Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 01


"She looks strong enough," Jacob said. "I'll give her that much."

"We could put her to work in the fields, Pa," Richard suggested.

"Not yet," Jacob replied. "This one will start at the bottom of the food chain. She'll move up when she proves she deserves it."

Even as warped as he own mind was, Darius couldn't imagine what the bottom might be - but he quickly found out when Jacob said, "She can spend an hour or so in the compost - see how she likes that."

Chapter Three

They walked to the far side of the meadow, Alisha leading the way with her hands stills clasped behind her head so that they could all admire the seductive roll of her generous buttocks. Alastair took up the rear, once again unable to believe his good fortune. After spending the best part of his life as a frustrated bachelor, he was now an active participant in the sexual humiliation of not one, but two stunningly beautiful young women! And thanks to Nash and his perverted circle of acquaintances, he was witnessing depravities that he could never have imagined in even his most disgusting sexual fantasies! Were they really going to make this self-respecting young law intern sit naked in a stinking compost heap?

As they neared the tree line, the heady stench of decay drifted towards them, and immediately, Alastair and Nash produced handkerchiefs which they pressed to their noses. Alisha too, forgetting her instructions, automatically put her fingertips against her nostrils.

"Hands behind your head!" Jacob barked, tapping her on the ass with his cane. Turning towards Alastair, he added, "You get used to the smell after a while - I'm sure our slave will eventually!"

Peering into the enclosure, Alastair now understood why it had been situated so far away from the farmhouse. Surrounded by dilapidated, moss-covered wooden fencing, the compost heap consisted largely of dead grass and weeds, rotting vegetables, and food waste. Even through his scented handkerchief, he found the stink overpowering.

"Okay, girl," Jacob said. "Climb in."

Alisha tuned to face him with wide eyes. "You're joking! I'm not getting in there!"

"Oh, yes you are," Jacob snarled menacingly.

"But..." Alisha started desperately, but she was cut short as Jacob whipped his cane across her right ass cheek.

"Yah!" Alisha screamed, bringing up her leg defensively.

"Get in there right now, or I'm going back to my farmhouse and we're done," Jacob said.

Alisha let out a hopeless sob and shook her head. "Please don't make me do this..."

"Ok, that's it! Sorry Darius, I've got better things to do with my time than argue with this snooty cow!" Jacob said, abruptly turning on his heel.

"What a shame," Nash said to Alisha through his handkerchief. "And you'd come so far, too."

Alisha let out an exasperated moan and took a huge lungful of air before, cheeks bulging and lips sealed, she put her hands on the rickety fencing and then climbed over the top.

Alastair watched entranced as the naked black girl dropped down into the revolting heap of refuse, her bare legs sinking in up to her knees. She did her best to hold her breath, but the smell was so overpowering that it was only a few seconds before she involuntarily dry-heaved and then breathed in a lungful of fetid air.

It was yet another sight to behold for Alastair as he recalled the many times he had served Alisha drinks beside the pool at Pemberton Hall. Now she was standing stark naked in a compost heap, trying not to throw up in front of her captivated audience - and this was just the beginning!


The assault on Alisha's senses was overwhelming. Her nostrils were filled with the foul stench of rotting vegetation, manure, and God knew whatever else was down there, and she could feel something slimy squelching between her bare toes!

Oh, God! This is so gross! she thought, mortified, and then involuntarily retched again.

Through watery eyes, she could see her spectators grinning at her and she realized that she must be presenting a crude but also amusing picture standing up to her knees in this filth without a stitch on! The fact that she had allowed herself to be put in this vile situation was still beyond her comprehension, but now that she was here, she willed herself to endure it for as long as possible - she just hoped that it wouldn't be for too long!

But that wish was ruthlessly crushed a moment later when Jacob said to her, "Now this is a working farm and you're going to have to earn your keep. We need to aerate the compost, something the earthworms down there normally do, so while you are in there you can help them by stirring it all up."

Alisha's jaw dropped. What did he mean? Did he want her to put her hands into that moldering heap of shit? Unfortunately for Alisha, she couldn't have been more horribly wrong.

"Down on your hands and knees," Jacob said casually, prompting a high-pitched snigger from Nash who, adding to Alisha's dismay, had now produced his trusty Canon Sure Shot camera.

Alisha remained motionless, suddenly feeling unsteady on her feet. This simply could not be happening! And yet, as much as she tried to convince herself that this was all just a horrible nightmare, there was no denying the sensation of the cool air on her exposed skin, the background chorus of birdsong, and the very real presence of these insane men gawping hungrily at her naked form.

"I said, get down now!" Jacob shouted, whipping the cane down onto the fence. The sharp crack snapped Alisha back to attention, and with a pitiful whimper she slowly bent her knees and then stretched out her trembling arms before plunging them into the decaying pile. Down at this level the stench was even more offensive and Alisha turned her face away and heaved again.

"Get going!" Jacob said. "I want you to keep crawling around until I tell you to stop."

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, with her nipples dragging across the canopy of rotted cabbage leaves and old potato skins, Alisha began to crawl like an animal for them. Aware of their beady eyes on her exposed backside, she moved cautiously, afraid of what she might be putting her hands and knees into. Without the protection of any clothing, she really did feel like a lowly beast, and she shuddered to think of what she must look like. Thank God Nash hadn't invited the rest of her friends up here to witness her ultimate downfall!

As she made her way gingerly through the stinking compost, Alisha recalled Nash's words back at his house - they were going to reduce her to something 'less than human'. Well, surely there wasn't anything worse than this, was there? Crawling around in putrefying filth, stark naked like a hungry pig, had to be the absolute rock bottom! Somewhere in the back of her tortured mind, she reminded herself that if she could somehow manage to stomach this heartless and degrading treatment, everything else they had to offer surely had to pale into insignificance!

But once again, Alisha had underestimated just how depraved these people were. As she pushed through the foul refuse trying to inhale as lightly as possible, she heard Jacob say, "Here's something you city slickers probably wouldn't know - a healthy person's urine can be used as a fertilizer in compost."

She was in such a state of emotional turmoil, that Alisha listened to the ensuing exchange without fully processing its awful implications.

"Urine?" Nash said.

"That's correct," Jacob said. "It destroys pathogens and actually keeps the compost sanitary, unlike feces which attracts flies and other parasites."

"Let me get this straight," Nash said. "You piss into the compost?"

"Absolutely," Jacob said. "Boys, would you like to give our guests a demonstration?"


Darius had no idea what a 'pathogen' was, but his dirty imagination told him exactly where this was heading. And as Richard and Matthew eagerly unzipped themselves, it looked as though the penny had dropped for Alisha too! The terrified girl, still half submerged in the decaying waste, stopped in her tracks and looked up in disbelief as the two young men stepped up to the wobbly fence and aimed their limp, white cocks in her direction.

Anticipating her impending flight, Jacob waved the bamboo cane menacingly, which prompted Darius to add a piece of verbal reinforcement. "Think about your future, young lady."

Even as her wide eyes were fixed on the two penises, she must have registered the warning, because she remained in place and emitted a despairing wail.

Excellent! Darius thought to himself. She has descended into a living hell but she is still conscious of the reason why she is here. Just what I was hoping for!

Matthew broke water first, a yellowish trickle which quickly picked up momentum and turned into a looping arc that splashed onto Alisha's back. The stricken girl flinched and yelled as if she had been electrically shocked, shuffling her body around to protect her face, but in doing so, she unthinkingly presented Mathew with a another beautiful target in the shape of her lovely big black ass!

Now Richard was also pissing freely in the open air, and he side-stepped away from his brother so that he could cover the front part of Alisha's body. His watery discharge landed just in front of Alisha, bouncing off the compost and splattering her screwed-up features. By leaning backwards, he increased the trajectory of his urinary attack and succeeded in hitting her dangling breasts. The contact caused Alisha to jump backwards, only for Matthew's micturition to hit her on the back of her head, soaking her long hair.

All the while, Darius was filming through his Sure Shot, and as the beautiful black girl became steadily drenched in piss, he felt his hard-on intensifying. As poor Annabel had learned to her cost, he wasn't above a little watersports play himself - he found something deeply stimulating about forcing a hygienic, morally upstanding woman into playing in her own - or even better, a complete stranger's - bodily waste!

As the two brothers' watery assault gradually diminished in strength, Darius lowered his camera and gazed enraptured at the sobbing, gasping wreck that Alisha had so quickly been transformed into.

Chapter Four

The sun had dipped behind the tree line and the fall air cooled Alisha's nude body while she continued to burrow through the stinking compost. Her cruel audience had retired to the house a while ago, but Jacob had issued a warning that she should continue to crawl around in there until she was given permission to get out.

Dazed and confused, she had numbly obeyed, feeling the boys' urine gradually drying on her skin as the shadows had lengthened. Although the stench still burned in her nostrils, she realized that she must have started to become accustomed to it because her dry-hacking episodes had become less frequent. This knowledge did little to comfort her because the tiny portion of her brain that was still functioning rationally had resolved to do everything in her power to preserve her true personality. This animal that they were forcing her to become would exist only on the farm, and she was determined to shut these hideous experiences out of her mind once it was all over. Coming to accept her treatment, however slightly, was therefore unacceptable to her.

As she pushed through the muck, her mind kept drifting back to her cozy little apartment in the city where she should now be poring over legal texts in preparation for her upcoming exams. When her two weeks were up she would be behind on her studies for the first time. God forbid she should fail! Her employers had come to expect nothing but the best from her. She visualized herself having to explain herself to her disappointed boss at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. Well, it's like this Martin. Instead of preparing for the exams, I spent the final few weeks crawling around naked in a compost heap - watched by a group of perverted white men, of course!

A voice brought her back to the present. "So how's our human worm doing, then? Ready to move up the food chain?"

Lost in her tormented thoughts, Alisha was startled to see Richard and Matthew approaching the enclosure. She stopped crawling and blinked up at them. When they reached the fence, Richard said, "Come on stinky, out you come!"

Stinky? The insulting nickname echoed in her head as she rose unsteadily to her feet. This was so unfair! These two smirking young men were the ones who had pissed on her naked body! Alisha was a very clean girl, almost obsessively so, but now she was reeking of garbage and dried urine so there was no denying the truth in the horrible bastard's description of her.

A new bubble of fury welled up inside her but she managed to just about keep her counsel. Then, after disgustedly plucking a piece of eggshell off her thigh, Alisha raised her leg to climb over the fence, leaving one hand between her buttocks to protect any remaining dignity she may have left. Her foot, covered in brown muck, slipped on the moss and she momentarily lost balance. Aware of their eyes on her wobbling breasts, she awkwardly completed the maneuver as modestly as possible.

Standing before them, she wrapped her arms over her breasts but quickly removed them when she felt the ooze squirming beneath her fingers. Oh, what she would have given for a hot, soapy shower right then!

It was only after this degrading performance that she noticed that Richard was dangling a silver bell in his hand. She gazed at it, perplexed, trying to fathom its meaning. It was crudely constructed, made of badly shaped tin, large and clunky, but even more concerning was the leather strap threaded through the metal loop at it's top. Intellectually, Alisha comprehended what this disgusting device was intended for, but she was in such a distraught state of mind that she was unable to connect it with her current state of reality.

"Hands behind your head," Richard commanded, raising the bell while wrinkling his nose in distaste at her foul odor.

"I..." Alisha began, a kaleidoscope of thought and emotions whirling through her mind.

Richard grinned at her. "Do we really want to get caned again?"

Alisha had arrived at the ultimate crossroad. She had spent the last couple of hours crawling around naked in decomposing, stinking refuse, but now she was expected to accept having a cowbell tied around her neck! Could she actually do this? She had thought that the compost heap would have been the worst that they could do, but apart from the earthworms and the cockroaches, she had at least been permitted to endure that awful indignity alone - the specter of having to interact with actual farm animals had been hovering in the back of her mind from the moment of her arrival, but now what were they planning for her?

Again she thought of her precious career, the humiliations she had already suffered, and that awful man Jacob, with his vicious cane. Trembling, her woeful eyes moist with shame, Alisha slowly placed her hands behind her head. Holding his breath, Richard secured the leather collar around her neck and then stepped back. Alisha could feel the bell, cold between her breasts, but it was the symbolism that hurt the most.

"Come on, my little heifer," Richard sniggered. "Everybody is waiting for you in the milking shed."

He waved his arm, keeping his distance, and in the fading light, Alisha reluctantly walked ahead of them, acutely aware of her nakedness again now that she was upright, listening to the tuneless clinking of the cowbell, conscious too of the unsightly tufts of hair sprouting from her armpits, and filled with a brand new dread as they neared the milking shed.


After a pleasant hour relaxing in front of the fireplace in Jacob's living room, Alastair Barclay was once again itching to get back outside and see how Alisha was getting on. While they had been enjoying their host's twelve-year-old scotch, the poor girl had been left to crawl around naked in the smelly compost all by herself.

She hadn't even been given the opportunity to disobey in their absence because before departing, Jacob had informed her that he would be observing her from the farmhouse with a powerful pair of binoculars - and he hadn't been bluffing! Periodically, he had left his armchair to ensure that their captive slave was still on all fours moving around through the rotting refuse.

To Alastair's amazement, she had been doing just that for the entire time! Jacob had even lent him the glasses to have a look, and the girl's face was understandably a mask of misery. And yet, such was Jacob's increasingly tightening grip on her psyche, she had forced herself to stick with it, milling around and around in a demeaning and pointless exercise designed only to fill her with shame, and more importantly, break her spirit.

Now Jacob was holding up a pale blue torpedo-shaped object that he had just removed from a large cardboard box. "This, gentlemen, contains a rather interesting chemical compound created by Darius' good friend, Doctor Schafer."

Alastair had heard Darius mention this man before. Apparently he was a deranged and banned doctor who nowadays earned his living giving humiliating and painful medical exams to female prisoners of his like-minded friends. Indeed Miss Annabel who had for many years bossed Alastair around at Pemberton Hall had already undergone one such ordeal - sadly, Alastair had not been present for that one.

"What is it?" Asked Tom Craddock, eagerly.

"A pharmacological cocktail containing various psychoactive drugs, including barbiturates and amphetamines, as well as a large and enhanced dosage of prolactin."

Alastair looked as confused as Tom Craddock, so Nash explained it for them. "The modified prolactin will rapidly stimulate Alisha's milk production whilst dramatically increasing her breast size, while the uppers and downers will put her into an emotional fog, so that her mental faculties will become severely compromised. Furthermore, the whole concoction is highly addictive, which will give Jacob even more leverage during her training period."

While Alastair was still digesting the heady implications of all this, Craddock said, "How is she supposed to swallow that thing?"

He had a good point. The capsule was at least four inches long and an inch in diameter. Jacob grinned wickedly. "She's not. It's an anal suppository."

Craddock let out a choked laugh of surprise. "She's going to have to stick it up her asshole?"

"Well, as you are about to discover, she won't be able to do it herself," Jacob said. "Somebody else is going to have to insert it into her."

Before Craddock could volunteer, the heavy oak front door swung open and Matthew stepped inside. "She's in the shed, Pa."

"Excellent," said Jacob, standing, and handing Alastair the box. "Would you mind carrying this?"

Alastair nodded dumbly and when he looked inside, he drew a breath of delighted surprise - there were at least another fifty suppositories inside there!

"Is she going to have to take all of these?" he asked.

"Yep. One a day, until she's completely and irreversibly hooked," said Jacob. "Shall we?"

Chapter Five

Although Jacob had previously outlined his plans for Alisha, Darius had been content with not knowing the details. Even though he planned to enjoy many future hours tormenting both Alisha and Annabel himself, he found it equally thrilling being a spectator, especially when he had no idea what was coming up next.

As they entered the milking shed, Darius had to stifle a giggle of amusement. Six stalls already occupied by dairy cattle lined the right hand wall, as one would have expected, but at the far end of the building, another separate stall had been constructed, presumably for the sole purpose of accommodating its human occupant.

It consisted of a wooden dais, surrounded by an iron frame with a center crossbeam, over which Alisha was bent over with her ass in the air and her huge tits hanging unceremoniously beneath her. Her arms had been crossed over behind her back and bound by the elbows and wrists by leather straps which were tightly secured to the metal frame.

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