The Exercise Yard

Amy stood in the sunlight, enjoying the warmth as it caressed her skin. None of the heat lamps that lit there cells could compete with the actual sun. And many of the women sunned themselves when they were released into the yard during the day. Amy had known the belt was coming, but it still felt odd to feel it around her waist. The lining of the leather patch felt odd against her still sensitive cunt, but Amy knew better than to try and adjust it. Any touching of her belt was strictly forbidden, and would treated as if she were attempting to pleasure herself. The punishment would be a longer sentence in the belt, time spent in the fields, and a whipping. Standard for the crime of touching the master's property with intent. Amy had been instructed on her second day at the farm, as the cum from the farm hands efforts still seeped out of her then satiated folds, that her cunt and her reproductive organs no longer belonged to her. Everything from her outer and inner lips, her clitoris, vagina, and womb belonged to the master. And touching, playing, or self-pleasuring was stealing from the master, a crime he took very seriously.

Amy glances around for any of her friends in the yard. Noticing a pair over by the pond, she walked towards them intent on socializing for the first time in weeks.

"Morning Amy." said Jenny as she approached the two. Jenny was a brunette with curly hair down to her shoulders. She was wider than Amy, but not by much. Zoe, a small but fertile blonde with wide hips and smallish tits, also greeted her as she approached.

"Morning girls," Amy said. "How was work yesterday? Im sorry I've missed you for the last few weeks." Amy say down next to them in the shade, feeling the cool grass as it probed into and around her anus and chastity belt.

"Im still not bred." Said Jenny. "Its been three months since the last time I birthed and I'm still not pregnant again. I spent all of yesterday chained to the breeding pole in the stud house so hopefully it'll take. I don't want to have to deal with he hormone injections if I don't have to." Jenny had been bred three times already as evidenced by her forehead, but had been having trouble since the last pup getting knocked up again. Sows that couldn't be bred would be given a course of hormones before being bred 24/7 for three weeks in an effort to get them pregnant. If they still weren't plugged they'd be auctioned off as toys, galley slaves, whores, or any other of the various roles a **** could fill on the island. Amy and Zoe comforted her, telling her that's she'd get knocked up soon.

"The sheik that bred me is coming to check on my progress today." said Zoe. "The vet said if he's happy with me, he might contract with the farm to breed soldiers for his army. She said, her eyes lighting up.

Amy chatted for another hour, discussing with the girls the various points of note that she'd missed while in the birthing quarters. Around them, women in various states of pregnancy milled about, chatting, walking, entertaining themselves. Enjoying the few moments of the day when they weren't engaged in being bred, cleaning cock, or any of the other various farm chores they were responsible for.