by Anneke Jacob
‘Have you thought about a tail?’ he asked.
‘A tail!’ exclaimed Cerivar. ‘I knew something was missing! Of course! You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve only just gotten her milk going properly and I’ve been getting this all set up. Just a minute.’ He went off to the stable.
‘What do you think?’ Therin asked Garid quietly, his eyes sparkling. He was stroking the tense buttocks before him, fingering marks that looked a day or two old. ‘I wasn’t expecting the entertainment to be quite so – agricultural.’
‘Interesting. I’ve got my jeedy pretty far down to animal level, but this is a new approach.’
‘Would you do this with yours?’
‘No. Not interested in all this lactation. And I like her tits the way they are. But I can see the attraction.’ In fact his groin was throbbing. The woman’s cruel predicament was enchanting, and he found the wide open orifice surprisingly hard to resist. He hadn’t used his jeedy’s cunt in a while. Fortunately their host was a hospitable man.
Needing to distract himself, he carefully examined the square frame around the slave’s head. ‘Hmm.’
‘What?’
‘Just wondering if this bar is metal. Risky for her teeth.’ He felt the rod that parted her jaws and pressed her cheeks back. The color was the same as the metal, but there was some give.
‘Is it?’ Therin asked.
‘No, some kind of polymer.’
‘What a relief,’ Therin said, and ignored Garid’s narrowed look. ‘Better tell Cerivar you’ll check all her teeth, just in case.’
‘Malicious bugger.’
Cerivar came back with a horsetail on a greased dildo, and a bit of harness. ‘The tail I usually use attaches to her pony harness; I’ve found a butt plug slows her down. But that’s not likely to be a factor here,’ he smiled, then went behind Teats, who was wide-eyed and moaning again, and who tried fruitlessly to wriggle her rear end away from her master as he strapped the belt around her waist and pulled the two side straps up between her thighs and vulva. Her legs were too widely separated and too firmly strapped down for much wriggling. He slapped some lubricant on her anus and twirled the dildo in it. She clenched, able only momentarily to delay the advance of the big intruder. He pushed it in and slid it deep while she yelled and strained. Then he buckled the last strap firmly in the small of her back.
Garid watched with curiosity the slave’s crimson face during this process, tears dripping down to join the drops of saliva on the floor. Her milk still flowed to the pump’s rhythmic pulse, white washes through the transparent tubes. Therin had watched the process from the rear, and noted that her cunt was swelling visibly, wet and dusky-red between the straps.
‘How did you get her milk started?’ Garid asked.
‘Just a matter of feeding her hormones and pulsating the teats, but it took a while to research the proper balance for this species. Once the milk starts it keeps going, as long as you keep up the milking.’
‘How often do you milk her?’
‘Three times a day.’
‘You go through that three times a day? Is she always that uncooperative?’ Garid was a little scandalized at this degree of rebellion.
Cerivar laughed. ‘I like a bit of a fight, you know. She gave me some around the pony training, but I soon saw I wouldn’t win races that way, so I put a stop to it. She’s accepted being a pony now, but being a cow is new. Always takes her a while to adjust.’
‘A good whipping might help her adjust quicker.’
‘That might stop the milk flow. I’ll whip her in a few minutes when she’s empty.’
‘What do you do with the milk?’ Therin asked.
‘I’m doing some experiments on it; it looks like it may have some useful medicinal properties.’ He went on about this for a few minutes, losing them among the enzymes, and then turned to his manager, who was labeling the small canister. ‘Kolyrik, is she done?’
‘She’s been done for a couple of minutes, but you said you wanted her to have extra time to stimulate production.’
‘Good, well, that’s enough, I think. Take the cups off.’ Kolyrik slid a finger in along each teat to break the suction, removed the cups and walked away with the can. His employer took a single-tailed whip from a wall nearby, and took up a position behind quivering haunches.
Teats was snuffling and groaning around the bar in her mouth, and flexing her limbs as much as she was able. It was humid in the shed and her skin shone with sweat. Garid, increasingly warm also, shifted his shoulders to get some air under his shirt, and watched the woman’s muscles flex and quiver with tension.
Briskly, Cerivar began applying the whip to the damp rounded hindquarters that were bisected by tail and harness. He chatted with his guests as he inflicted the punishment, glancing at the helpless female in front of him just long enough to aim. Almost immobilized the slave yelled her pain and protest. Her haunches glistened, and tiny drops of sweat flew away from the lash. The ponytail churned several times as the whip caught the long hairs and flung them around.
Cerivar looked at Therin over the sweating, noisy female. ‘What do you think of that new sulky of Zleid’s?’
‘What, the one with the glide wheels? I don’t think it’ll have enough traction.’ Therin, entranced, watched the damp cheeks shudder under another hard blow.
‘I liked it,’ Cerivar said, applying a good undercut and talking over his slave’s howls. ‘On country tracks it practically floats.’ The next lash whistled down with a wet smack, sending the tail flying. ‘I tried it the other day; once you get used to the feel it’s very nice.’ He laid another blow down one quivering thigh.
‘On smooth professional tracks I think it’s hard to control,’ said Therin. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the noise.
Cerivar looked closely at his slave’s trembling thighs. ‘She needs to pee. Come on, girl, get on with it.’ He entered her vagina roughly with his fingers and pressed down on her bladder from the inside. She sobbed as a trickle of urine escaped her. Cerivar stepped back and gave her another hard crack across both cheeks, and she screamed and lost control of her bladder. The urine hissed down into the straw. Her face was a study in utter humiliation. Cerivar wiped her off, then gave her another stripe.
Kolyrik came down the shed, looking irritated. ‘The autofreight’s out of order again, sir. We’ve got to get it looked at.’
‘What, again? I thought I’d solved the problem.’ He lowered the whip. Teats was blubbering.
‘It’s a cable disrupt, I’m convinced, and that’s a day’s work for the repairman. I don’t have any extra men today, and I was going to get the marligers in. I’d rather not leave them any longer.
‘No,’ he said, turning to Garid and Therin. ‘It’s not a big crop, but it’s a nice lucrative one. It needs to go into storage as soon as it’s picked or it spoils. Normally the autofreight handles the transport.’ He cursed. ‘It’s at the far end, too.’
‘Can you get an aircar anywhere near?’ asked Therin.
‘Not close enough.’ Aircars couldn’t be landed in agricultural land; the backwash killed the soil.
‘What’s the autofreight?’ asked Garid.
‘Small bins on a track, basically, but it won’t run without the cable.’ Cerivar pondered, his eyes on the striped haunches before him. Then he brightened up. ‘Kolyrik, can you take the poles off the sulky and hitch this one to the bins?’
The manager looked hopeful. ‘That’s easy, sir. Nulir can do the picking, and I can take care of the storage at the other end. But how do we keep her moving?’
‘There’s a speedometer on the front car. Program it so it produces a light shock if she goes below, say, four kilometer an hour. Except at the end points.’
‘No problem, sir. Where do you want the contact?’
‘I’ll find the right kind of anal plug. Let us just finish with her here, and then we’ll harness her up.’ The man went off. Cerivar offered the striped hindquarters to his guests.
Garid flipped the horsetail over the woman’s back, out of the way. He fingered the swollen nipples as he slid his shaft into her. She was soft and hot, so wet that his cock made sucking noises as he thrust. Teats, so noisy under the whip, began a quiet gasping, her voice whispering around the obstruction. By the time he reached his climax she was breathing in an intense, staccato moan, spasms shaking her body. Therin took Garid’s place, and leaning over the small form, smacked her pendulous breasts from side to side as he stroked in and out of her. Then he straightened up, grabbed the horsetail, and twisted the dildo as far as he could each way. By the time he finished with her she had shuddered through so many spasms that she sagged in her restraints.
The men were discussing the costs of running the farm by the time Cerivar began releasing the bars and straps, holding Teats up against his side as he did so. Sure enough she collapsed into the straw. Therin wiped her down, including several hard swipes between the legs with a cold cloth that made her squeal but woke her up. Cerivar removed the ponytail dildo and strapped on her harness, then led her out by the bridle.
They stopped for a moment at the stable, then had a pleasant walk to the distant marliger orchard. Part of their route was along the pony track that Therin had admired so much from the air. The breeze was cool through the overhanging trees, flowering, some of them, in bright blues and yellows. The stream was playful, and the air was a complex of the clear scents of foliage, water, and the soft duff beneath their feet. Therin talked his host into an owners’ picnic, at least in principle, but couldn’t pin him down on a date. Garid asked about erosion and the amphibious species in the stream. The small female drawn along by the bridle trotted quickly to keep up with the big men, arms fastened in the small of her back, large breasts bobbling in their straps, nipple bells softly jingling.
At last they reached the marliger field. An elderly man was already there, moving slowly under a broad-brimmed hat that kept the sun off, gently removing the fruits from the diminutive trees. ‘These are ready to go,’ he told Cerivar. ‘Can’t wait no longer.’
‘All right, Nulir. Are the bins rigged up and on the track?’
‘Kolyrik’s on it. Almost done. I got the three bins full almost. I can put some in nets while the bins is elsewhere.’
They strolled across the corner of the orchard, and found Kolyrik just straightening up from the little autofreight bins. ‘Ah, there you are, sir. All ready except the shocker terminal. Thanks.’ He wired the plug to a thick cord coming from the front bin. This was a bit different from the other two, with a few dials and switches and a pair of shafts newly bolted on. The bins were about sixty centimeters high, on thin metal tracks that could be seen running along the edges of the fields toward the barn.
Cerivar examined the silvery metal cord lining one of the tracks. ‘Have you disconnected the cable? I don’t want it coming on unexpectedly.’
‘Yes, it’s out. The repairman’s booked for next week.’
‘Not till then?’
‘Soonest he could make it.’
‘Well, we’ll see if this’ll work out for the time being. Let’s hitch her up.’
They backed the woman between the shafts and fastened them to her harness at the hips. Cerivar took up the plug on its cord, and made his slave bend over at the waist. There was still plenty of lubrication visible from the previous butt plug. ‘Here, hold her bridle, would you?’ he asked Garid. Garid thought it was as well that he was holding the slave’s head, as otherwise she might have made the cars jump the track to escape the new plug. As it was she squirmed and bucked, attempted to jump and then tried to sink between the tracks with her ass down. She managed this even with her bridle in Garid’s grip and the autofreight cars attached behind. Cerivar laughed and smacked her, hauled her bottom up, shoved the plug in and fastened it to her harness, ignoring her outraged screams.
‘All right, you stupid animal, just for that.’ He held down a button on the front bin. Teats jumped and howled, shook her bottom and when he released the button, turned her head to look indignantly at her master. ‘That’s what you’ll get whenever you slow down. So you just keep yourself moving at a good fast walk, you hear me?’ Teats took a breath to scream again, but froze with her mouth wide as Cerivar’s hand moved back toward the button. She closed her teeth on the bit, dropped her head and nodded miserably. Garid could see her straining her ass helplessly around the plug.
Cerivar tied the reins back to the first bin, making Teats raise her head. By this time the little red fruits filled the bins completely, and Kolyrik could be seen walking back rapidly along the track toward the barn. The woman’s owner gave her a smack, and she leaned into the harness, the shafts drawing the three bins in her wake. The load wasn’t light, and her movements were restricted by all the straps and, of course, the butt plug. But she walked steadily into the distance, her blinkered head pulled back by the bridle. She couldn’t see well just in front of her, and she stumbled a little when the track curved around the corner of a field. The men watched her stiffen, yelp, and hurry the bins around the curve and out of sight.
They grinned at each other as they turned away. Cerivar invited them back to the house for a drink. ‘I’ll need to get some lab work done shortly, so I’ll have to leave you for a while,’ he said. ‘Stay and see how the marligers turn out.’ So by and by Garid and Therin strolled down without their host, cold drinks in hand, and watched Teats being unloaded, watered, and sent back again. She kept up an easy pace with the empty cars, but on the way back half an hour later, with the cars heaped high, she was clearly tiring.
‘Is she testing to see how slowly she can go, do you think?’ Therin asked, as they watched her steps begin to lag, a field away from the barn.
‘I think so, though she is tired,’ Garid said. ‘Any second now.’
Garid was right; the shock came a few seconds later. They saw her knees buckle and heard her little shriek. She picked up her pace, struggling to get the load to the safety zone of the barn. They followed her in and watched Kolyrik push a water tube past her bit. She gulped the water down and then sagged between the shafts as the manager began to unload the marligers.
Kolyrik looked up. ‘Mr Cerivar said you could use the female if you wanted, sirs. Now’s a good time, but if you wouldn’t mind being quick…?’ Therin happily released the woman from the shafts, and she sank to her knees, looking grateful for the respite. Therin took out her bit and used her mouth, controlling her head with the bridle straps. He pushed for her throat, keeping one eye on the unloading process, came when it was about half done, and gave place to Garid. But Garid was thinking of his own little jeedy in her cage, and how eager she would be to be let out, to kneel between his legs and suck him for as long as he wanted.
‘Do you use the woman yourself at all, Kolyrik?’ he asked.
‘Oh, sometimes, sir, when I’m not busy. I don’t much like the look of her, but it’s hard to see all this randiness going on without getting a rod up. My partner left half a year ago, and it’s a long way to town.’
‘Well then, let me unload that last bin for you, and you unload yourself.’
The man smiled, then looked doubtful. ‘You have to treat these gently or they bruise.’
‘I’ll be careful. Watch.’ Garid shifted some fruits with a delicate hand. Kolyrik, satisfied, made hasty and rough use of the woman’s mouth while Garid completed the unloading. Then Therin hitched her up again, and sent her on her way with the empty bins.
They thanked the manager, who thanked them also, and went by the house to look in on Cerivar. He was just finishing up in the lab, and they settled down for a last cold drink in the shade on his terrace, where they could see Teats when she returned.
They sat in contented silence for a while, and then Garid said, ‘I’m curious about something you said, Cerivar, that you like a bit of a fight.’
Cerivar’s eyes glinted. ‘Well, I always win, you know. I just get to conquer her over and over again.’
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sp; ‘Why do you think she fights if she never wins?’ asked Therin. ‘More punishment? I think Vizay likes to provoke me sometimes, but she’s subtler about it. Just a little slow to obey, a look in her eye, that sort of thing. She steps it up if I don’t punish her right away.’
‘My slave wouldn’t dare try that, not anymore,’ Garid said grimly. He told Cerivar about the escape attempt and the subsequent regime.
‘Teats has tried to get away a few times,’ Cerivar said. ‘Therin’s right, it’s just provocation. After all, where would she go? And she’s never hotter than after she’s been punished.’
‘There’s punishment and punishment,’ said Garid. He watched Teats in the distance, pulling her load toward the barn. ‘Or shall we say it’s on a continuum? Anywhere from a light sexy flogging that gets them hot and hardly hurts, through a hard whipping that punishes but makes them hot afterwards, to a really severe punishment that gives them no pleasure at all and gets something through to them that they need to learn.’
‘And all points in between, yes,’ said Cerivar. ‘I did have to use the last kind when she fought being a pony. I quite enjoyed her struggling, up to the point where it started losing me races. Cold water, lots of it, works every time. Five minutes under the hose and you wouldn’t know her.’
‘You have to draw the line somewhere,’ Therin agreed. ‘Mind you, Miseko had Vizay so well trained that I’ve hardly had to worry about it, once I made sure she knew who was boss. Miseko showed me her routines, and the rules he keeps her to; it was straightforward enough.’
