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THE POG FARM...........................................CHAPTER ONE
A STORY BY TOR MELATI
CHAPTER ONE
Jayne leaned against the rail that ran the length of her veranda and surveyed the magnificent estate that stretched into the distance. She could see the lush green paddocks and stable areas to the east, and on the other side of the lake, to the south, the laboratory complex. It was tea time so most of the staff would be in the mess hall that was attached to the living quarters further over to the west. The main entrance drive wound up through the woods past the living quarters, turning 90 degrees and finished in front of the mansion.
Jayne watched as a large box van wound its way up the drive and pulled in at the back of the laboratory complex. The precious cargo that it contained would soon be unloaded and checked into the reception area. Jayne turned and began to make her way towards the stairs so that she could begin her journey to inspect the new arrivals. She paused at one of the doors in the entrance hall and called one of her assistants ‘Mary! Come with me!’ .
A slim figure appeared at the doorway and made a full curtsy. About 5 ft 6 inches tall, the slim diminutive figure quickly fell in behind her mistress as she strode towards the front door. Jayne had noticed that Mary was a little flushed and flustered so assumed that she had interrupted some sort of forbidden activity.
Her 16 year old assistant was dressed in her regulation uniform which consisted of a tight fitting pink rubber dress and broad black leather belt. The dress had a very short flared skirt that swished around the top of her thighs as she glided along. The thick tight rubber bodice was moulded to fit her perfectly formed pert breasts allowing her dark nipples to peak out from their display holes. Pretty lace trimmed the short puffy sleeves, high neck line and flared skirt. She wore no underwear beneath the skirt but a pair of matching rubber stockings covered her legs and thighs. Hold up bands kept the stockings in place finishing just below her smooth hairless pussy which remained just out of sight to the casual observer. A black leather riding crop swung at her hip from the belt around her tiny waist. Her outfit was completed with matching rubber gloves that finished at the elbows and finally a pair of pink glossy knee length boots which sported 4 inch stilettos. Although she had a choice of three transport girls, Jayne had deliberately called this girl as she had been impressed with her appearance and demeanour at the graduation meeting the previous week and was curious to see how she would perform her required task.
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Mary was a new trainee in the office and had been allocated transport and security duties for her first month. As yet Mistress Jayne had not seemed to notice her even though she had made several attempts to catch her eye. Mistress Jayne was by far the most attractive of the Generals at the Farm and Mary wanted desperately to impress her. Earlier in the day Mary had been sent down to one of the paddocks with a message for one of the trainers and had watched as one of the Pogs was being put through some training routines. Mary’s eyes were drawn to the beast’s enormous organ and his trainer seemed quite amused at how her attendance had excited his animal. Mary knew that she was supposed to return to the office without delay but she had lingered a few minutes whilst she chatted with the trainer. She was aware that the pog had a perfect view up her skirt from his low seated position so she casually moved her heals apart to pose in an open legged stance. Mary could see that the tight metal ring at the base of the animal’s organ was obviously causing the poor creature further discomfort. His balls bulged and she estimated that his thick throbbing penis, that was now pointing straight up at her, was at least 25cm long. The beast’s hungry eyes, just one meter away, never left Mary’s smooth, tight lipped pussy as she chatted to the attractive trainer. It was these memories that had been running through her head and caused her fingers to play with her now warm moist pussy lips just prior to her Mistress summoning her.
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Jayne stopped at the top front door step and waited for Mary to step beside her.
?Mary fetch your carriage!? she ordered.
The girl skipped down the steps and strode over to where a two seater cart waited. She jumped up, picked up the reigns, and guided the Pog to stop in front of the mistress. Mary scurried round and politely opened the low door and waited. Jayne stepped down the stone stairway and seated herself in the passenger seat.
?Take us down to the Laboratory? she said as Mary clambered back into the driver’s seat. The girl unfastened her crop and lashed it down on the rear cheek of the stationery Pog. The startled animal jumped forward and quickly fell into a trot. Jayne was quietly impressed by the firmness that this new girl had displayed and made a mental note to make some time for a closer inspection.
As the carriage trundled down the drive Jayne asked ?What were you doing when I called you Mary??
Mary had a small round face and her glossy black hair was tied into bunches with large pink satin bows. Her large brown, doll like eyes glanced up at her mistress and her tongue moistened her luscious full lips. She hesitated only a second. ?Mistress, I was day dreaming and my fingers wandered down to my pussy.? She answered truthfully.
Jayne looked down at the girls legs. Her knees were wide apart as she guided the carriage along the driveway but the soft material of her skirt had fallen between her legs just enough to hide her modesty.
?I see Mary. You know that you have committed a minor offence?? She asked
?Yes Mistress I am sorry. It won’t happen again.? Replied Mary quickly.
?OK Mary. Report to the duty Lieutenant when your shift ends and she will deal with you?. Before she could answer Jayne added ?Pull in at the front of the Laboratory?.
?Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I will report when I have stabled the animal?.
They covered the half mile quickly but there was a small delay as they caught up with a group of Bitch Puppies that were being exercised along the road. A Lieutenant had five young trainees on leads and Jayne noted that they were proving difficult to control. It was probably only about three weeks since they had been modified and it was just dawning on the little creatures that their lives had now changed forever. With their little bottoms bobbling about in the air her eyes were drawn to their rosy swollen pussies that glistened in the bright sunshine.
Mary also watched the group until they branched off to the rear of the building, then she was able to guide her Pog to the front door of the Laboratory and bring it to a stop. She scrambled out of her side and skipped round to open the small side door for her Mistress.
Jayne stepped down and turned to watch the small figure prepare the trap for its return journey. The young trainee slowly climbed up on the passenger side. Her short filmy skirt rode up as she bent forwards and Jayne was able to study Mary’s smooth, hairless milky bottom. For a couple of seconds, the girl paused as she lifted one leg up a step. Jayne was treated to the delectable sight of Mary’s tiny puckered anus and cute puffy sex lips. They were small and tight but in the bright sunshine she could see they glistened, a sure sign that the girl had been fiddling with herself! Jayne was surprised to note that the girls gold bar remained completely concealed within the soft delicate folds of her outer cunt lips. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she turned to enter the building as Mary had obviously been well trained to spread and display for her superiors at every opportunity. Jayne entered the reception area of the Laboratory and signalled to the young receptionist to open the security door.
Another trainee, Jenny, sat behind the long reception desk. She was dressed in an identical outfit to Mary’s and jumped up from her seat as her Mistress approached. She greeted Jayne and curtsied awkwardly in the limited space behind the desk. Jayne signalled to her and the girl released the latch that secured the Laboratory door. These young probationary trainees were started on the long road to goddess state with menial desk, transport and messenger jobs. It gave them a good grounding and experience of the Farm’s work ethic and if they succeeded in impressing the Council of Mistress’s then they would progress through the ranks.
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Mary had turned the carriage around and was on her way back to the Main House. She was angry that she had had to confess her indiscretion. Her mind went through the degrading punishments that she could be experiencing tonight. Mary lashed her crop down onto the Pogs buttocks taking care not to strike the poor creatures purple bollocks that bulged between his muscular thighs. The cart surged forward and with each blow a grunt escaped the animals muzzled jaw. At about half distance Mary had to slow the cart down to avoid another group of Bitch Puppies passing on their way to the kennels.
Mary watched the young animals pass and thanked her lucky stars that she had avoided their fate. She couldn’t help watching their vulnerable bottoms deliberately exposed to display their enlarged sex lips. She noticed one of the puppies look up in her direction and thought she recognized the pair of sad eyes within the animals mask. But she shook off the feeling and urged her Pog forward again to cover the short distance back to the house. Mary steered the carriage past the house and into the stabling yard.
After dismounting the carriage Mary examined her panting Pog. He was perspiring and extremely smelly and made her feel a little woozy. He was a large animal covered in short brown hair and before his transformation he would probably have stood over 6 feet tall. He now stood on his shortened limbs which were permanently encased in black rubber boots, the ends of which were moulded into realistic hoofs. These moulded limb extensions were regularly replaced at the medical centre.
The working Pogs were chosen from the failures at the battle stations and usually proved to be less virile. However, this one was well endowed and Mary noticed that as she examined his condition he was becoming erect. The blinkers on his head harness restricted his field of vision to a narrow area, but he was twisting his neck, as she walked around, so that he could see her nubile form. Mary felt a thrill at the power she held over these pathetic creatures and made sure that he caught glimpses of her pert bottom and sex as she bent down and swished around him. The number 745 was branded on each of his limbs enabling him to be easily recognized in a group.
It was nearly four o’clock , the time that her shift was scheduled to finish. This would be the first time that she would stable her Pog on her own. Mary hardly gave it a second thought though. She quickly connected two short hobbling chains to his front and rear hoofs and then detached his harness. The main metal bar which ran across at the back of his legs had eyes at each end which were fixed to the chassis of the cart and the Pogs main body harness. The centre of this bar had a ring that opened and closed around the Pogs tight metal ring that permanently sat at the base of his penis and balls. Mary had to unfasten this ring and in doing so took the opportunity to feel the animals stiff member. It was rock hard and she found herself closing her fingers around his shaft. She squeezed, hard, and the animal moaned. The outer layer of skin moved backwards and revealed a huge plum coloured knob.
Mary was excited but withdrew her hand. After fixing a lead through his large metal nose ring, she led the hobbled animal slowly to the courtyard of the stables. The Pog sat back on his bottom whilst she first removed his head harness and then hosed him down. Satisfied with her efforts she led him into his stall and chained him up. A large bucket of food sat in one corner and she poured it into his trough. The animal was very docile and obedient and responded instantly to her commands, probably due to the wicked riding crop that she carried with her. It looked normal but at the flick of a switch on the handle, the tip could deliver a 5000 volt stun. Mary would have liked to linger a little as she was starting to have some more naughty thoughts, but she was aware of the order from Madam Jayne and she hastily finished her duties. She left him chomping away at the sticky slop and retraced her footsteps to the front door of the main building.
Mary was aware that her movements and behaviour were being closely monitored. There were numerous CCCT cameras around the farm and her superiors would continue for some time to study all of their new trainees. She was however fairly confident that there were plenty of areas that the cameras did not cover.
Forty 16 year old girls had graduated the previous week to the privileged section and Mary had finished near the top of the group. However this did not give her any advantage over the others as all the girls would rotate their duties over their first twelve months. She was so relieved that her future lay along this path rather than ending up as a Puppy or a farm hand, as indeed some of her closest friends had. Mary was resolved to prove herself worthy of this position and didn’t want to end up being modified of placed in one of the dairy or birthing farms. She was much too slight to have made the military section which had its attractions to a lot of the girls.
As she entered the building one of the lieutenants approached her from the other end of the hall. Mary stopped and demurely curtsied as the tall figure approached. Mary recognized her and greeted her respectfully. ?Good afternoon Madam Georgina I have been ordered by Mistress Jayne to report to the duty manager.? She kept her head down and held her pose, both hands holding the hem of her skirt out from her body.
?Ah Mary. I am the Duty Manager tonight. What have you been up to??
Mary thought quickly. Madam Georgina had a wicked reputation and she didn’t want one of her terrible punishments. ?I have just stabled my Pog Madam? She carefully replied. The tall figure, dressed in a tight black leather mini dress and knee length matching high heal boots, studied the bowing figure. She raised the crop that she held in her right hand and touched Mary under the chin lifting her head up so that she could gaze into her eyes.
?Good!? she replied ?What was your misdemeanour??
Mary gulped and hesitantly replied ?I was daydreaming Madam, when the Mistress called me.?
?I see girl. Get up and follow me.? She ordered. The tall lieutenant led Mary down the hall and into the Lieutenants Duty office. This was a large room where the Madams held discussions and informal meetings. This was a room that filled Mary with trepidation. The middle tier of Superior women carried out wicked punishments within these four walls and she had been warned about the dangers of upsetting the Lieutenants. There were usually one or two seated around the room but today it was empty with the exception of a bitch puppy curled up in a basket in one corner. As they entered the room the bitch jumped up and assumed the begging position.
Madam Georgina walked over to the tall cupboard and opened the double doors to reveal an assortment of punishment devices. She reached up and removed two metal bars that had leather cuffs attached at either end, and a head harness that Mary unfortunately recognized. ?get down girl so that I can fit the bars!? She commanded. Mary dropped to the floor and assumed the open knee stance that this equipment required.
Georgina crouched down behind her and placed the items between the girls spread legs. She buckled the first bar just above the Mary’s knees and the second one between her ankles. They were about 15 inches long and would cause her considerable discomfort and embarrassment as she went about her work. Now she picked up the head harness. Behind the leather front panel was a red ball gag which she forced into the girls gaping mouth. Buckles secured the harness at the back and on top of her head, and under her chin. Black rubber mittens were fastened over her hands thus disabling the use of her fingers.
?Now my little cunny!? She said ?This will be a new experience for you.? She added mysteriously. From a drawer in the cupboard she removed two more items. The first was a round polishing pad about 6 inches in diameter, which she proceeded to fasten onto the front of Mary’s head harness. ?Right little cunny? she goaded ?Forward you go and press that to the floor!? Now that Mary was bent right forward her bottom was pushed up into the air. Georgina studied the beautiful apparition before her. For such a slim girl, She thought, she has such a well rounded and full pair of cheeks. In the tight divide Mary’s tiny tight puckered anus waited for her attentions whilst below and between the girls spread legs was the most delightful pussy that Georgina had ever seen. Normally a girls pussy in this stretched position would be wide open revealing her Gold bar protecting her inner cunt lips and clit. There was a flash of gold along the girls valley but this girls pussy was so tight, her light pink outer lips just about concealed the secrets within. She had examined hundreds of trainees but never seen one as pure and exciting as this one. Somehow she had to find a way to adopt this girl into her group.
?Hold still!? she commanded. In her right hand Georgina held a stainless steel butt plug. It was about 6 inches long, tapering from nothing to about 2 inches in diameter. She dipped the end in a jar of cream and pushed it against the girl’s tiny anus. Mary let out a muffled cry. ?Hold Still I said!? she shouted as she tried to maintain the pressure whist the girl wiggled her bottom.
Mary, with her face pushed to the floor began to panic. This was the first time that her body had been invaded. At school she had had to endure severe corporal punishments and various humiliations but this was a new level of experience for her. She had been warned but of course the girls dismissed most of the rumours as scare stories. She had worn shorter spreader bars before and had had to carry out several cleaning sessions in the long corridors at the school, but now her new status was just beginning to dawn on her. At 16 and a so called privileged trainee, her role now, she realized, had become the play thing for her dominant Mistresses.
She gasped as she felt the object enter her bottom, and began screaming, despite her gag, as the pain increased to an unbelievable point, until suddenly she felt her anus close behind it. Tears of pain and relief rolled down her face and she could feel the invading object was held in position by a bar that ran up and down the crack of her arse.
?OK my little Cunny!? Georgina said ?Once I have armed this device you have to keep pressure on the floor and maintain a continual motion. If you fail on either count you will get the shock of your life up your arse. You have seen the effect of the crops on the Pogs, well this delivers a similar voltage charge and you will only have 120 seconds to recover before you are punished again! I know you understand and I hope that this little session teaches you not to day dream in the future. Now get polishing!?
A distraught Mary began to rub her polishing pad over the ceramic tile floor. She heard a loud click and a soft humming sensation begin to gently vibrate within her bottom. Her experience had taught her to pace herself and so she began to work methodically across the floor. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Madam Georgina seat herself on one of the sucking seats. The puppy promptly moved between her legs to carry out her duties, and Mary was treated to an open view of the bitch’s luscious swollen fanny lips.
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My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living out in the country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular school activities–it was off to school in the morning and back home right school was out. This schedule cut down on our opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or romantic relations...
This is my first story, I'd love your feedback, especially from females, and would love to hear what you got up to reading this.------------------------------When the announcement was made that the UK was being placed in lock-down, unlike most girls her age, Jess wasn't that bothered. She had a small group of friends but didn't socialise with them much in her free time, preferring to spend her time reading and studying; or more recently, revising.After weeks of rain, the first day of lock-down...
My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living out in the country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular school activities--it was off to school in the morning and back home right school was out. This schedule cut down on our opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or romantic relations with...
Hello, everyone, this is my first story and I hope you all enjoy it. Let me start with a notice. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead are purely coincidental. My name is aju and I’m 21 years old. This is the story of how I met with the rich aunty Shweta Menon and got to really enjoy her. She has worked in many movies mostly as a milf. The meaning of milf is a mom I’d love to fuck, and yes, I wish she was my mom and that I could fuck...
Hi I am Giree from Karnataka. I’m 18. When I came to know about ISSi thought to share my real story to all of u. It is a very true story. Right now i study 12th. Last year in vacations after my 11th, i visited my native place. Two of my uncles stay there. Both in the same house. A joint family. They both are farmers. We have 21 acres of farm. My smaller uncle had two children. One was small any and the another one was of my age. The other uncle had 4 children. All of them are married. A...
My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living out in the country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular school activities--it was off to school in the morning and back home right school was out. This schedule cut down on our opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or romantic relations with...
The Davis Farm Chapter 1 Soldier Boy by roccodadom44 [email protected] It sure wasnt what I expected, not at all. Having volunteered for the Union, out of Massachusetts, where I had been a seaman on coalers, I wanted to see the organized majestry of war, mid...
August 4, 1993 The ‘Dead Lands’ was a desert. The soil was rich, but the land was barren for the simple reason that there was no water. After a rain, the whole area blossomed with plants that grew quickly, flowered, wilted; and then disappeared under a harsh sun. Deep beneath the ground was an aquifer that could be tapped to turn the desert area into productive farm land. Unfortunately, how much water was actually available was still unknown, and Jade Force was made of the kind of people who...
"Your uncle and his family will be here soon Honey!" Your mom called to you. Finally! They were driving a caravan across a few states for a family friend. When they had delivered it they were going to stay with you and your mom on the old family farm for for the summer. They did not know for how long, but your uncle could afford flight tickets back. Though the house on the old family farm would be cramped, it would be nice to see them again, and get everything working. A tinge of shame filled...
IncestIt was late and we still had many miles to go. I was travelling with James, a gay friend of mine, and after landing a couple of days ago in El Paso, we had driven up through New Mexico, and now were heading to the area known as the Four Corners, where the four states of Arizona, Utah, Colorado and New Mexico meet. The reason for the trip was to look for some quite rare species of cactus plants, the collecting and cultivation of which were an unusual passion of mine. On field trips such as...
MatureGrandma Hazel had four siblings; all boys. She was the third child and the only female of the five children. Thomas was the oldest child followed by, George, then Grandma Hazel, later Earl and Walter, the youngest boy. Her brothers were very protective of her and chased off any boyfriend that didn’t meet the high standards they had set for her. Grandma Hazel worked the farm right alongside her brothers and was considered by most as being a tough, but beautiful girl. She could toss a bale of...
FEMDOM FARM ? 1, THE TRIAL ???????????????????????????????? FEMDOM FARM ? 1, THE TRIAL I knew I was in the shit as soon as I saw the bitch of a judge. She was one of those haughty ?Are you man enough?? whores, with flashing brown eyes, black hair that fell to her shoulders in glistening shafts, with a big, red mouth and a stunning ?Tit fuck? type figure. Oh, and she was black. And I could tell she didn?t like the look of little old white boy me, with my unfashionably long blonde hair...
As they made their way towards the centre of the village, Simon was walking along side Donald leading his horses. When they arrived, they were surprised that Felix’s body was still lying in the street. It was obvious that some animals had gnawed on it during the night. “Why hasn’t someone moved his body?” Donald enquired of the folk standing around. “It’s up to the relatives to deal with the body,” one of the men told him. “So what happens if there are no relatives? Is it just left in the...
Molly had celebrated her sixteenth birthday at a wild lesbian party on Valentine's Day; Rachael was three months older, but really submissive, always preferring to be tied up during childhood rough and tumble games.Sex Education in this Erotic Literature Fantasy Land is highly problematic for teachers and students alike. As the High School Human Biology Teacher, Ms Lizzy Jones has to ensure that only the sixteen-year-olds are allowed to talk about human reproduction and sexuality, promulgating...
College SexCHAPTER 1 Love lies waiting for everyone, er almost everyone and in the romance stakes Jeff Harrison was a marginal candidate and that’s being generous. Jeff was lanky with mousy hair, big ears that almost flapped and had earned him the nickname of Dumbo at school. He tried to hide his weak chin with stubble he kept trimmed to about three-quarters of an inch but he was nibble-brained and great at fixing things. He grew up unloved because his mother wished she’d birthed two daughters rather...
This is a purely fantasy storyEveryone knows that for some couples it is hard to get pregnant. When it is down to the guy having a low sperm count (or no sperm at all) then there are the sperm banks. However, these are very expensive and have a high failure rate. Also with the change in law in the UK a few years ago the donors of the sperm can no longer remain anonymous. An enterprising couple decided that they would provide a different service. They would keep the idea of selecting the best...
“Ok Grandpa, I can come down for the weekend. I’ve missed seeing you and Grandma. I have someone who I’d like you to meet.” I said as Grandpa was getting excited that I met someone. He knew my ex-boyfriend and knew he was nothing but trouble. “I sure hope he’s good to you.” Yes he is, in so many ways,” I reply. “We will be down by 4 in the afternoon on Friday, if that’s ok with you and Grandma?”My boyfriend Jimmy is thrilled to be going to visit with my grandparents, I talk about them all...
7. Cuckold Farm. They had been married for some years now, Joe a hard working tractor driver in his 40`s and at one time a keen sexual being, Pam his wife, mid 30`s and not quite so keen sexually, at least to start with, never starting anything sexual at all and only then because of her feelings of duty and not because of any joy in the act. Once started and warmed up though she would “go with the flow” and would “get into the zone” as some would say and could be adventurous in her repertoire,...
This happened a few years back. I had recently left the service. I was in the Navy, CB’s, and after 6 years, I finally left. I was only 25 at the time, and came back home, to Oklahoma. The town I am from was okay size, around 20 thousand people, so there was plenty to do there, but jobs were hard to come by. When I moved back, I stayed with my mom and younger sister, Julie. My sister was 21 and just finishing up college, and lucky for her, she could live at home while attending school. Our dad...
Kyle came out to his grandparents farm every summer. He always looked forward to it. He liked the change of scenery. He lived in the city with his folks and it was nice to get out in the country were everything was green and growing and you had some space. Another thing he looked forward to was hanging out with Jake. Jake’s parents had a place about half a mile down the road and he would come by in the afternoon when he got done working with his Dad. Kyle and Jake had been summertime friends...
Auction At The Farm----------We had just finished breakfast and were heading for the main barn office, when an entourage of black Suburbans followed by a sleek stretch limousine pulled into the parking area. Several sets of well-dressed men with dark glasses fairly well leapt out of the Suburbans and took positions around the limousine.My first impression was that the President or some other high government official had come for a visit. The men in dark glasses all had noticeable bulges, not in...
7. Cuckold Farm. They had been married for some years now, Joe a hard working tractor driver in his 40`s and at one time a keen sexual being, Pam his wife, mid 30`s and not quite so keen sexually, at least to start with, never starting anything sexual at all and only then because of her feelings of duty and not because of any joy in the act. Once started and warmed up though she would “go with the flow” and would “get into the zone” as some would say and could be adventurous in her...
A tongue in cheek look at what happens when sissies, along with those who love them, get together for a fun-filled evening. "Just Another Average Night On the Farm" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 - 2009 All Rights Reserved [email protected] Tonight was gonna be a special night as far as I was concerned. My plan was to help Laurie's mom get ready for her date and get her out of the house as quickly as possible. Once Evelyn was gone we'd have all evening for...
Excerpt Changing states at Sunnydale FarmBy lil-r-r-h She watched the door. Waiting. She was tied spread-eagle on a large bed that dominated the freshly decorated guest room.? Her hands and feet secured at the corners and there was a low power vibrator buzzing away frustratingly deep inside her, just not quite sufficient power to do anything other than aggravate her aroused body.? He?d spent the day pampering and exciting her; he?d kept her in a constant state of arousal and had denied her...
Chalk Down was the smallest farm in the Meon Valley. This was partly due to the ancient chalk quarry that bordered our top field, forming a natural barrier. They reckoned that it’s location would’ve been a site for ancient cave dwellers. The farm had been in Pa’s family for generations; he’d married Mam who’d lived in the village. Although Chalk Down was not big enough for grazing livestock it could accommodate a few horses alongside producing some grain and ground crops but local folk...
Basha Bagrowski came from a proud Polish Nebraska farm family. Her father and mother died in a car crash driving back from a night on the town in Omaha. She missed her father and mother. They used to sit on the front porch in the evening and her dad would play the accordion and sing Polish songs.She had to sell the farm. Basha could not do anything about it. She could not work the farm alone. Basha had sold all the animals and farm equipment. She sat on the front porch steps with her head in...
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