Happy Acres Stud Farm

Amy read the sign which stretched in a small arch over the gate to the compound the group of newly purchased slaves had arrived at. "Happy Acres Stud Farm" was written on it in bold, fresh letters of pearl white. She tried to remember what a stud farm was, but having been raised in the city, Amy didn't know. Through the gate, Amy saw what she assumed would be her new home around her. To her left, was a large grassy paddock with a few trees, a small pond, and wooden poles of an unknown use distributed at random. A wooden fence about ten feet tall ran all the way around its perimeter, preventing any view outside. To her right was a long, low metal building that stretched down the lane the walked on. Every few yards was a big double door that led into the unknown building, although Amy noticed each was padlocked from the outside. At the end of the lane was a small farm house, perched on little rise in the land. It wouldn't not have looked out of place in any little farm town across the United States.

Before she could consider her surroundings any further, the line stopped as the man who led them first unlocked and then opened a pair of the double doors to the building on the right. The lead **** led the rest into the entrance to this strange facade and soon, Amy found herself in what seemed to be a barn. There was straw at her feet, and she could tell that this space was sectioned off into smaller areas, she could see that the walls around her ended about ten feet in the air and their ceiling was actually a perforated metal sheeting which formed a catwalk over every little room.

The first woman in line, a tall, dark skinned woman with large breasts and wide hips, was unchained from the group and led into the open pen in front of them, as the metal door was slid open by another sun-darkened man in coveralls Amy gasped. Inside was a wooden pole with a dirty mattress below it. The ground was covered in straw, the only other decoration in the room. Amy watched as the woman was pushed down to the mattress and had her ankles and wrists chained above her head to the pole, a position that Amy herself was not unfamiliar with. Having assumed the breeding position, the ****'s pussy was angled up, ready to be penetrated and filled until she bore the same fate as Amy: pregnant by any one of hundred of cocks and gallons of sperm that would fill her day and night.

Over the course of an hour, Amy watched as one by one the slaves in front of her were led to open cells and chained to the breeding post. Some protested still, hanging on to a shred of vanity or pride before the combined strength of the farm hands faced them into any one of a dozen positions that could be achieved in what Amy now realized must be breeding cells. The realization has dawned on her relatively soon after a tall, muscular, nude male **** was led into the first breeder's cell. The sounds of fucking fading in the distance as the little group had moved away.

Finally it was Amy alone with the group of three farm hands that had gathered to process the new slaves. One slid open the door of the last cell in the row, revealing the same decor as the previous cells. One of the men unlocked the chain from her collar while another untied her wrists from behind her. Without being bidden, the young **** dropped to her knees and bent over, revealing her pregnant pussy, still wanting for attention despite her earlier orgasm. Amy said nothing, only mewling like a kitten begging for attention, and shook her plump little ass back in forth, enticing any one of the three men who were in the cell with her to mount her, and ease her torment.

"Looks like we've got a live one here boys," said the first farm hand. "No need to try and break her! A few days in the pens and she's already hornier than any other **** I've seen this week!" He said laughing. Walking over, he ran his hand over her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness that radiated off her. "What's your name cow" he spat, pulling her hair so that her head was **** up and her back down, forming a perfect slender arch between her ass and her chest.

"I don't have one master, I'm only here to serve you. Please fuck me sir, please." she gasped as her manipulated the velvety folds of her cunt, causing her to shudder.

"Good answer" she heard him say, followed by the sound of buckles jangling and his coveralls sliding down. "Since you've been such a good little sow today, I will reward you with a little cock" he said, she felt the stiff head of his prick press against her aching, pregnant pussy. Before he could say anything else, Amy threw her ass against him in a **** bid to end the sexual **** she'd been under for three days. Successfully impaled, she began fucking him briefly before he grabbed her hips and began thrusting with purpose into her, laughing "You really do need some cock then don't you!

Tears of joy and shame flowed down Amy's face and onto the dirty, cum crusted mattress she pressed her face into. She hadn't meant to say those things, to debase herself, but it had been seventy-two hours since she'd had any cock, and the animal in her had awoken, needing to feel a man pummel her and leave her with a deposit.