Cages

The side of the barnrolled up into the ceiling, revealing another corral out in the sunlight. Across from the women was a small trailer, no bigger than one that would be used to move an apartment. On the side facing the garage was a row of low cages made of ugly iron, five in a row. About three feet high, three feet wide, and six feet deep with a straw floor. The trailer on which the cages were mounted was connected to the first vehicle that Amy had seen since she'd boarded the ship that had enslaved her so many months before, a beat up, rusted pick up truck, dusty and worn beyond any recognition.

Quickly, Amy was grabbed by two farm hands, one clipped a leash to her collar, the other checked the number on the back of her collar against a list. "4298, check." She was led towards the first cage on the trailer, closed to the truck. The men, pushed her to her knees in front of the opening, Amy didn't resist.

"Hold up," said the one that had attached her leash. "I haven't cum since last night. I want to get a load off before we have to clean out the birthing quarters."

"Jesus Jim, if we're late we're going to get whipped," said the other hand. "Can't you go a day without blowing a load?

"I'll only take a second." replied Jim. He stepped between Amy and her cage, unzipping his fly in the process.

Amy didn't need another word, she reached into the crotch of his overalls and began fishing for the man's cock. When she found it, she pulled on it, massaging it slightly with her hand as she felt blood rush to his member.

A few seconds later, Amy had a fully erect, if on the smaller side of what she was used to, cock in her hand.

Amy moved her mouth to his head, using her tongue to caress the underside of his head and her right hand to fondle his hair testicles that hung heavy and full below his shaft. Her other hand wrapped his buttocks as she began to work him in her mouth, taking care to work the tip of his head every time it made it to the front of her moth.

The man moaned and gripped her on the back of her head, sensing the hand off of control, Amy shifted both hands to his sack as he began fucking her mouth, slobber coursing down her chin and onto her chest with each stroke.

Amy felt his sack retract briefly before Jim moaned, **** her head down until her nose was buried in his musky crotch, and finished in her mouth.

Amy swallowed and made sure to clean off his cock. The whole encounter had lasted no more than five minutes.

"See Bill, just a quickie to take the edge off." Bill snorted in derision as he pointed at the cage.

Amy crawled in head first, turned and lay on her stomach, facing the door to her cage. She felt the straw stick to the slobber that coated her chest she watched the other four slaves have their numbers checked before being loaded in their cages and the doors locked. Finally, Bill and Jim took a tarp and threw it over the cages, blocking the slaves from the sunlight the beat down on the little island. They secured it to the trailer and a few moments later, the truck pulled off; hauling its cargo to a new location.