Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 03

Author's Note: For context, please first read 'Alisha is Sent to the Farm - Parts One and Two'. If you want to find out how Alisha was originally blackmailed into submitting to this nightmare world of subjugation, please read 'Annabel and Mr. Nash - Part Six'.

My heartfelt thanks to Regressednegress and Ashley Darkside for their imaginative contributions to this ongoing story.

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Chapter Seventeen

It had only been a week since their last visit but the leaves were already turning brown and the sky was thick with white cloud. Alastair had taken the precaution of bringing a coat and he was glad for its protection this morning as they followed the shingle path around to the rear of the house.

Beside him, Darius Nash had a deeply thoughtful look on his face, which he had maintained throughout their car journey to Jacob's isolated farm. Alastair hadn't bothered to ask why because frankly he wasn't interested in Nash's problems. The only reason Alastair was courteous to him at all was because of the amazing new world of sexual depravity that the twisted old freak had introduced him to!

Alastair had spent the week back at Pemberton Hall, fulfilling his regular duties as the head butler. There had only been Madam Sissy to attend to, and apart from the recent arrival of a rather fetching young housemaid - strictly off-limits to Alastair, of course - it had all been incredibly dull in comparison to the debauched weekends that he had become accustomed to spending with Nash and his perverted cronies.

There had been one quite delectable interlude earlier in the week when he had been privileged to witness his former mistress, Annabel, undergo yet another spirit-breaking episode of sexual degradation. This time she had been forced to act as a kind of faux-nurse, attending to the needs of a bunch of smelly hobos, and although Alastair had taken great delight in observing her miserable plight, unfortunately this time he hadn't been invited to take part.

So it was with balls full of sperm - no masturbating in bed this week - that he followed Jacob and his two sons around to the back of the farmhouse, eager to find out what had happened to Annabel's high-society buddy, Alisha, over the past five days.

The last time he had seen her, she was fastened to a metal frame with her breasts attached to milking cups, her once-proud features contorted into a mask of shame and woe. He knew that these ruthless country folk would not have eased up at all with her unceasing torments, but the only clue as to her current predicament was when Jacob had tersely informed them she was 'out back with the pigs'.

That had been enough to fuel Alastair's warped imagination, but the sight that greeted him when they reached the far end of the back yard was beyond his wildest expectations. There were two pigsties separated by a steel fence, the one on the right containing six pink and brown pigs who were contentedly rummaging through the dirt and manure that lined their enclosure. They began to grunt and squeal at the sight of the approaching humans, no doubt anticipating a feed, but the sole occupant of the other sty looked considerably less enthusiastic.

Just as when they had left her in the milking shed a week ago, Alisha was naked and on all fours, but there the similarity ended. It seemed that in the interests of authenticity, Jacob and his boys had made some modifications to the beautiful African-American law student that Alastair found delightfully amusing as well as highly stimulating!

She was still wearing the leather collar around her neck - albeit without the humiliating cow bell attached - but now a length of thin black cord had been secured to the back, and then pulled tight over the top of her crown and down the middle of her forehead, before it divided into two pieces that ended in little metal hooks. These had then been inserted inside Alisha's nostrils, tugging them cruelly upward with the effect of elongating her nose into a flattened snout! Adding to her new porcine appearance, a rather unflattering headband had been fitted over her head, on top of which were mounted two triangular black piggy ears that pointed cartoonishly skyward!

As she scuttled away to avoid their faces, Alisha unwittingly presented them with a clear view of her final humiliating adornment - a curly, black plastic tail sticking rudely out of her asshole! To add insult to her emotional injuries, her dark cunt lips looked quite bloated and sore, which indicated that the wretched girl had recently been impaled on either a rubber dildo or Richard and Matthew's cocks - probably both!

But it was the effect of the enforced suppositories that Alisha had been receiving on a daily basis that literally made Alastair gasp with surprise and joy. As Jacob had explained the previous week, Alisha was being systematically pumped full of a super-strength prolactin in order to stimulate her milk production. This would naturally lead to an increase in her breast size, but Alastair had been totally unprepared for the sheer enormity of the swollen brown udders that dangled beneath the clearly devastated young woman right now!

Even as Alisha tried in vain to squeeze behind the metal trough in her sty, Alastair saw that her outrageously bloated mammaries were dragging along in the dirt, making any kind of rapid motion impossible! With nowhere to hide, the mortified young black girl settled for hiding her distorted face behind the trough, leaving her broad buttocks thrust out on public display, the little tail quivering as she attempted to press her naked body down into the dirt.

"What do you think of our new little piglet?" Richard wickedly grinned. "We've been keeping her in a separate pen so that she doesn't upset the other pigs with her black skin!"

"Yeah, she looks more like a niglet!" laughed Matthew.

"Come over here, little piggy!" Richard crooned. "You've got some visitors. Do you remember Mr. Nash and Mr. Barclay? They're real human beings who can talk and stand up on two legs. Come on, say hello!"

Her nude body visibly trembling, Alisha slowly backed out from behind the trough, and keeping her head down, she shuffled across on her hands and knees, her nipples trailing along the damp earth. Unable to drag his eyes away from her mammoth tits, Alastair had to remind himself yet again that the bestial creature on the ground before them was the same young lady that he had lusted after at so many of Annabel's pool parties at Pemberton Hall! He had no way of imagining what horrors she had been forced to endure over the past week - although he was sure Jacob would fill them in with all the details - but the net effect was quite perfect. They had most certainly succeeded in regressing Alisha to an animal-like status, although judging from her body language, her former self probably still remained in some way intact on the inside. What terrible anguish for such a dignified young professional woman to have to endure!

"Look at your guests when you greet them, you big-tittied sow!" Richard said.

Alastair noted with interest the way that Jacob's two boys were now holding court while their father took a backseat - although his presence was undoubtedly still keenly observed by their quaking victim in the pig pen. Alisha had probably spent many hours performing like an animal for these two young white men - as well as sexually accommodating them - during the intervening days since their last visit. Whatever the outcome of her fortnight of hell on this farm, Alisha would have to carry the intimate memories of her enforced relationship with these two rustics for the rest of her days!

Very slowly, Alisha managed to force herself to raise her head and look up at her tormentors, and seeing her pretty face - if you ignored her new pug nose - Alastair now knew he had guessed right. Hate, fury, sorrow, self-pity, remorse, and deep shame were all reflected in those, big, brown, anguished eyes!

"Last time of asking," Richard said. "You know what happens when you disobey!"

Alisha averted her eyes as she took in a deep, shuddering breath before, to Alastair's amazement she began to squeal like a pig at feeding time!

Chapter Eighteen

Even though she had previously been forced to low like a cow for them, Alisha had felt another piece of her soul vanish after Mister Jacob had earlier taken the extra step of forbidding her to speak like a human being at all until further notice. He had instructed her to communicate only by using the sounds of whichever animal he had her imitating, and Alisha recognized that this was designed to be another significant development in her dehumanization process.

There had been moments when she had been left alone at night in the milking stall - mercifully without the awful leather bit jammed between her jaws - when she had reverted to quietly talking to herself. This, she told herself, was not a sign of oncoming madness, but a therapeutic technique by which she could verbally reassure herself that the true Alisha Royce was alive and well inside her. The sound of her own voice had become the only remaining link to her life in the city, an audible reminder that she was not really a stinking four-legged beast, but a proud member of the genus homo sapiens.

But Mister Jacob's latest edict had now given her cause to wonder if somebody had been listening in on her nocturnal soliloquies, and that in the spirit of utmost cruelty he had decided to put a stop to that as well. The message was clear - on this white man's farm she was nothing more than a lowly animal in every sense until Mister Jacob decided that she had earned the right to walk and talk like the rest of humanity again.

Today that meant spending the entire morning crawling around on all fours now that she had been designated the role of a fat sow! And Alisha certainly did feel overweight, even though her daily exercise regimen had helped her to shed every ounce of excess fat from her already well-toned body. No, the added heaviness was all down to her now grotesquely inflated breasts! She had always been a big girl in that department - and had once been rather proud of it - but in only a few days, her bust had grown out of all proportion, and although she had yet to see herself in a mirror, their sheer weight and bulk told her all she needed to know!

The worst of it was the constant aching as the pressure of her milk steadily built up inside them. She hadn't been milked for two days, and she was desperate for relief! To her dismay, her nipples - now approximately two inches long! - were constantly lactating which meant leaving two sticky trails as she crawled around her sty in the tedious circles that Mister Jacob had insisted upon.

Of course, Richard and Matthew had been in almost constant attendance during her latest tribulation, providing her with a running commentary of how ugly she looked as they had stretched her nostrils painfully open, and then inserted the black, penis-shaped butt-plug into her anus so deep that her bowels throbbed constantly, leaving only the humiliating little pig tail on show. Then came the final indignity - the demeaning black ears! Oddly, she had found this the worst part of all, particularly when the boys had taken dozens of photographs while they laughed helplessly at her plight.

With her mind in a thick fog, Alisha had dragged her aching breasts around and around, listening to the real pigs snorting next door, and hoping desperately that she wouldn't be forced to mix in with them later. Eventually, Mister Jacob had come along to inspect his sons' handiwork, and even though Alisha had tried her best to behave like a good sow, he had still viciously shocked her on the buttocks with his cattle prod as a punishment for not squealing happily on his arrival.

So now she squeaked and screeched until her throat began to hurt, whilst looking mournfully up at Annabel's former butler whose eyes twinkled with undisguised pleasure. She had no idea why Richard wanted her to make such a ridiculous noise other than add to her already excruciating embarrassment, but of course there was always going to be a fresh angle to their sick games.

"Sounds like our Miss Piggy is hungry," Richard said. "I think you'd better fill up her trough, Matthew."

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Being the junior sibling, it was Matthew's job to feed their human pig, and he eagerly went about his task, pouring the contents of a metal pail into her trough. His enthusiasm was clearly not born out of any desire to pacify her hunger because the white swill, mixed with half-rotted vegetables and other unidentifiable muck, looked decidedly inedible - even for the real swine next door!

Jacob must have noticed Alastair's look of distaste because he said, "There are plenty of nutrients in there and it won't make her ill, although the taste might make it difficult for her to keep down."

"But she is going to eat it all up like a good piggy," Richard added, "or she doesn't get milked today, do you, my fat porker?"

Alisha stopped oinking and glanced up at him, her cavernous nostrils flaring as the foul odor of her 'food' rose out of the trough.

"And that means now," said Jacob, with the cattle prod in hand, but Alisha, who had been staring in horror at the stinking mush, could only shake her head and emit a little whine through her closed lips.

The farmer didn't need a second invitation and a sharp crackle split the air as he leaned over and touched the live prod against Alisha's flank. Now she let out a most un-piglike squeal of agony, and her curly tail vibrated as her whole body convulsed in shock.

"Eat!" Jacob barked, and as Alisha wretchedly dipped her face into the unappetizing muck, Alastair again visualized her as before, sunbathing poolside at Pemberton Hall, her sunglasses perched on her head and a cocktail in her hand. She had always been a picture of elegance, her poise possibly only matched by Annabel's, but now, through a most unfortunate sequence of events, here she was, her cheeks bulging and her face covered with the revolting white slops, her unwashed naked body shining in the cool autumn breeze, thick patches of wiry black hair sprouting from under her arms, and of course those massive, pendulous breasts, so engorged with milk that her extended nipples were squashed into the dirt!

And instead of designer bikinis and sunglasses, her constant nudity was merely enhanced by the various degrading and uncomfortable accessories - ears, tail and snout, today - that Jacob and his sons forced her to wear. Alastair's eyes wandered over her prostrate form, from the pink soles of her feet up to her muscular thighs, and then to her round ass with the plastic coiled tail impudently emphasizing her lowly animal status, as Alisha gulped and swallowed, retched and burped, in her effort to empty the trough.

Beside him, the unusually taciturn Nash recorded the whole degrading spectacle on his camera, to what end Alastair could only guess other than to secure even more blackmail material, or perhaps he had another secret motive. It didn't matter. Whatever Nash was involved in didn't concern Alastair and he was happy in his ignorance as long as he got to watch snooty young women like Annabel and Alisha being subjected to disgusting and humiliating ordeals such as this one.

Incredibly, Alisha managed to empty the trough without puking, although with bits of vegetable skin and potato peel stuck to her white-coated face, she certainly looked quite a mess. As with all young women of her ilk, she most likely had a range of cosmetic cleansers and creams back in her city apartment, and never in her worst nightmare would she have once imagined that her soft, ebony skin would one day be plastered with food waste! Then again, considering the abject overall state she was in at the moment, what difference did a little decaying matter around her cheeks really make?

"Okay boys," Jacob said, "get her out of there and give her a dousing, then bring her into the shed."

Richard unhinged the gate, and Alisha hesitatingly crawled out of her enclosure. Down on her hands and knees, surrounded by fully-clothed white men, she suddenly looked extremely vulnerable, but there was no pity in Jacob's voice when he said to her, "The boys are going to squeeze some of that milk out of your tits. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Alisha craned her neck but only got as far as Jacob's knees. He tapped her on the top of her head with the uncharged shock-stick and said, "Up on your haunches like we've taught you, and say 'thank you'!"

Flinching at the contact, Alisha pushed back on her arms and rose unsteadily up into a crouching position. Now the full extent of the growth of her breasts was evident as they wobbled like giant balloons in front of her. Alastair's fascination now took on its familiar sexual dimension as his cock began to stiffen in his pants - her nipples, jutting out like black tent pegs, were absolutely awesome!

Richard patted him on the back, and said, "You could hang your hat on those babies, couldn't you? Wait until you see them spurting milk across the shed. She can shoot over five feet when she gets going!"

Behind her white mask of scum, Alisha's eyes glistened with shame at her young master's words, which indicated to Alastair that not only was Richard's claim true, but that she was also absolutely mortified at the prospect of himself and Nash witnessing such a titillating spectacle!

Jacob gave her another sharp rap on the crown of her head, and repeated his command, "Now say 'thank you', or you can go back into your pen without being milked, and without your medication!"

Alastair remembered being told that the suppositories were highly addictive, and clearly after a week they had taken their toll, because a look of panic flashed in Alisha's eyes, and then, quite engagingly, she began to squeal again.

Squatting beneath them, her pumped-up boobs shuddering, her tiny black piggy ears sticking above her head, and her little curly tail poking out of her rear end, her vocal exertions now triggered a violent hiccup attack, punctuating her oinking, much to the amusement of Richard and Matthew.

Eek! Hic! Week! Hic! Wick!

Alastair paused a moment to watch Alisha lead her white male entourage back towards the milking shed, her ass cheeks shivering nicely as she felt the toe of Richard's boot push up against her exposed cunt lips. It was all a very far cry from the air-conditioned, high rise law offices of Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon!

Chapter Nineteen

Under normal circumstances, Darius would have given his undivided attention to the spectacle of Jacob's two sons hosing down Alisha's naked body in the brisk, open air. Squatting on the flagstones with her head down and her ass up, her body shook as she gasped for air, and rivulets of icy water ran over her swollen breasts and then dripped off her protuberant nipples.

When he had first decided to entrap the young black law intern, he had been acting entirely alone, swept along by the heady rush that had accompanied his total domination of her high society friend, Annabel. Indeed, after attending Helen Parker's pool party a few weeks previously, his lewd imagination had run riot as he had lusted after not only Alisha, but the other three bikini-clad females in attendance too. His subsequent discovery of Annabel's 'blackmail' file on her laptop had opened up a veritable Pandora's Box of opportunity, and he hadn't hesitated to pounce when he had come across the incriminating photographs of Alisha.

But it seemed that his initial choice of victim had turned out to be, if not a mistake, then certainly an unnecessary complication. In his lecherous haste, he had neglected to undertake the background checks that the Fraternity usually required before procuring a new slave. Annabel had of course, been selected for him by his old acquaintance Sissy, who herself had once been a victim, and then subsequently a beneficiary, of this secret network whose tentacles extended into every part of society.