by Adrian Blue
The Fertile Farm
By
Adrian Blue
© Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Melanie frowned out the windshield at the fork in the road. She had been on the same gravel road for over half an hour. It was supposed to take her to the interstate, but she had seen nothing but farms. There was no sign of a major road. She sighed and looked both ways again.
Gravel as far as she could see. She turned left and followed the dirt lane over a small hill. The road leveled out, curving around a copse of trees and descending into a hollow. Melanie scanned her surroundings for any sign she was approaching the interstate, but there was nothing but mailboxes with peeling paint.
She was already so late for her meeting, she might as well go back home. There was no way the divorce lawyer would wait for her. Not when everything was already so cut and dried. Her husband was getting it all. They had no children, he had several mistresses, and he had the money to fight her in court. The small settlement he was granting her was probably already in her bank account.
Melanie sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. She lightly banged her forehead against the steering wheel, as she eyed her fuel gauge. Wandering around for hours had eaten up most of the fuel in her tank. If she did not find a station soon, she would be walking.
There had not been a single vehicle on the road for the past hour. It seemed crazy that no one would be driving around on a Saturday afternoon. Surely, farmers had to make trips into town occasionally. Where were all the people?
Just as she thought it a shape appeared over the hill in front of her. Melanie slowly raised her head as it came closer, staring in disbelief. Finally, a sign of life. She sat up straighter in her seat and rolled down her window.
The shiny, new pickup rolled to a stop beside her. The fading sunlight glinted off the bright red paint, but did not pierce the darkly tinted windows. Melanie frowned when the driver made no move to roll down their own window. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling at least one pair of eyes on her.
“Hello?” she called.
The truck window rolled down to reveal the driver, a grizzled, gray-haired man in overalls. He stared at her with narrowed eyes. His passenger leaned forward to squint at her. The younger man gave her a wide grin, minus a few teeth. Melanie felt the almost overwhelming urge to roll up her window and drive away.
“You need some help?” the younger man asked.
Melanie looked back and forth between his eager smile and the old man’s scowl. She slowly nodded her head.
“Where’s your man, girl?” the old man piped up.
Melanie blinked at him in confusion. “My man? I’m divorced.”
The two men looked at each other, communicating silently with their eyebrows. She was not sure what their issue was, but talking to them was starting to feel like a terrible idea. Melanie reached for her window controls. Before she could roll her window up, the old man fastened his gaze on her.
“You ain’t no virgin,” he said. “I doubt he’ll want you.”
Before Melanie could make sense of his odd comment, the young man pointed a gun at her.
“I think you’ll do,” he said. He pulled the trigger and she felt a sharp pain in her arm.
Melanie looked down at herself in shock. A small dart stuck out of her slim bicep. She fumbled for it, but she could already feel herself sliding sideways in her seat. The two men got out of their truck and came to stand by her window. As her body went numb, the old man reached through her window to unlock her door.
“Why?” she asked weakly.
“‘Cause the master needs breeders,” the young man told her, smiling widely.
He lifted her limp body from the car and carried her over to the truck. Once he had her laid out across the backseat, he carefully turned her head to face the back of the front seats.
“Can’t have you smotherin’ now,” he muttered.
His thoughtfulness only increased her fear. What were the lunatics going to do with her? And who was their master? She was unable to do more than lay there and breathe, as she listened to her car door close and one of the men drive away in her vehicle. The old man returned to the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Master ain’t gonna like that you’re used goods,” the old man mumbled. “Ain’t never brought him nothing but virgins before. He ain’t gonna be happy. Ain’t gonna be happy, at all.”
Melanie’s mouth opened and closed, as she tried to speak. Her mind raced with questions. It was quickly becoming obvious that the men were crazy. They had kidnapped her, stolen her car, and were taking her somewhere against her will. All their talk of virgins gave her a sick feeling in her stomach.
The old man made a u-turn on the road and headed back the way he had come. Melanie quickly lost track of the turns the truck made. Her heart pounded and her mind was spinning with unanswered questions. She tried to calm herself and think rationally. She had no hope of escape if she let her fear control her.
She had not seen any weapons other than the dart gun. If the numbness faded before the truck stopped, she could possibly overtake the old man and escape. The young man had the dart gun and he was in her car. It was just a matter of getting control of the truck and driving away.
Her plans stalled when the truck came to a gentle stop. She heard the sound of her car horn as the young man locked it. The old man looked over his shoulder at her, still scowling. She stared back at him helplessly. The back door opened and the young man leaned into her line of sight.
“She ain’t pure,” the old man said.
The young man grinned down at her. “She’s real pretty, though. Maybe the master will accept her, anyway.”
Melanie could not even tense up when the young man grabbed her under her arms and dragged her to the edge of the seat. He lifted her limp body and carried her across a lawn full of dead grass. Just past a rundown farmhouse, an old barn came into view. Melanie tried to struggle, but her body would not obey her.
The old man swung open a small side door and stepped to the side to let them pass. The young man carried her into the shadowed interior. For a moment, Melanie could see nothing. Little by little, her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the barn. Her eyes widened and a scream caught in her useless throat.
Chapter Two
Each of the stalls held a pregnant woman, but that was not the worst of it. As they lounged on soft blankets, milking machines were attached to their breasts. She could see the milk flowing down the tubes to disappear into the wall. Many of the women lay sprawled with their legs open, lazily fingering themselves. They gasped and moaned in their pleasure.
“Quite a sight, ain’t it?” the young man whispered in her ear.
Melanie’s cry of horror was trapped inside her mind. The young man carried her past all of the stalls to a large open space at the back of the barn. There, he lay her on a soft blanket facing some sort of strange wooden contraption. She stared at it in confusion.
“It’s a breeding stand, girl,” the old man piped up. He appeared in her line of sight just as the young man began to unlace her shoes.
Melanie fought her useless body, but she could not move so much as a finger to stop him. The young man stripped her quickly and efficiently. It was clinical, and he did not linger on her bra and panties. When she lay naked and vulnerable on the blanket, the old man walked over to the breeding stand to work open the leather restraints.
From where she lay, she could see the young man dumping her clothes into a large pile of clothes and shoes. She suddenly realized how bad the situation was. All of the women in the barn had been taken by the men and no one had ever found them. No one would ever come looking for her so far from the interstat
e.
“Alright, girl,” the old man said. He gestured toward the stand.
The young man walked back to her and lifted her around the waist. With the help of the old man, they lay her face down over the stand. A wide padded table supported her weight from just below her breasts to her hips. Her legs were spread wide and bound at the ankles with leather straps. It left her wide open and put her most vulnerable parts on display.
Melanie could do nothing but lay where they put her as the men circled her, securing her hips in place and wrapping leather cuffs around her slim wrists. Even without the effects of the dart, she doubted she could have moved. When they were pleased with the arrangement, the two men came around to stand in front of her. From how her head hung, she could only see their worn boots.
“Get her ready,” the old man grumbled. “If the master wants her, he ain’t gonna want to wait.”
The young man’s boots walked out of her line of sight. A few minutes later, she heard him walk up behind her. A finger slipped between her folds to smear something slick over her entrance. Melanie gasped. She tried to jerk away, but her limp body would not obey her. More of the slickness was spread over her entrance, before a finger began to press into her.
It slipped into her tight pussy easily. The finger spread the slickness deep inside her, before pulling back. A moment later, two slick fingers slid into her. Melanie stared wide eyed at the ground, as she realized it was starting to feel good. The gentle ministrations opened her up until she began to produce her own slickness.
A low burn of arousal began in her belly. Two fingers became three, easing into her tight body and massaging her inner walls.
“That’s enough of the pussy,” the old man said. “Open her ass, before the master arrives.”
The slick fingers slid out of her wet pussy to prod at her virgin back passage. As the first finger pressed into her, the effects of the dart faded enough for her to groan. The old man grabbed her chin and lifted her head enough to see her face. Melanie could not stop her eyelids from fluttering, as the finger slid in and out of her, spreading her own slickness.
When a second slick finger stretched her back entrance, her mouth fell open in a soft cry. The strange pleasure of it made her pussy throb. The fingers twisted inside her, spreading her virgin passage. Her pussy clenched and slickness dribbled out of her to trail down her thighs.
“Lookee there!” the young man hooted. “Her pussy’s hungry for it.”
The old man’s gaze left Melanie’s face and he scowled behind her. “You just do your job. You stick your cock in the master’s property and you ain’t gonna have it no more.”
The slick finger slid out of her twitching back passage. “Alright, alright. I ain’t gonna fuck her.”
Something cold and hard pressed against her stretched back passage. It slowly began to push into her, stretching her wider than the young man’s fingers. It grew wider with each inch, drawing weak gasps from her. The pleasurable burn of it made her pussy throb and gush slickness down her thighs.
When the thickest part of it had popped through her entrance, it tapered down and the end pressed to her sensitive opening. She suddenly realized what it was. A butt plug. She had seen them in novelty shops, but she had always been too shy to buy one. Her husband had never been the adventurous type.
As her back passage fluttered around the thick plastic of the plug, she realized she could wiggle her fingers. The old man looked down at her. His eyes tracked the movement of her hands and he gave her a narrowed eyed look of warning.
“Don’t get no ideas, girl.” He released her face and frowned when she was able to hold her own head up. “You ain’t no use to us if you don’t please the master.”
Melanie paled at the threat. She opened her mouth to test her voice, but the old man’s head jerked to look at something behind her. A worshipful smile curved his lips and he dropped to his knees. Melanie tried to look back over her shoulder, but she was bound too tightly. She could only listen.
Chapter Three
A slow, steady clomping approached. It sounded like a large horse, but off somehow. She only heard two hoof beats. The sound came around to her left and she turned her head to look. Her mind stalled as it struggled to make sense of what she was seeing.
There was a creature towering over her. Curved, black ram horns sprang from the sides of its head, a stark contrast to the vivid, blood red of its skin. Its body was muscular and completely naked, and its legs ended in two black hooves. From her place in the stand, she was at eye level with its terrifyingly huge cock. It was nearly the length and width of her forearm.
As its yellow eyes moved over her, she tried to discreetly tug at her bonds. She had a horrible feeling the creature was going to try to put its massive cock in her. As she looked up at the creature’s face, it began to smile, flashing wickedly sharp teeth. Its eyes met hers and it smiled wider.
Melanie’s heart pounded, as it turned to walk out of sight behind her. She thrashed in her bonds, straining to see what it was doing. She caught a glimpse of its head sinking down behind her a moment before pleasure exploded between her legs. She cried out as a hot tongue slipped into her tight pussy, plunging in and out of her slick body.
She threw her head back and moaned, straining to press back into the pleasure, but unable to move an inch. The creature’s tongue slid out of her fluttering pussy to caress her wet folds and lap at her throbbing clit. Melanie’s mouth fell open, as she panted for breath, her body starting to shake from the building pleasure.
Heat pooled between her legs, as her pussy dripped a steady stream of slickness down her thighs. The tongue flicked over and over her clit, drawing helpless whines from her lips. The pleasure built until she went rigid. Her pussy clenched hard and wetness gushed out of her, as she wailed through her climax.
She continued to shake, even after the tongue left her and huge hands settled on her waist. Melanie screamed at the first thrust of the creature’s cock. It spread her pussy wide around it, stretching and filling her in a way she had never imagined. Her inner muscles fluttered in a combination of pleasure and alarm.
The monstrous cock found all of her most sensitive spots and pressed into all of them at once. Melanie shivered in pleasure. The creature’s hands tightened on her hips and the thick cock slid out of her to thrust back in. She let out a gasped cry, her pussy clamping down on the invader.
The creature set a harsh rhythm. Its cock plunged in and out of her helpless body, rocking the breeding stand with the force of its thrusts. It punched sharp cries of pleasure from her, as it dominated her in a way no man ever had. She felt like it was taking her apart and remaking her into something new.
The wet sounds of her arousal filled the air with every smack of the creature’s hips against her ass. Her back passage clamped down on the thick plug with every thrust, adding another dimension to her ecstasy. Her body wound tighter and tighter, her pussy clinging to the creature’s cock.
Finally, it was too much. Melanie strained at her bonds, her entire body going tense as pleasure roared through her. A piercing scream ripped free from her lips and she came over and over. Wave after wave of ecstasy made her pussy and back passage ripple around the thickness filling them.
Melanie collapsed into the breeding stand, hanging her head in exhaustion. The huge cock thrust into her limp body twice more before heat flooded her. She moaned at the pleasure of it and her pussy fluttered weakly. The creature pulled out of her used body and the plug in her back entrance twisted.
She gasped and moaned, as the thick plastic slid out of her and the creature’s cock pressed to her back entrance. It immediately thrust into her virgin back passage. Melanie cried out as the tiny entrance stretched to accommodate the creature’s massive cock. She whined, as it plunged in and out of her.
Her sopping wet pussy clenched, the creature’s cum gushing out of her, as it took her roughly. It was a strange pleasurable burn, skirting the line between agony and ecstasy. Melanie could no
t stop the cries that fell from her lips, as the creature thrust its thick cock into her over and over. Her breathing hitched, as the pleasure rose in her again.
Melanie came with a scream. The creature stilled and flooded her back passage with its scalding hot cum. Melanie whimpered when it pulled out of her, her body already craving more. The creature’s hands left her hips to stroke her back, petting her like an obedient pet. She wanted to be angry about it, but her body felt heavy and warm with lingering pleasure.
The clomping of the creature’s hooves retreated. The moment the sound faded, the young man was in front of her. He lifted her head to make her look up at him and smiled widely.
“The master says you’re stayin’!”
Melanie twitched as a warm, wet cloth wiped at her thighs. She assumed it was the old man.
“We’ve got your stall all ready, girl,” the old man said. He sounded far happier with her than he had earlier. “The master says you’ll make a real good addition to his collection. He’s gonna breed you up real good.”
Melanie limply let the young man remove her from the breeding stand and carry her to a stall. Just as they said, there was a nest of soft blankets waiting for her. The young man set her down and she glanced at the stall on either side of her. The women looked back at her with faint smiles.
She was starting to get the feeling the women were not the prisoners she thought they were. Her suspicions were confirmed when the men left her alone and made no move to lock her stall. She stared at the open door, thinking of the freedom within her grasp. She could make a run for it once her legs stopped feeling like rubber.
Melanie reached down between her thighs to graze her fingers over her used entrances. They were sore and leaking cum, but even the touch of her fingers made her moan softly. She had never felt pleasure like the creature had given her. Never even dreamed it could exist. She was not sure she wanted to give it up so soon.
Maybe she would stay. At least for a while.