the second in the series of the slavery of women in the future
Her back was beginning to heal. The last of the scabs were falling off. It had been a couple of weeks since she had been branded and bought to this farm. She was a yellow collar. There was one other lag and a breeder as well as her master. She was woken often by a kick in the ribs if she wasn’t awake and then she worked doing different chores around the farm from dawn till dusk. She knew from camp that she would be have to do certain things for her master, so she was a little confused as to when.
She was only allowed to leave the farm with her master or with permission. She’d seen the other lag (a blue collar) receive a whipping the first week she’d been here. She was strapped to a bar that was far enough off the ground so that even her toes didn’t touch it. Her hands had been strapped with leather straps to the bar, then her clothes were ripped off of her. The blue collar had tears in her eyes, the fear was written all over her face but she definitely shouted “ well come on then what have you got to offer, little dick, I ran away cause I knew I could get fucked somewhere else by someone better,“ Their master stood behind the girl, leather strap in hand and a grin on his face. He swung and she heard the crack before she felt the pain.
The blue collar had hung from the bar for two days after that but still through whatever kept her going shouted and screamed at their master every time she saw him. (But then that was what a blue collar was supposed to do.)
“Oi” She was suddenly shaken out of her memories by the masters annoyed voice coming from behind her. Quickly turning around, she bowed so her face was resting on the tip of his boots.
“What were you thinking about lag” he questioned
“On how to be a better worker for you sir,”
“liar!!!!!!!” he screamed and kicked her in the shoulder. She tumbled backwards and fell on her back. She looked up expecting anger in his face but instead she saw the same weird grin on his face as when he whipped the blue lag. He edged towards her kicking her legs apart, and kneeling down in between them. He grabbed her now open legs and dragged her towards him, so close she could feel his growing cock inside of his jeans. He roughly pulled at the little clothes she had on. His hands felt rougher and more callas as they had when he had first taken her. She came over in a cold sweat when she remembered the pain from then. Her masters hands ran up and down her now naked body, resting on her tits, squeezing at her nipples until she cried out in pain. His knee began to rub at her crutch, kneading. She began to feel a tingle running up her body, her pinched nipples actually becoming pert and hard. Her master noticed this and grinned even wider. Reaching down he unzipped his jeans, he grabbed one of her hands and placed it around his shaft, holding it there with his, rubbing it up and down. She swear she could feel the blood pumping into his dick helping it grow.
He was beginning to moan now, his dick she thought was as hard as it would go, he was gyrating his hips to push his dick further into her hand. She gasped as he suddenly pushed her so she was laying down, it was hear she began to whimper, “please oh master, please don’t hurt me, I won’t daydream sir I promise” she begged squeezing her eyes shut as if to shut out what was coming. She felt his mouth roam around her neck, biting, taunting her, “ I know you want me really”, he whispered into her ear. Although she yes did protest, she tingled from head to toe in anticipation, her cunt wet and soooooo ready. Finally she felt his dick at the mouth of the tunnel, “no sir please,” she begged again.
She felt his hands go to the top of her head, sliding along the floor still, keeping him laying above her, when they reached and cupped her head his whole body rammed up. She felt his cock enter her, sharp, hard, forceful. She didn’t know what to do. Tears in her eyes came as release because it wasn’t as painful as the first time but then the pain in her back where the brand was hurt as he rammed into her several times, the newly formed skin scrapping off on the concrete underneath them. He rammed faster into her, he screamed at her several times to open her legs wider. She had to oblige in the end as it hurt more when she tried to resist. He began pumping harder and harder, she couldn’t help herself, she grabbed hold of his arse cheeks and pulled him into her further, moaning with him. The tinkering that went through her body was great, she wanted more, so she pulled his arse cheeks as he pulled down on her head. She wanted more, she had never felt like this before. His hands came away from her head, one slapped down on the side of her face, then grabbed her neck. It squeezed. She lay dazed for a bit, the side of her face stinging. “ I’m sorry,” she cried coming to a bit. Again, the hand slapped at her face, then it bit into her neck as it began to squeeze, she struggled for breath, he was still above her, he began yet again to fuck her, as he got faster, he squeezed harder, his eyes even seem to glaze over when he shoved hard, he paused, holding his dick inside of her. She could feel his liquid pumping into her, creaming the inside of her walls, so much of it it dribbled out a little as he withdrew a little and pushed in again. His breathing slowed.
He pulled out, the stars in front of her eyes faded a little when he released his hand from her throat.
Standing up and pulling up his jeans, she watched him walk towards the doors of the barn.
“next time do as you as supposed to, or you will be punished,” he said gruffly as he left.
She lay there shivering, but not with cold but with a mixture of excitement and fear, his fluids now seeping out of her.
She was a yellow collar, she wasn’t supposed to enjoy what he did to her, she was supposed to be in fear. She would have to be careful of that in the future. But just the thought of brought Goosebumps to her skin.
Well the second in a series, I hope you enjoyed this too. I have more ideas, but only if you think they are readable!!!!!!!!!!!!