The Farm

The Farm

When I opened my eyes I couldn’t move at all. It took me some seconds to realize where I was, although the constant moaning from around me kept me so confused. Then I manage to see more clearly. I was standing naked, my hands tied to the ceiling facing a room full of… asses.

About twently women were aligned one bed next to the other, their hands tied over their heads and their legs wide spread and retrated on stirrups that exposed their genitalia completely. The beds were padded and full of leather straps that kept them unable to move. Not even able to raise their heads and look up. Their genitalia was wired to lots of deviced that I didn’t know what they were. They looked extremelly tired.

A man came into my view and I was suddenly very self concious of my nudity. He looked at me with a smile and said: “Welcome to your new home”.

“What is this place?” –I said, trying not to sound so frigtened but failing.

“This is a farm. You see, a group of young bright minds recently made a discovery that could change the world, but we’re trying to keep it for ourselves, we’ll be rich! –He began, sounding like the mad scientist from a fairy tale book.

-“What?” –I mumbled

“Female cum, after a fine filtering and processing and some additives, has demonstrated to be an effective treatment for certain kinds of cancer. No chemo even needed, just a dosis of our MiraCUMlus product that we have been selling for some time now, at prices you wouldn’t even imagine.”

Now I was sure I was in a bad fairity tale with a mad scientists as the main character. Twenty women were hooked to those beds being milked like cows, unable to move, or to complain due to the ballgags.

“So let me explain how it works before I put you to work” –He said with a smile as a chill ran along my spine.

“You’ll be comfortably tied to the padded bed, your legs obcenely wide apart and retracted so your genitalia sticks out for easy access.  I wouldn’t recommend you struggling for the restraints are all metal and weilded to the bed, you’d just hurt yoruself.  Your clit will be trapped in a vacuum tube that will suck indefinitely until we decide to give you a break. You’ll have a catheter in your peehole so you don’t contaminate the cum with piss and you’ll have a big buttplug in your ass for the same purpose.  If you need to piss or shit you will ask for permission by wiggling your feet and will have to wait until someone comes to supervise your bowel movement. Other than that just relax and enjoy the wildride” –He said leaving my side.

Two body builders untied my hands and took me by the arms dragging me to the free padded bed. I tried hard to fight them but they wouldn’t even notice. 

They managed to secure my back to the padded bench, took my arms over my head and secured them tightly. I kept moving my legs frantically, not wanting them to lock me to the stirrups but again I wasn’t a match to their strengh.

When they finished, I was open and offered like never before. The young man from before stood between my legs and grabbed a couple of my pubic hairs and pulled gently.  “This will have to go” –He said with a smile.

And then he sat and I couldn’t see him anymore. I felt water being poured on my pussy and a sponge with something that felt like soap soaking all of my hairy protection. Then I felt the razor carefully removing my last defense.

I felt so embarrassed, defeated and helpless that my body began to betray me and the first drops of pleasure dropped from my pussy. I was so mortified. A group of men that seemed to be lookingi for afar began to clap, and congratulated the guy between my legs whose name turned out to be Jason.

I felt some clamps on my pussy lips. They didn’t hurt but were uncomfortable. They my lips started to spread until my womanhood was on full clear display. The clamps were secuered to some hooks on the bed to leave me like that.  The rest of the procedure was exactly as Jason had described earlier.

A finger with some lube was massaging my anus while Jason told me what a good girl I was. Then he pressed the tip of the finger and finally slid it inside completely. I moan in discomfort. He started to fingerfuck my tight asshole and he could tell it was virgin because it was extremelly hard to fuck it with a single finger.

He raised his hand so I could see it from the other end, and showed me a metal buttplug that was easily twice the width of a male’s finger. I closed my sphincter as hard as I could to the laughter and chuckles of the audience, and felt the tip of the giant rocket trying to violate me.

Jason warned me that if I kept the asshole closed it was gonna hurt like hell, it was going to be much pleasant if I just surrendered and let him insert it. Defeated, I relaxed and felt the huge tip pressed against it. Jason began to rotate it to one side, then to the other, screwing its way inside my asshole. I felt it stretch to the point where I was sure he was going to tear it apart. I yelled, and my voice was quickly silenced by a huge ballgag that left me moaning and drooling like a pig.

Jason continued to drill the torpedo into my ass, I was sure half was was already in. I couldn’t wait for it to end. 

Instead, he left it stuck midway and started to place the catheter in my peehole. With a catheter, no matter how much I needed to pee, I wasn’t going to be able to pee until someone unlocked the catheter’s hose.

Finally, the fearsome tube that was placed over my clit. With the click of a switch, I felt how the device began to suck my clit upwards, driving me crazy from the pleasure, making me wetter by the second.  Jason used that moment to shove the rest of the buttplug into my asshole, as deep as it would go and I was caught in a moment of extreme discomfort and extreme pleassure that made me cum instantly.  Mortified I heard men discussing about the jar on the floor between my legs that was getting all of my fluid.

I climaxed for several minutes since the tube kept sucking my clit. Then I was tired as hell. I relaxed and took a minute to feel my body.  I felt like a giant rock was stuck in my rectum. I couldn’t feel the catheter thank God, but I was beginning to feel aroused again at the sucking device.

That afernoon I came about 7 times.  They had to change the jar three times. I heard one of the men say I was a gold mine. But I was getting desperate for rest, I didn’t have it in me to cum another time.

Jason approached and asked me if I was tired. I nodded.

-I know baby but the first day of a girl hooked to this is her most profitable day. You’ll spend the night producing juice and we’ll talk tomorrow.

And so he left and the lights dimmed. And I kept climaxing until I felt sick of doing it, but not able to avoid it.

During food times, they would insert a little tube through the ballgag with liquid food that I had to swallow whether I liked it or not. It tasted awful but I had no choice but to take it.

The next morning, I looked seriously sick from exhaustion, my pussy hurt a lot and I needed to pee. I wiggled my feet, several times, but nobody came. Whenever I saw someone passing by, I wiggled them again, but they would just ignore me.

Another guy came and stood between my legs. He took notes of what he saw on a notebook. I wiggled my feet frantically trying to call his attention. At that time I had another orgasm, this one hurt a little because I needed to pee. The man smiled at my pussy and said “Go girl”. I kept wiggling my feet, but he just tickled them with his pen, turned around and left.

I wanted to scream but the ballgag prevented me too. I was still being sucked by the device but I felt a terrible pressure I my bladder. I needed to pee badly and I began to cry.

Jason approached then, and asked me what was wrong. I wiggled my feet at him and he pretended not to understand.

-You need to poo? –He asked sarcastically-

I shook my head and kept wiggling my feet.

-What could possibly be that you need, you look comfortable and like having fun.-

And my stupid body chose that moment to steal another painful orgasm from me.

“There you go, good girl, produce juice for daddy!” –He said and walked away.

I felt I was going to die there. Less than a minute later though, Jason sat between my legs and unhooked the sucking tube from my clit.

“Wow! –He said surprised. –Look at the size of this clit! It could almost pass for a small penis, I bet you could rape a squirrel with it!”

He laughed as his own joke and slowly worked on my peehole. I thought he was going to switch the catheter open but he removed it completely.

“Now pee” –He said, and leaned forward to watch closely as I wetted myself out of control.

It felt like paradise being free from the clit sucker and releasing my pee. Jason was holding a bowl right under my ass to catch all of the urine. When I was done he had one of his men take the urine away.

“OK, now that we had to stop for you to pee, we might as well make you shit so we can move on with the treatment.” –He said

“But I don’t feel like…” –He didn’t even let me finish the sentence.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll make you shit” – He said and began removing the torpedo buttplug that had been parked in my rectum for hours.

He took all the time in the world to withdraw it, and it felt like shitting a big load. The asshole felt huge and I was finally happy when it was over.

He stood up and disappeared for a few moments, then came back with something in his hand.

“This is a glycerin suppository, the biggest I found at the farmacy. I will put it in your rectum and in a while you’ll feel like shitting. It’ll take a time until you can actually realease but I am sure we’d all enjoy the show as you strain trying to shit like a little girl” –He said and placed the tip of the suppository on my abused rosebud.

The suppository began to cast its magic and I felt like I needed to shit. Awful noises came through the ballgag as the muscles in my rectum fought hard. It took a long time of humiliating straining as everybody whatched to be able to shit the first little piece of fecal matter. Then more came and the smell was extreme.

When I was done, a young, shy boy of about 16 was brought to the room and ordered to wipe me clean. I rested defeated as he carefully wiped the inside of my pussy clean, and circled the anus with the wet towel.

“Excellent” – Jason said.  You’ll have your gymnastics now and we’ll continue with the treatment later.

And as he left, four men that looked like angry body builders possitioned themselves around me.  They untied me and each one of them grabbed a limb. They were so strong that my fighting was humiliating, they didn’t even feel it. Keeping me nude and exposed they began to move my legs and arms with some sort of exercises designed to make all muscles work.  They even turned me over and made my buttocks work.  I couldn’t have been redder from the shame. The gymnastic break took 2 hours and then they tied me down again, this time on my belly, spread eagle and still naked.

When Jason came to check on me, he softly spanked my ass while he spoke “I hope you have had a great day. Tomorrow will be exactly the same and so on until I consider you are of no use to me. Now have some sleep, and dream of me”

All the other girls in the room were having their gymnastics and put in the same possition I was. When they were done with the last one, they turned off the lights and left us in complete darkness. I would have loved to speak to the others but they kept the ballgag in our mouths. My body had been so abused that I fell asleep at once.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized it hadn’t been a nightmare. And I was getting ready to have my pussy milked again.