The Slut Farm

The beat up green Toyota that Beth Anne drove along the bumpy rural road to Arakawa Acres wouldn't raise an eyebrow from most. But, to Beth Anne it was a thing of beauty. Her pappy once told her that everything is more beautiful if you earned it with your own two hands. It was a beautiful car, even though it had a few parts missing. A part time job will only earn you so much.

One of the parts missing was the driver's side window. Without it, the sounds of the farm was the radio station she heard as she started nearing the front gates. The cracking of the whip as the pony girls struggled to drag around heavy plows. The faint hum of machines from the cow girl barn. She knew she'd past the pig pen when she heard the snorting and splashing....and the signature sound of pig girls, the bump bump of copulation.

Near the big iron gate, she even saw one of the girls. She was curvy and busty, probably latina, and her arms were locked into long leather sleeves with a strap on the forearm that wrapped around both arms when they were together, creating an awkward bound up wing. Her chest was covered in black straps that left nothing to the imagination, and exposed and supported her inflated belly. To most she'd look pregnant, but Beth Anne knew better. The straps ran up to a full face hood with a large ring gag open so she could get air. The girl was walking in circles, slowly since her legs were hobbled by a mid chain between her ankle cuffs.

The gate opened for he. She waved to the hen girl as she went through. Before she left again, she knew she was going to finally make it. She was going be a slut rancher, just like pappy.