Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 02

Richard was currently working on her crotch and thighs, taking particular care to ensure that her meaty hammock was well cleaned, stroking the sponge up and down her labia, and making Alisha gasp and whimper. Matthew was at her other end, pouring water over her back, and then working his sponge underneath to wash her stomach and heavy, dangling breasts.

From the look of her hardened nipples, the water in the tub was quite cold, although Darius couldn't decide whether her shaking legs were caused by the low temperature or the effort to maintain her undignified position. After her long and sleepless night, followed by a morning of hard labor, it was incredible that she hadn't collapsed into the tub already!

Knowing the numbing effect that the drugs were having on her brain, Darius wondered if Alisha was still lucid enough to be aware of the significance of this latest insult to her dignity. On this farm, she wasn't even entitled to wash herself yet, instead having to submit to having two young white men pawing her naked body. Quite a comedown for this once-proud young woman!

When every trace of the clinging mud had been removed, Alisha was ordered down from the tub, and told to stand with her legs wide and her arms outstretched. As she became aware of the arrival of the rest of them, Alisha lowered her eyes, which indicated to Darius that she was indeed still acutely aware of her indecent condition.

Matthew finished the job of rinsing her down as she exposed her full-frontal nudity to the rest of them. Darius himself had never been put in such a position before, but he guessed that one would never really entirely get used to being constantly naked when everyone around you was fully clothed - and of the opposite sex!

Her cleansing complete, Jacob said, "Right, it's time for some more medication, and then she can have something to eat."

*

Under Jacob's direction, Alisha's falteringly lowered her wet and shaking body, and got down on all fours on the hard floor. It was hard for Alastair to gauge her mental condition at this point because her damp hair was plastered across her face.

Watching her in the plowing field earlier, she had run the whole gamut of expressions, ranging from excruciating pain to complete and utter humiliation when she'd had no option other than to relieve her bowels of the water she had been carrying around. Jacob's methodology was quite brilliant Alastair concluded - intended to break the girl's physical resistance whilst keeping her inner sense of pride alive. There was always a constant glimmer of rage and denial detectable in Alisha's eyes, which made each degradation she suffered that much more enjoyable for her audience. After all, where was the fun in humiliating a person who simply didn't care anymore?

Richard went over to the box of suppositories and his father said, "Let's give her two. I want her to start producing as soon as possible."

With a mischievous grin on his face, Richard guided the black girl further down onto her elbows and knees and knelt down behind her spread thighs. Placing his left hand on her ass, her spread her cheeks with thumb and index finger before twisting the suppository into her anus.

Alastair would have thought that Alisha would have been starting to get used to having objects stuck up her asshole by now, but she still emitted a grunt of disapproval, wriggling her buttocks and squeezing them together at this latest violation. With a swift swat on the ass from Richard, Alisha gave out a yelp and her cheeks promptly parted again. When the light blue capsule had disappeared from sight, Richard immediately took advantage of the dilation of her sphincter by pressing the second one home.

Now Alisha's protest evolved into a low moan as yet again, she would have to endure a period of uncomfortable fullness before the suppositories were absorbed into her system. With her medication implanted inside her, it was now time for Alisha's lunch. Alastair was expecting her to have to eat off the low bench again, but dear old Jacob was full of surprises.

While his brother was stuffing Alisha's asshole, Matthew had been busy filling a sackcloth nosebag with oats, which, to Alisha's obvious distaste, he now hooked over her head and around neck. With her face hidden inside the bag, the stricken girl had no choice but to chomp away until the level of oats was too low for her to reach with her mouth.

And so, while Nash snapped away with his camera, his black slave spent the next twenty minutes or so eating her lunch straight out of a horse's nosebag, on her hands and knees, while the cool autumn air dried her naked body.

*

Full. Stuffed. Bloated. These were the only words that spun around Alisha's head. If it wasn't water, it was oats - or worse those horrible blue pellets they kept jamming into her rectum. But although the actual sensation was both painful and uncomfortable, now that they were in there, unlike the day before, a strange sense of relief had settled upon her. It was almost as is there was something missing when she wasn't plugged up back there. This new development was as worrying as it was baffling.

She was still on her hands and knees, and that was a small mercy because, as demeaning a position as it was, at least she was spared the pain of looking her tormentors in the eye. She felt Richard's hands brushing her hair away from her face, and then Jacob said, "I expect you could do with a drink."

That was the understatement of the weekend! She hadn't had anything to drink since the hosepipe ordeal in the early morning, and after hours of traipsing through that thick mud, followed by devouring several mouthfuls of dry oats, she was utterly parched! Even if they used the hosepipe again, Alisha wouldn't fight it. But as ever, the rules of the game were constantly changing.

"Stay on the floor and follow Richard over to the water trough," Jacob commanded.

Stay on the floor? He wants me to crawl over there!

Even though she had crawled around for hours in the compost heap the previous day, and had then been bound-up on all fours through the night, having to shuffle along on her hands and knees so that she could quench her thirst seemed somehow even more belittling. This time she was crawling for something that she desperately needed, and even in the knowledge that before her entrapment she would rather have died than get down on all fours in front of white folk, she dejectedly complied without hesitation.

The metal trough was shallow enough that Alisha could reach the water with her mouth, but as she began to suck it up, she heard Jacob say, "Not like that! Animal's lap with their tongue, don't they?"

Despite all she had been put through, Alisha still bristled at being referred to as an animal, but the clear water close beneath her, looked so inviting, and fearful of Jacob changing his mind, she poked out her pink tongue and began to scoop up the water to the best of her ability.

This was yet another low as she listened to the men's nasty comments behind her, fully aware that her hairy genitals and butt-crack were on full display to them. Oddly, as she flicked her tongue in and out, Alisha wondered if the last suppository was visible to them - a little blue bullet head protruding from her anus - but she was sure that Tom Craddock would have made some lewd joke about it by now. Besides, unlike the first dosages, she hadn't tried to eject these ones, because - to her chagrin - she found the plugging sensation inside her strangely comforting.

When she had drunk her fill, Jacob said, "Stand up, and put your hands behind your head. It's time to examine your breasts."

Chapter Fourteen

Richard guided Alisha back to the center of the shed, where she stood in front of the semi-circle of white male observers. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Darius to assess her state of mind, because her facial expressions were constantly changing. Obviously the drugs were beginning to fudge her mental faculties, but the slight hint of resistance still remained in her eyes. From the look of her, Alisha appeared to be immersed in a steadily increasing turmoil of mental and emotional confusion herself right now!

She adopted the now-familiar posture with far more readiness than on her arrival at the farm the previous day. Incredible, Darius mused, what a difference twenty-four hours can make!

Once again, Jacob had his sons take the lead, while Tom Craddock and Alastair Barclay looked wistfully on. Unlike them, Darius was quite happy to play the role of voyeur in Alisha's destruction. He would have plenty of time over the coming months - possibly years - to sample Alisha's fleshly delights. Besides, dear sweet Annabel was waiting at home to submit to his twisted demands!

Now Darius watched in fascination as the boys approached the disoriented black girl and took hold of one large tit each. This then, was not going to be a proper medical examination, but simply another device for Richard and Matthew to have some fun at Alisha's expense.

Simultaneously, the boys raised their respective breasts in the air and then bounced them up and down, purportedly, Darius imagined, to test their weight. There was a certain logic behind this, he realized, because Dr. Schafer had included that overdose of prolactin in her drug cocktail, so that she would soon be producing large quantities of milk on a daily basis. The other side-effect of course, would be a dramatic increase in Alisha's breast size. She was already carrying a splendid rack, but any significant increase would surely look quite absurd. Add into the equation the fact that she would be firmly addicted by the time her trial on the farm was over - and Darius would ensure that she had a good supply when she returned to her apartment - the poor woman would most certainly raise more than a few eyebrows back in the city.

"What do you say, lads?" Jacob said. "How do they feel?"

Raising Alisha's left breast and pulling on its dark brown nipple, Richard said, "Heavy and tensile. Watch how they bounce."

By way of a demonstration, he allowed Alisha's udder to flop back against her ribcage, and even though her breasts had been quite firm beforehand, Darius had to admit that there was a noticeable increase in springiness as it wobbled slowly to a halt.

"That's not the most scientific approach now, is it?" Jacob chuckled. "Here, take this measure and make a note of the results. I want you to record their exact size every day."

Richard took the proffered tape measure from his father, and passed one end to Matthew

"Matthew," Jacob said, "Hold the end up against her spine, and then bring the tape back around under her armpit."

"It might get lost in all that jungle of hair!" Tom Craddock wise-cracked, and Darius caught a brief reaction in Alisha's eyes.

After his brother had completed his part, Richard drew the tape across Alisha's prominent nipples and then around behind her back. "Thirty-six inches, pa."

"Okay, now do the same again, but pass the tape over the top of her udders."

"Thirty two inches," Richard said, when the task was done.

Jacob pulled a smartphone from his pocket and after tapping a few icons, pronounced, "That's a thirty-two D."

Amazing! Darius thought. This crude old farmer is certainly full of surprises!

*

"How in heavens did you work that out?" Alastair exclaimed.

"Just a simple calculator I downloaded," Jacob said. "I figured it would come in useful with this one."

Alastair smiled and shook his head. The man thinks of everything, and he is clearly passionate about his wonderfully depraved work!

"What was your bra-size the last time you checked, Daisy?" Jacob said.

All through this degrading measuring exercise, Alisha had kept a bland expression on her face, which Alastair had interpreted as an indication of resigned defeat. But reacting to her demeaning new nickname, she glanced quickly at her current master.

"Answer me," Jacob said, "or you'll be receiving six strokes across your ass."

Alisha opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was hard to tell, but Alastair was sure she was blushing. After all she has endured, divulging feminine, personal information is still a major source of embarrassment to her!

"You want me to fetch the cane?" Jacob said.

Alisha drew a large intake of air through her nostrils, and said in a barely audible voice, "Thirty-two C."

Jacob entered the figures into his phone app. "Well it's a start. She's started producing then. Boys, could you squeeze a few drops out for me?"

Grinning naughtily, Matthew pinched Alisha's right nipple and began tweaking and pulling it as if he were hand-milking a cow. Very quickly, white, viscous droplets began to form around her erect nub.

"Well she's certainly not squirting yet but that will come soon enough," Jacob said. "Why don't you have a taste, son?"

Needing no further encouragement, Matthew leaned down and poked out his tongue. As he lapped up her sticky milk, Alisha hissed loudly through her teeth, betraying to everybody how sensitive her breasts and nipples had become after a whole night of mechanical suction.

Not wishing to be outdone by his younger sibling, Richard got to work on Alisha's left nub, and soon the two brothers were vying with each other, squeezing and licking, while their helpless victim stood wretchedly between them.

All to soon, the boys' suckling had taken on a distinctly sexual overtone - as evidenced by the considerable bulges in their pants! Meanwhile, as their salivary assault continued, Alisha began to wriggle and squirm whilst issuing a series of undignified gasps, squeaks and whimpers.

Observing her reaction, Jacob said, "You like that do you? Enjoy being ravished by two white men at the same time?"

Wordlessly, Alisha shook her head, despite her obvious arousal being quite apparent to all present.

"Well, it certainly looks that way. What do you think, fellas?"

"She's loving every minute of it, the dirty cow," Tom Craddock said. "I'll bet this has been her secret fantasy since she reached puberty!"

"Is that right?" Jacob asked Alisha. "Under that haughty exterior, you've always wondered what it would be like to be taken by two Caucasian men?"

Now Alisha's fluttering eyelids opened wide as she weighed up the implications of Jacob's line of questioned, and she finally found her voice. "No!" she gasped frantically. "I'm not like that, at all... Mister Jacob, sir!"

"First off, I don't believe you," Jacob said gruffly. "Second, I'm going to make you admit to everybody here how you really feel about your filthy spit-roasting daydreams."

Alastair wondered if anybody else had noticed the new honorific that Alisha had surprisingly bestowed upon her white master. Was this an early sign of her regression back to a humble slave-like persona? But events were moving apace and now he watched spellbound as the sadistic farmer went across to the workbench and took a long silver stick with a black handle down from a wall peg.

Chapter Fifteen

The humiliation Alisha was experiencing at being forced to breast-feed two white men of her own age, was multiplied by the very unwelcome sexual arousal it gave her. Her tender nipples were rock hard, and there was an undeniable dampness between her thighs! What made this latest horror even more unbearable was that she wasn't being mechanically stimulated by a vibrator this time. What could that possibly mean? Was she on some dark, subconscious level, actually getting off on this depravity?

These distressing thoughts flitting through her convoluted mind, even as she processed Jacob's question. Spit roast! Alisha wasn't a naïve girl, and although she hadn't actually heard the term before, she had a pretty good idea what he was getting at!

Matthew and Richard pulled off her sore nipples with a stereo popping sound and, their chins slick with Alisha's lactation, high-fived each other before stepping back on each side. Now that terrifying man, Mister Jacob stood before her, malice in his eyes, and a metal pole in his hand. A knot tightened in Alisha's stomach, but she knew better by now than to flee, so she remained in place, knees trembling and hands behind her head, nervously awaiting her next public abasement.

Brandishing the sinister-looking pole, Mister Jacob said, "Now tell everybody about your perverted sexual fantasies."

For some reason Alisha couldn't stop looking into his cold eyes, but even though she dimly understood what he wanted her to say, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it. "I... I..."

The next moment she felt an excruciating fire throbbing through her abdomen, and with a shriek, she fell to her knees.

"I haven't got time for your insubordination," Mister Jacob said, and before she had time to recover from the first shock, he touched the tip of the stick against her right thigh. If Alisha had thought that the cane and crop were the worst pains imaginable, her education in sadomasochism had suddenly been dramatically broadened!

She lurched backward now, so that her legs were bent double and the back of her head rested on the floor. Dimly, amid the agony, Alisha realized that she had adopted this absurd position because of the effect of the electricity on her muscles, although it was less a thought than a biological understanding.

Mister Jacob, the inflictor of incomprehensible pain, pointed the terrible stick towards her right breast, but Alisha brought up her hand and shook her head wildly.

"Mmm, mmph!" was all she could manage in her agony and terror.

"Getting the idea now?" Jacob said. "If you don't want any more, you'll get back up on your feet and answer the questions correctly and truthfully. What's it going to be?"

*

After giving Alisha a few seconds to regain a semblance of composure, Jacob said, "So, are you ready to tell us?"

With moist eyes, and her ample breasts heaving, Alisha mumbled, "I like... like to be... spit-roasted."

"Not good enough," Jacob said, raising the cattle prod. "I want details, descriptions - and passion. Prove that you adore being fucked in all your holes by two white men at the same time. And make it convincing, or else!"

Wow! Darius thought. I thought I was good at mind-fucking young women, but this guy is on a whole new level!

Cowering in front of her cruel master, Alisha, her eyes hypnotically watching every movement of the cattle prod, sniffled, "I-I love to be taken by w-white men, M-Mister Jacob, sir."

"Taken? What does that mean?" Jacob said. "Dirty little bitches don't talk that way! Use the proper vernacular! Talk dirty, bitch!"

Alisha, bottom lip quivering, made the mistake of dawdling over this a second too long, and Jacob's arm shot out, stunning the distraught girl on the left nipple. Given the treatment that her teats had been subjected to over the past twenty-four hours, the pain she felt must have been excruciating. Indeed, with a woeful scream, Alisha's legs jerked out wide, as a stream of yellow piss erupted from between her legs.

Doubled over, with her hand again raised in submission, Alisha cried, "P-Please... Mister Jacob, Sir... no more!"

"Then let's get it right, this time. Describe your wet dreams in the filthiest ways imaginable. I know that proud exterior is just a veneer, and I want you to show everybody here just what a low-life whore you really are!"

He's digging into her psyche! Darius thought. He knows that she's holding onto her hard-won dignity somewhere deep inside, and he means to reach in there and crush it! And what better way than to force her to pretend that she really is a sex-craved harlot?

*

Alastair had seen a lot of physical and psychological torture of young women since his association with Darius Nash, but the mental and emotional devastation he was witnessing now was almost beyond the pale! Perhaps a man of greater moral fiber would have at least walked outside, but Alastair was unable to tear his eyes away from the tormented African-American girl's plight.