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Chattel Acres
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As the manager of the farm, I had a lot of responsibilities, one of
which was dealing with clients looking for a special type of slave. I had
a meeting with one such client as the next item on my list of things to do
that day. In fact, it was a couple in the market for a "disposable" slave
for a special party they were holding. They were waiting in my office when
I got back from dropping off Kathy for training.
"Hello. I'm Joe Fitzgerald," I said, shaking hands with each of
them. "You must be Master Richard and Mistress Sabrina." The tall,
powerfully built man seated across the desk from me nodded.
My eyes were drawn to the strikingly handsome woman seated to his
left, as she began to do most of the talking. "We need a special kind of
slave. One well adapted to accept extreme forms of torture and pain, and
one we don't have to worry about later, if you know what I mean."
"Well, if you know anything at all about Chattel Acres, you'll know
that we specialize in that sort of thing. In fact, I can show you a video
tape of one of our recent on-site events. That should illustrate our
capabilities perfectly."
I pressed a button on my desk and a nearby wall split in two,
revealing a state-of-the-art video system with a large screen. I pressed
another button and the room lights dimmed somewhat as a picture appeared on
the screen.
The scene was a dungeon, one of many in the nearby Chattel Castle,
and the occupants were three beautiful slaves, bound to a wall, with chains
and weights suspended from rings embedded in their nipples and labia.
Along with the slaves were several men in black leather and executioners
hoods. Each man carried a large, evil looking whip. Female attendants
appeared and turned each of the slaves to face the wall. As soon as that
was completed, the masters began whipping the slaves, whose screams blasted
from the large speakers in my office.
The two clients looked on with mild interest, but it was obvious they
weren't all that impressed yet. Sabrina turned away from the screen, to
ask about the farm's fee structure. "For what you've seen so far," I
replied, "only a nominal per-hour rental fee. But there's a catch. We
can't accept the return of any 'damaged goods.' If you leave any permanent
marks on a slave, they must be disposed of."
A hard smile appeared on Sabrina's face, and I took the opportunity
to casually mention the six-digit fee that such a "disposal" involved. It
didn't seem to phase her in the least. Amazing, the tastes of the rich.
Onscreen, the three women were taking a fierce whipping. Blood
welled from the dark lines that crisscrossed their backs. The whips fell
especially hard on one girl, a voluptuous blonde, until red streams began
to pour down her back. She screamed and moaned with each stroke, but never
tried to pull away from the cruel treatment. Without turning from the
screen, Richard commented, "So this is the point of no return. Almost a
shame; the girls do seem to be taking it remarkably well." His voice held
no compassion, but instead the measured appraisal of a connoisseur.
I'd seen the tape a dozen times, but I still enjoyed it. The next
bit, where two of the girls were unchained and ordered to lick the blood
from the blonde girl's back, provided a very artistic change of pace. The
sensuality of their slender tongues gliding over the blood-slicked curves
never failed to arouse me. The tension of the scene was enhanced by the
occasional glimpse of one of the hooded men hauling out sinister
instruments or adjusting a rope or chain. When the two tongues met,
sharing a bloody kiss, I believe I heard a soft gasp from Sabrina.
After a minute or two, it because clear that the gentle lapping was
doing little to staunch a fairly serious loss of blood. The blonde girl
finally started to slump, only to be caught brusquely. She looked up at
the heavily muscled shape that caught her with an exhausted expression of
gratitude, only to have it change to apprehension as the man unlocked her
manacles from the wall and clipped them to a chain dangling from the
ceiling. Someone offscreen hauled on the chain, and soon the girl was
hanging a couple inches off the floor. Then two men unchained her leg
manacles and slowly pulled until she was in a suspended split, her legs
almost 180 degrees apart.
The sweaty, beautiful, enraptured face of the girl filled the
screen, a few strands of golden hair sticking to her lips. The camera
panned down to show her very generous breasts stretching as the weights
bobbed, and further down over the smooth expanse of her as-yet-undamaged
belly. One of the men lifted the weights that hung on chains from her
labia, lifting them over her thighs so the rings pulled her pussy obscenely
open. He then moved under her, exposing his surprisingly large cock less
than an inch from the inviting opening. A drop of blood fell on the shaft,
and I whispered to my clients that we assured all our merchandise to be
safely disease-free. Of course, for a final service such as this, it
hardly mattered if the clients were carrying anything.
The chains were lowered abruptly, and the enormous cock disappeared
into the inviting sheath. The girl was slid up and down, lower each time,
until the man fucking her was lying on his back. The rhythm was a bit
hypnotic, so the next event always made me jump a bit. Without a warning,
four bullwhips struck the girl's tightly stretched torso full force. She
let out a high scream, and fresh rivulets of blood began flowing. Seconds
later, the whips once more struck in unison. This time, both her erect
nipples were split, and the scream was even more satisfying. The whipping
increased pace, striking at a moving target the whole time as the chains
continued to run up and down. Within another minute or two, the ends of
the long blonde hair were blood red, as her whole body glistened with cuts.
The puddle on the floor grew at an alarming rate, and it was obvious she
couldn't last much longer.
The end was signaled when the prone man made a chopping signal, just
as he began to groan in orgasm. The bullwhips struck one last time, higher
than ever before. Twin pulses of blood erupted from her neck as both her
carotid arteries were simultaneously severed. Then the whips fell silent,
as did the soundtrack. The room was far from quiet, though, as the man's
guttural grunts of climax mingled with the dying blonde's final cries. And
all was silent. For a moment.
I looked over at my two clients. They were entranced, barely
breathing, their eyes drinking in the spectacle of the dead girl being
lowered to the ground, her unnaturally white face framed on all sides by
red. This was going well.
The soundtrack slowly faded back in as the camera panned across the
dungeon to the far wall. The other two slaves were huddled there together,
staring with horror at the fate they'd always suspected, but never
accepted. The dull look in their eyes suddenly changed as two lassos arced
toward them, but neither girl was fast enough to keep them from being
snared around the neck. Their handlers hauled mercilessly on the ropes,
deep chuckles hinting at the expressions that must have lurked under the
black hoods. The slave girls clutched desperately at their necks as they
were pulled roughly across the stone floor, but with little effect. One, a
lithe athletic girl with wavy red hair and soft gray eyes, was unconscious
by the time she was dragged to the center of the room. The other, a
brunette even better endowed than the expired blonde, choked for breath.
One of the anonymous hooded figures yanked the noose from the
brunette's neck and held up his left hand, palm up. Still coughing, but
desperate to be obedient, the girl kneeled with her back to the man, then
bent forward to press her tits to the cold ground, her ass in the air. She
flinched surprisingly little when he shoved a two-foot double dildo
partway into her pussy, mostly pressing against it as if to invite deeper
penetration. This was clearly not what the man wanted, though, and he spun
her harshly around to face the still-unconscious redhead.
The girl's lustful look growing, she clearly needed no encouragement.
Careful not to dislodge the dildo, she moved up against the redhead, and
gently slid the other end of the shaft between the silent girl's glistening
pussy lips. With one final cautious glance at the master near her, she
abandoned herself to the task, pumping away at her unresponsive partner
with obvious satisfaction.
Sabrina seemed to have caught her composure a bit, and leaned back a
bit to enjoy the show. As I'd seen this tape a dozen times, I took the
opportunity to gauge her reactions. Without looking, I knew that the
muffled gasp I heard was the redhead waking up. Without taking my eyes off
Sabrina's somewhat moist cleavage, I knew that the slender girl had already
gotten into the act, and was fucking the brunette back with a vengeance.
The two girls became increasingly forceful, pushing their cunts
closer and closer together. Finally, the impossible happened, and the
dildo was completely hidden from sight, buried within those two gyrating
cunts. The curvaceous girl had already come twice, and her more athletic
partner was just on the edge of her first, when they were suddenly yanked
apart.
Both girls looked up, a bit frustrated. Their expressions changed as
a man entered the scene carrying a flash of silver. The camera focused on
it, resolving it as a one-inch steel bar six feet long. The camera slid
tantalizingly down its length, finally revealing a wickedly sharp point.
The now-terrified girls were positioned just under six feet apart, and one
end of the lethal pole was carefully placed in each of their dripping
cunts. They looked up, whimpering, only to be silenced as each had her
mouth filled with a hard cock. Then the men took a very small step towards
each other. The bar slid an inch deeper into the soft pussies that
supported it at either end.
Richard watched with a wicked smile of understanding at their
predicament. They were going to be impaled on that thing. It was only a
question of who was first. The only way to delay it was to clench down
with their pussy muscles, and try to drive the deadly pole into the other
girl first. Richard's bet was on the redhead.
The girls squirmed around the pole, but it was obvious their main
attention was on delivering a perfect sucking to the cock ahead of them.
Their training was deep, and focusing on pleasure helped them ignore the
terror. At least, it did until the hooded men took another step forward.
The brunette winced, but involuntarily pushed back just a bit, her cunt not
satisfied with the meager three inches it had received so far. The redhead
just bore down, and started deep-throating.
There was no real danger for the first five minutes, as the men
inched forward with deliberate slowness. Both girls seemed, amazingly
enough, to start enjoying the situation, filled satisfyingly from both
ends. Then a sharp pole tip met its first real resistance. The brunette's
eyes flew open with the sudden pain, but she was careful not to bite down,
hoping she still might be spared. Instead, she clenched her pussy as tight
as it would go, the well-trained muscles of a world- class slut proving
their value in a very different way. She pushed back, sending the pole
deeper into the redhead's pussy.
The battle had begun. Both girls were determined not to be the one
to give up, neither one ready to accept their end was near. They writhed
on the impaling pole, pushed against each other, and all the time sucked
and licked at the increasingly hot cocks in their mouth. The brunette had
always been an excellent cocksucker, and her skill finally drew the come
from the hooded man before her. As he came, he rammed his cock hard down
the slave's throat, shoving the girls six inches closer together.
Something had to give. It was the redhead.
The pole suddenly slid past slick pussy walls, to drive itself half a
foot into the doomed girl's belly. She let out a muffled scream around the
cock in her mouth, twisting in desperation in a futile attempt to escape
the cold sharp pain. Between the vibration from her yell, her renewed
wriggling, and the sight of the blood flowing from her cunt, her
executioner released his load of hot jism and pressed even harder forward.
This time the brunette's pussy took up most of the distance.
Both girls were lethally punctured, but it wasn't over yet. Now that
their executioners had unloaded their come into the girls, they were
through dallying around. Relentlessly, they pressed forward step by step,
the resistance growing with each inch. When the distance between the two
girls' cunts was a mere three feet, the redhead suddenly collapsed. Her
executioner carefully pulled his cock from her dead lips, and wiped it in
her hair. He then grabbed her by the shoulders, and kept pushing.
The brunette lasted surprisingly long, and to her credit, she kept
feebly sucking the last drops of come from her killer until she finally
stiffened and went limp. The hooded man holding her surprised the audience
by stroking the rich brown hair almost fondly -- a touch I always loved --
and then helped shove the bodies together on the spit.
When it was over, there were two beautiful corpses speared pussy-to-
pussy, the ends of the pole protruding between their stretched lips. The
men who had fucked and killed them shouldered the ends of the pole, and
carried their victims offscreen. The camera slowly tracked across the
bloody floor, finally coming to rest on the body of the blonde girl. Then
the screen faded to black.
Richard and Sabrina stared at the blank screen for several long
seconds, then finally turned away. I noted with satisfaction that their
breathing was very fast, and neither Richard's massive erection nor
Sabrina's diamond-tipped nipples could be ignored.
Sabrina finally spoke. "We'll take two. I'll leave Richard to pick
them out, and handle the finances." Her voice was uncharacteristically
excited, her mind obviously leaping ahead to plans for the party.
"It's been a pleasure doing business with you," I said, shaking their
hands in turn.
"Richard, if you'll follow me I'll show you where you need to go to
make your selections."
I loved my work.
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