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The steel beam did not extend to the door however, and my chain pulled me up just short of the door. The windows were set high in the wall, and were heavily barred.

My supervisor visited me in the Barn. She gestured to me, to stop work. I immediately ran and knelt before her, the closest to her that my chain would let me.

I missed her! She had been strict, but decent. She had been kind to me. I respected her. She stood before me. I knelt naked, chained, at her feet.

I so wanted to touch her. But I dared not. She passed her hand though my hair. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time.

We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful.

The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now.

You must obey her as you would me. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor.

We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you!

Goodbye, dear Peter. My new supervisor was a heavy set blond. She dressed in black leather, and always carried a short, black single tail whip.

She liked to use it, hard, whenever she had the slightest reason. It hurt like hell! I disliked her immediately, and she disliked me. I spent all that winter in the barn, on my new chain, alongside the five other slaves who were already working there when I arrived.

The other slaves kept their eyes down and did not stop their work as my collar was fitted and padlocked. We were not allowed to talk to each other.

Each of us were naked, collared, and secured to the same steel beam, by an individual long, heavy chain. I saw that each of the other slaves also had an IRS number tattooed on his right buttock.

I guessed that they could not do that for me, since my Contract was only for 12 months. I certainly would not ask for any time extensions!

I would be so happy when my 12 months were up and I finally got out of here! We spent our days on manual labor, mostly threshing wheat, tying straw into bales, and similar work.

No thought or skill was needed, just brute strength. We worked naked. We were not allowed tools, so it all had to be done by pure manual labor, with our hands.

It was hard, mind-numbing, primitive work of absolute boredom. It probably could have been done by a machine, or by using modern tools, much faster and easier.

But the Ladies liked to use slave labor, and it clearly amused them to work us, chained, like animals. Our supervisor wrote our daily and weekly work quotas on a blackboard on the end wall each morning.

She then inspected us. She then made us kneel and kiss her boots as she stood before each of us, in turn. She enjoyed making us do that.

My first tentative kissing was rewarded with severe lash from her short whip. It was agony! I immediately kissed her shiny boot fervently, licking and kissing, kissing and licking.

She laughed, then passed on to the next slave. After that, I always kissed her boots very, very well. The whip bitch. That is what I started to call her.

The name fitted her perfectly. She was exactly that. A blond whip bitch. A vicious bitch, with a whip. With six chained male slaves to whip, just as much as she liked.

After we started work in the morning, the whip bitch mostly left us alone in the Barn. She looked in on us during the day, at unpredictable times, sometimes opening the Barn door, and sometimes using a small peephole in the door.

We never knew when we were being watched, so we felt we were being watched all the time. There was no need to supervise us more, since we were each on our chains.

If we were not working when she looked in on us, we would have extra strokes. No excuses were accepted or even allowed to be presented.

There was no real need to check that we were working. None of us would dare break a rule, and if we failed to complete our daily and weekly quotas we would have extra strokes.

We worked in silence, naked, on our chains, hour after endless hour. Speaking was forbidden. None of would risk getting caught talking.

Even if one of us had spoken, I suspect the others would have reported him to the whip bitch, in the hope of some reward.

Good luck to that! We were her chained male animals. We were all wonderful examples of men, physically. I felt strong and healthy.

The work and diet had made my body supremely vigorous and healthy. The Company had at least kept that promise to me. But I was not a man. Not a real man.

I was chained. I was a slave. A slave to the whip bitch. At about midday the whip bitch would bring us a bucket with assorted scraps.

She would dump the scraps in a stone depression, and our water in a trough beside it. We had to wait until she tapped us on the shoulder, and then we were each allowed to eat and drink in turn.

She enjoyed having six strong men completely under her control. And she had her favorites. She allowed her favorites to eat first, and get the best scraps.

I was always allowed to eat last. We had to drink from the trough like animals, and had to eat like animals, with our hands clasped behind our backs.

We were kept completely naked on our chains, like animals, and strictly allowed no articles or possessions.

After eating, she allowed us to rest for about 30 minutes, and also to relieve ourselves at open concrete lavatory stalls in the corner, then wash at the water trough.

She watched us as we did this. We were allowed no privacy. Apart from the mid day break, we were worked nonstop, from dawn to dusk. Raw materials for our work, corn and straw, and sometimes other root vegetables, were dumped in at one end of the barn by the field slaves, and our completed products were passed out the same way, through a hatch that was immediately relocked.

We had a preset quota of work to accomplish each week. We were punished if we were seen to stop work without permission.

And all of us got twenty extra strokes on Sunday, if we collectively failed to meet our weekly work quota. So we all worked very hard.

We were kept on our chains at all times, except when we were taken out in shackles on Sunday to stand in the pillories and receive our weekly strapping.

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Return to Book Page. Preview — Milk Slave by Ian Smith. Milk Slave by Ian Smith. On a desolate Scottish peninsula is a farm, hidden away, secure from prying eyes and on the farm, female slaves who are there for one purpose only, to provide human milk.

This is the story of one of the slaves, Janet, and her way of life in this diabolical place; the diet of liquids and vitamins which promote the milk flow, the pain as milking time draws close, the humiliat On a desolate Scottish peninsula is a farm, hidden away, secure from prying eyes and on the farm, female slaves who are there for one purpose only, to provide human milk.

This is the story of one of the slaves, Janet, and her way of life in this diabolical place; the diet of liquids and vitamins which promote the milk flow, the pain as milking time draws close, the humiliation of being used in such a way, the terrible punishments handed out to those who break the rules.

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Trying not to panic, she attempted to explore the rest of her extremely altered body. Reaching down past her garish tits, she felt her widened hips and fat padded thighs, once slim and coltish, now in ridiculous proportions and making her look like a broodmare waiting to be bred.

Shifting to her knees, she felt her once tiny, pert arse. She couldn't even cup one cheek with both hands. It was so big and plush, jiggling madly as she tried to contain it in her panicking grip.

Lastly, she felt between her legs, afraid of what was to be found. Ginny started dripping tears as she felt her once tiny, hairless pussy.

She felt a thick, bristly patch covering her femininity almost up to her abdomen. After fighting through the thick thatch, she encountered thick, meaty cunt lips dripping with arousal.

This reminded her of the heated need she felt upon rousing, causing her to dip her fingers into her sweltering honey pot, not finding any resistance and fitting almost her whole hand in her once pristine cunt while her opposite hand encountered her engorged three inch clit.

After coming a few times with her fist in her roomy pussy, she felt around for her arsehole. She was shocked to find her slit was a lot larger than it ought to be, having to reach her hand so far back she was struggling to find her anal star.

Upon finding a gaping drooling hole where her tight little bud used to be, she had a panic attack and screamed shrilly.

Looking around, Ginny spotted a handsome, slightly older looking Riddle casually leaning on the gate to her enclosure.

What did you do? You've ruined my body! However, she didn't get very far as he petrified her wandlessly, levitating her stiff form gently to the floor.

Stepping over to her body, he summoned an examination table, levitating her body onto it's cold surface and her legs into stirrups, strapping her down effectively and placing a ball gag between her altered plumped-up lips.

He then unpetrified her, gazing clinically at her new form. As he snapped on black examination gloves, Tom started palpating her breasts in an impersonal, cold manner as if he was assessing the utters on a milk cow he was contemplating purchasing.

Moaning around her gag, she unconsciously thrust her chest upward, trying to get him to fondle her more. He palpated her abdomen gently, feeling for any irregularities.

Tom then felt lower, applying pressure to her uterus and ovaries, ensuring everything was where it ought to be. He felt her thighs, examining for any discolorations.

Looking skeptically at her huge bush that effectively hid her enlarged gash, he exclaimed, " Oh no, this will never do.

It's worse than hiding it under a fig leaf! Her enlarged, matured cunt had been extended length and width by at least a few inches and elasticized even more, ensuring it's capability for extreme insertions and easier birth.

He firmly felt her thick, puffy labia majora, testing for thickness and blood flow. The outer lips of her vagina were greatly swollen and lengthened, the better to massage a needy prick.

Her labia minora were also swollen, protruding as far as her oversized outer lips would allow. Her mutated pussy looked like an overgrown fleshy flower, dripping thick nectar continuously.

Methodically spreading her fat lips, he inserted one finger at a time, testing the elasticity of the gaping orifice before him, after fitting four fingers easily, he slowly inserted his large gloved fist, thrusting it gently into her needy quim.

After she came around his fist a few times, he extracted his hand, replacing it with a farm grade equine speculum the length and thickness of his arm.

It entered her easily, spreading her to her limits with a circumference of about 15 inches. I think with the proper implementations we can feasibly make it inches," he informed her thoughtfully.

Removing the horse sized speculum from her slavering cunt, he scourgified it, placing it in her drooling rectum and spreading it.

It fit nicely with room to spare, however, as with the vagina it could definitely be improved on. Removing his gloves and scourgifying his hands, he made note of the data in his log.

She shot him a spiteful look, trying to convey the utmost hatred and loathing she felt to the best of her ability towards his handsome, youthful visage.

Unmindful and uncaring of her attempted show of rebellion, he stated, "While some of my followers preferred your prepubescent, childish body and took delight in deflowering your immature vagina and anus, for the purpose you are here for we needed you to be reproductively matured.

Therefore, we gave you a potion to ensure your reproductive cycle would begin and fertility treatments to ensure hyperovulation yet your body's age is still 11 as it will give us extra time for breeding purposes.

Also, your were underweight and undeveloped, so we've been giving you growth hormones and nutrient potions, allowing you to increase by at least 50 kg.

We need your body healthy and primed to ensure strong, healthy offspring. We also gave you extra growth hormones that have been utilized on dairy animals to ensure maximum lactation even before calving.

To supplement the lactation potions, we've been milking you once an hour everyday. We've been massaging your perineum, birth canal, and rectum with a specially formulated potion to increase elasticity and insertion capability and inserting dilators in your vagina and rectum.

For more aesthetic purposes we enhanced your lips, giving you DSL's as I'm told youngsters call them nowadays. We've also changed your physiology, ensuring that any semen or genetic material that touches your skin or is ingested can be assimilated and be used to create a fetus.

Any questions? I'm going to cut your mangy dick off…. She didn't know how long she fumed before she wearily passed out, but the sound of different voices woke her.

Ginny opened her eyes to an ugly sneer aimed at her by the bat of the Dungeons himself, that slimy snake Snape.

She glared at him as he drew even closer, objectively observing his hard work on her body. However, I see no reason not to proceed with implementing the next phase," Voldemort informed from her other side, looking her over curiously as if she was a science project.

He then proceeded to replace her ball gag with an O-ring gag, dumping at least ten more potions and brews down her wide open throat as she protested weakly.

Her brain began to fog as she writhed as much as she could on the table, moaning around the gag as she went into heat. One plus side of one of the potions was it severely decreased cognitive function, ensuring the recipient had the mentality of the breeding livestock she or he had become.

Ginny mindlessly arched on the table, attempting to gain the friction in her orifices she desperately required. She needed to be bred, right now. There were virile males around her, and she was sure she could scent more nearby.

Her pussy and arse felt so empty, she needed them filled Even more. Ginny struggled against her restraints, panting for release.

Seeing her compliance, Tom took her restraints off, transfiguring the table into a breeding bench and milking machine combination.

He placed her in the bench on all fours, attaching the cups to her severely engorged teats. So while I will not be expending myself in your spacious accommodations, I will be depositing my secretions in your lovely mouth," he stated as he slowly undid his trousers, showcasing a largish, attractive cock that he proceeded to shove through the O-ring and feed down her throat.

Tom began to pound away, causing her throat to massage his fine member as he had removed her gag reflex for this purpose. While he was enjoying his new acquisition, Severus was watching interestedly, making notes in the log.

As the Dark Lord came down her throat, and indicator ward on the door to the breeding pen glowed slightly, indicating his seed had taken in her womb.

Ginny was left being milked by the farm grade milker, coming around the dilators as she mindlessly enjoyed the life of a breeding cow.

But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain.

But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter. My new supervisor was a heavy set blond. She dressed in black leather, and always carried a short, black single tail whip.

She liked to use it, hard, whenever she had the slightest reason. It hurt like hell! I disliked her immediately, and she disliked me. I spent all that winter in the barn, on my new chain, alongside the five other slaves who were already working there when I arrived.

The other slaves kept their eyes down and did not stop their work as my collar was fitted and padlocked.

We were not allowed to talk to each other. Each of us were naked, collared, and secured to the same steel beam, by an individual long, heavy chain.

I saw that each of the other slaves also had an IRS number tattooed on his right buttock. I guessed that they could not do that for me, since my Contract was only for 12 months.

I certainly would not ask for any time extensions! I would be so happy when my 12 months were up and I finally got out of here!

We spent our days on manual labor, mostly threshing wheat, tying straw into bales, and similar work. No thought or skill was needed, just brute strength.

We worked naked. We were not allowed tools, so it all had to be done by pure manual labor, with our hands.

It was hard, mind-numbing, primitive work of absolute boredom. It probably could have been done by a machine, or by using modern tools, much faster and easier.

But the Ladies liked to use slave labor, and it clearly amused them to work us, chained, like animals. Our supervisor wrote our daily and weekly work quotas on a blackboard on the end wall each morning.

She then inspected us. She then made us kneel and kiss her boots as she stood before each of us, in turn. She enjoyed making us do that. My first tentative kissing was rewarded with severe lash from her short whip.

It was agony! I immediately kissed her shiny boot fervently, licking and kissing, kissing and licking. She laughed, then passed on to the next slave.

After that, I always kissed her boots very, very well. The whip bitch. That is what I started to call her. The name fitted her perfectly.

She was exactly that. A blond whip bitch. A vicious bitch, with a whip. With six chained male slaves to whip, just as much as she liked.

After we started work in the morning, the whip bitch mostly left us alone in the Barn. She looked in on us during the day, at unpredictable times, sometimes opening the Barn door, and sometimes using a small peephole in the door.

We never knew when we were being watched, so we felt we were being watched all the time. There was no need to supervise us more, since we were each on our chains.

If we were not working when she looked in on us, we would have extra strokes. No excuses were accepted or even allowed to be presented.

There was no real need to check that we were working. None of us would dare break a rule, and if we failed to complete our daily and weekly quotas we would have extra strokes.

We worked in silence, naked, on our chains, hour after endless hour. Speaking was forbidden. None of would risk getting caught talking.

Even if one of us had spoken, I suspect the others would have reported him to the whip bitch, in the hope of some reward.

Good luck to that! We were her chained male animals. We were all wonderful examples of men, physically. I felt strong and healthy.

The work and diet had made my body supremely vigorous and healthy. The Company had at least kept that promise to me.

But I was not a man. Not a real man. I was chained. I was a slave. A slave to the whip bitch. At about midday the whip bitch would bring us a bucket with assorted scraps.

She would dump the scraps in a stone depression, and our water in a trough beside it. We had to wait until she tapped us on the shoulder, and then we were each allowed to eat and drink in turn.

She enjoyed having six strong men completely under her control. And she had her favorites. She allowed her favorites to eat first, and get the best scraps.

I was always allowed to eat last. We had to drink from the trough like animals, and had to eat like animals, with our hands clasped behind our backs.

We were kept completely naked on our chains, like animals, and strictly allowed no articles or possessions. After eating, she allowed us to rest for about 30 minutes, and also to relieve ourselves at open concrete lavatory stalls in the corner, then wash at the water trough.

She watched us as we did this. We were allowed no privacy. Apart from the mid day break, we were worked nonstop, from dawn to dusk. Raw materials for our work, corn and straw, and sometimes other root vegetables, were dumped in at one end of the barn by the field slaves, and our completed products were passed out the same way, through a hatch that was immediately relocked.

We had a preset quota of work to accomplish each week. We were punished if we were seen to stop work without permission. And all of us got twenty extra strokes on Sunday, if we collectively failed to meet our weekly work quota.

So we all worked very hard. We were kept on our chains at all times, except when we were taken out in shackles on Sunday to stand in the pillories and receive our weekly strapping.

We were all very good slaves! We had no choice! Only rarely did one of us get more than 20 strokes. When we did, it was always due to back luck, not intentional disobedience.

One of us would occasionally have put down some work, to pick up another piece, and would be unlucky enough to have the whip bitch look in, at just that instant.

That unlucky man would get fifty strokes extra, for supposedly stopping work without permission. The weekly regular 20 strokes were unbearable, and to get an extra 50 was too awful to contemplate.

So none of us dared ever break any rule. We had all been powerful strong-willed men in our previous lives, but now we were each on a chain, and had all been turned into very good slaves.

Slaves of the whip bitch. I so hated the whip bitch. I wanted my old supervisor again! And I so wanted to get off my chain!

I would have done anything, anything at all, for any Lady who would unlock my collar! At nights, when the whip bitch had closed and locked the heavy Barn door for the night, and had turned the lights off, we were left to sleep on our chains, naked, as best we could.

So we each found separate places to sleep. I found a place at the far end of the barn, and huddled down in the straw, at the end of my chain.

It was warm, and quite comfortable, once I got used to the feel of the straw on my bare skin. Definitely better than sleeping out in the open, by the gate.

We never talked to each other. Talking was not allowed at any time, and none of us would take any risk of being punished. I thought about having sex with my guard almost all the time.

She was the only woman I ever saw, and she was very erotic, in her powerful way. But sex was impossible between us anyway, since we were each locked into our chastity devices.

My lack of masturbation meant that I was permanently horny, and my dreams were always full of sex.

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