. Her glowing face looked up towards Jayne in adoration. “I love you so much Mistress” she whispered.

“Show me,” Jayne replied as she slowly stepped back until her bottom  rested against the desk. She ran her fingers through Pat’s long flowing golden hair and gently pushed her downwards. Jayne reached down and slowly worked her tight leather skirt upwards to reveal soft white satin panties to the kneeling figure. Pat moved her hands up and with a tug on the ribbon on each hip, the delicate garment fell to the floor to reveal her mistresses sex. Jayne now laid back  until she was resting on her elbows and watched as Pat began to explore her slit with first her tongue and then her moist warm lips. Jayne opened her legs wider as she felt her cunt respond and accept the invasion of the other woman’s tongue. Pat‘s passion was incredible, and her rapid probing and sucking soon brought Jayne to an explosive climax. She laid back  and allowed waves of pleasure to wash over her.

Jayne found herself thinking of young Mary and the image of her puffy pussy had been deep in her mind as she had revelled in this intimate experience with Pat. Her dream  had travelled to imagining her own tongue exploring the tight virgin cunt of the new trainee. Rarely had she been effected like this by a new girl but for a reason that she could not pin point she was unable to get the girl out of her head.

“Enough!“ Commanded Jayne, as she snapped out of her dream. She sat up and pushed the kneeling woman away. “I want to inspect the new arrivals!”

“Yes Mistress” Pat replied. “Five Pogs have been delivered and are already having a medical” and she added “I think you will find one specimen particularly to your liking Mistress”. Jayne waited patiently whilst the kneeling woman carefully replaced her panties and after straightening out her skirt the two women re-entered the corridor. They passed the operating theatres and moved into an annex via a double set of doors. Another assistant rose from her desk and after the compulsory curtsy released the doors so they could pass through to the holding pens.

Another series of glass doors allowed them to look at the five animals that had just arrived from the Barberry Auctions. Jayne examined the beasts carefully and thought that General Rosalin had selected some good examples. One particular animal took Jayne’s attention and she entered the pen for a closer look. The Pog was tethered onto a solid wooden block in the centre of the room. Two technicians were giving him a medical check and the animal was kicking up quite a fuss.

The major modifications had been carried out back in Barberry prison prior to the auction. These unfortunate men had received the dreaded sentence of modification having been found guilty of their crimes. The Pog Farm was just one estate that purchased these beasts from the Department of Justice. On arrival quite a bit of refining work needed to be completed by the Farm’s medical staff. A permanently welded ring had to be fixed in place at the base of his scrotum and huge penis. Luckily the creature had been gagged with a hinged metal tube that fitted behind his teath. The handlers had placed the devise earlier and cranked it wide open taking care not to dislocate his jaw. Once in place a variety of fitments could be placed into the gag. It also made it easy for the surgeon to alter his vocal cords so that the only noise that the pog could accomplish would be a high pitch squeal. When the welded ring was fitted the animal would squeal its head off to the amazement of those in attendance.

The distinctive flat Pog nose had to be modelled and the beasts two 6 inch tusks were implanted into his lower jaw. A large steel ring would be located in the centre of his ‘piggy’ nose.  His tongue had to have bloating injections and hormone treatment would eventually provide his body with a thick coat of lush hair. Temporary boots had been fitted at the prison to his shortened legs and reformed arms. These would be removed and then be permanently  fitted with realistic reproductions of dogs paws or pigs hoofs. Finally a pigs tail would be implanted into the base of the animal’s spine to complete the transformation from man to beast.

The dark skinned creature that Jayne now examined was a brute of an animal and she judged that he would make an excellent Battle Pog. Her eyes were drawn to his huge member that hung down at the back of the block. This animal would certainly stretch most cunts to their limit and cause some problems when rutting with his own kind. There were going to be some sore arses and pussies around the farm she mused to herself.

“Good! I have seen enough Pat. Mark this one down for the battle stations and make sure that he is kept separate from the others.” Jayne ordered.

“Yes Mistress”. Pat replied “Do you want me tonight and shall I bring Bonny?”. Bonny was Pats personal Bitch Puppy and Pat knew how much her Mistress liked to involve her in their games.

“Maybe later Pat I will give you a ring after ten. I am going to do a surprise inspection of the southern border fence tonight and I should be back by that time.”

“Yes Mistress.” Pat curtsied and she knew that she had been dismissed. Jayne retraced her footsteps through the corridors and into the reception hall at the front of the building. The girl at the desk leapt up again and curtsied.

“What’s your name girl?” Jayne demanded. The bowed figure in her pink rubber outfit seemed to be trembling with fear. “Phone the house and see if a trap is available to take me home.” She ordered.

“My name is Amy Mistress” She mumbled to the floor and turning away reached for the phone that sat on a shelf to the rear of the desk. Jayne waited whilst the girl made the call.

After Amy had replaced the receiver, she turned to Jayne. “A trap is on its way Mistress.”

Jayne estimated she had five minutes. “Come out here Amy and assume the ankle position!”

The Girls eyes bulged with fear but she was well trained and she moved swiftly from behind the desk. The girl turned her back to Jayne, spread her legs wide and doubled over to grab each of her ankles. The soft filmy rubber skirt fell down around her body to completely reveal her smooth bottom and sex. The girl was now quaking with fear as Jayne examined faint parallel lines crossing her tightly stretched bottom. Jayne unfastened her crop and with the tip of the stick she gently traced the line across the centre of the target area making sure she brushed the girls puckered anus. Amy let out a wail and when Jayne’s crop lashed an identical path across her unsuspecting rear her wail merged into a high pitch scream. The girl rocked backwards and forwards as Jayne lashed three further stokes parallel to the first.

Jayne examined the red angry lines that were now appearing on the girls bottom “Amy” She  addressed the girl “That is for your slovenly behaviour. In future I want to see a more confident response from you! Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress” She sobbed “I will Mistress”.  As she studied the girls luscious sex Jayne found herself comparing this girls bottom to young Mary’s. The one before her was a beautiful sight but even though the girls were the same age this girls cunt lips seemed so much larger and more developed. Her open leg stance had spread her sex lips and her chastity T bar was fully on display.

The sobbing sixteen year old was squirming in her seat by the time the trap had arrived to pick up Jayne. She realized that she had had a lucky escape as her Mistress had administered the punishment instead of putting her on report.

An uneventful journey took Jayne back to her private residence that was located north of the main house. The estate resembled a small village with roughly fifty dwellings. The brick built houses sprawled within a secluded wood that offered complete privacy from the rest of the farm. Jayne watched the retreating trap and unlocked her front door. Her residence had three bedrooms on the second floor and a huge open plan reception area on the ground floor. A maid had been in to clean earlier and everything seemed spotless. Her bitch puppies were playing  in front of the fire place and when she entered they both gambolled over to her and assumed the begging position at her feet. Both animals were emitting excited little barks desperate for their Mistresses attention.

They were probably hungry and in need of their toilet. She knelt down and ruffled the fur on their chests. Her fingers found swollen nipples and then moved down to the pink smooth area between their legs. The puppies purred with delight as their mistress explored the deep channel between their bloated cunt lips. She loved the feel of their juicy cunts and marvelled at the animals relentless desire for gratification. Even though they had probably been tongue fucking each other all day they were clearly still gagging for it tonight. Jayne stopped short of finger fucking them and to the dismay of the animals she withdrew her hand and stood up. “I’m sorry my little bitches, I’ve got to go out” She opened the patio doors and watched the girls race out to squat over the compost area to do their toilet. When they had finished they took it in turns, using their huge tongues, to clean each other.

After she had fed and watered her pets she retired to her bedroom to change and prepare for a busy evening on the estate. There had been several possible sightings of intruders over the last few weeks and the War council had decided to strengthen the defences on their southern border. The peninsular that the estate was established on was naturally defended on three sides by vertical cliffs that fell away into the jungle below. It was assumed that any intruders would approach from the south. In fact over the years many had tried in enter from that direction. Many spies had been caught and had experienced extreme grief at the hands of the farms security guards.

Tonight Jayne wanted to see for herself if they were ready for any unwanted visitors.

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In the dim light of a waning moon two shadowy figures  approached the perimeter fence and crouched down behind a small bush. They were about two meters from the ten foot barrier.  For the past week the two men had been digging a tunnel under the fence and tonight their plan was to enter the private estate for a recognisance of the immediate area. Roger went through the tunnel first followed closely by his cohort, James. They were dressed from head to toe in black. Both men had food and clothing in sturdy back packs. James carried a small transmitter whilst Roger carried some arms and ammunition.

Crawling slowly on their stomachs they had successfully escaped detection and located a perfect hiding place, in deep grassland, on a ridge overlooking the southern approach to the estate. Both men were aware of the dangers and knew that if they were caught, they would lose their lives. Their master needed figures of army strength in preparation for an attack on the estate. Roger would give his life for his Master but there was another reason he had volunteered for this operation. Six months earlier his brother had embarked on a similar mission and had never returned. If he could not find out his brothers fate he was ready to die seeking revenge.