Warning: this story contains Mind-control, drugs, bestiality, gang bangs, nc-sex, etc.
author note: this story is a spinoff on the Nira African princess story 1 and 2. It also intrudes Ms. Mexicana and Donkey Dong from some of my older stories. It might help to understand the story if you read them first.
Hot times at the old farm. A Nira African princess spin-of.
Written by: The Pumping Pony.
Robert Ledger stopped to wipe the sweet off his forehead. He had been working hard for the last couple of weeks to get the farm in order. It had been in the family for generations. They had built it “Of the beaten path” for privacy far from any city at the time. That is also why it failed. As the only nearby town started to shrink as people moved to the big city. With no one wanting to buy the things the farm produced they soon lost the livestock. Robert had inherited what remained and was the only one left.
The farm looked like something from an old western movie, plain wood, a creaking weather vane on the roof, hand pumped well.
Electric lights, an old pick-up truck and a half decent internet connection was the only things that gave away that it was in the new millennium.
He had been looking for a buyer with no luck. But his big break had come from an unexpected place. He had made contact with a man in a bondage and power play chat-room with a connection to some company in agricultural engineering. They had been looking for a faraway farm were they could breed and raise some new kind of livestock.
The farm never had more than twenty heads of cattle and now he had to house over forty creatures. He had been honest and said as much. But they said it wouldn't be a problem. He had to sign a contract saying that he would keep the operation secret and he would have to turn over seventy five percent of the products produced for the first three years and if he didn't meet a certain quota he would forfit his farm and all its belongings. There was nothing of significant value on the farm. So he had taken the chance.
There would be two trucks coming, one with a cattle cart and one with milking equipment and other things. In the distance he saw a dust cloud steering on the road coming from town. He finished filling up the troth in the pasture with water as the trucks pulled up.
Robert opened the gate to the gate in the fens and one of the trucks started backing up to unload the cattle. It was covered with a tarp but he could hear noises of the animals inside moaning and groaning. Robert noticed that that the truck was too small to hold forty cows. He figured that more would come later, until the driver handed him a cargo manifest. They exchanged pleasantries, in a redneck to redneck way. Nodding their heads and silently grunting a “hi, how you doing”.
The driver started opening the unloading ramp and Robert read the manifest. It declared forty animals on the truck. There was a stack of numbers naming the animals that would correspond with a plastic tab pined to the ear of each animal. Another thing that confused him, there was no bull on the manifest. “How the hell am I going to breed them without a bull.” He mumbled to himself. As he did he saw the first animal walk down the ramp out of the corner of his eye.
It took him a moment to notice the woman. What had walked down the ramp was a naked, black woman with great curves in all the right places. She had a body like those amazon superheroines, smooth and firm. Robert had always liked the idea of the woman with a big butt, but the ones he had seen in real life was often flabby with cellulite making them look like an apple just about to go bad.
This woman’s huge ass was perfect, like two smooth dark chocolate pearls.
She looked around, looking confused and happy at the same time. As she turned Robert noticed her awesome tits, bigger than basketball's, they defied gravity like she wore an invisible push-up bra.
At first he thought she was a hitchhiker the driver picked up. But then he saw the yellow tab on her left ear. The black numbers matched the numbers on the manifest.
He lifted the corner of the tarp covering the back of the truck and looked in. Inside they were packed in like sardines in a can. Most of them were at etch others like horny teenagers. Kissing, fondling and groping etch other.
The driver slapped the side of the truck hard twice.
“Come on ladies, out.” he loudly said and the girls started walking out. Most were black. But there was a few Latinos and Asians there and one “Grade A” knock out blond.
Robert stood there slack jawed, visibly gaping his mouth.
“Don't forget to breath.” The driver said with a smile. Making the word breath sound like breed.
After milling around for a moment the women slowly started to gravitate toward Robert. Until they stood around him in a half circle. They were all looking at him like a group of teenage girls hoping a hot celebrity would come over and talk to them.
He stood there for a moment admiring there naked bodies, while the other truck started unloading boxes of equipment.
He decided to start going over the list.
“Ok, number BL,MKP3801?” Robert asked. He got no reply. But a black woman with some of the biggest tits among the women seemed to perk up at hearing the numbers and letters.
“Sound off when I call out your numbers. Ok?” he asked. But she only looked confused.
“Do you understand what I'm saying?” Robert asked, starting to think they might not speak English.
“They don't talk.” a voice came from behind and Robert turned around.
A woman who looked like she would fit in with the others if not for a reviling business dress, came walking toward him. She must have been riding with the equipment truck.
She looked familiar, he thought.
“You are that superheroine from Africa, Princess Nira, right? What the fuck are you doing here?” Robert asked. Now worried that this was some kind of superheroine feminist conspiracy to bust him. It seemed ludicrous to go through all of this to bust some redneck hick in the middle of nowhere.
“No. I'm better than her. I'm a clone, younger, tighter and programed to obey.” The clone said.
“Programed? Like a computer?” Robert asked incredulously.
“Yes. We are rapidly matured. Our body's grown in less than a year. Creating a functional mind isn't as easy. So we use this. She said turning around. Lifting her thick full hair, displaying a small black square on the back of her neck.
“What the heck is that?” Robert asked.
“It is called a nano-bot hub. It organizes a colony of tiny machines that enhance our bodies, and programs our brains.” she said turning back to him.
“How come you’re not more like them.” he asked.
“I was given the skills to help you get the breeding and milking program going.” she said.
“I think I can manage breeding and squeezing your tits on my own.” Robert said with a smirk and a leer.
“Your new benefactors expect you to deliver some high quality products. The milk cow sluts must be stimulated in one of two different ways, the milk we refine in to penis enlargement pills must come from a cow slut that has been kept at a heightened sexual frustration for as long as possible. They have an MKP making. The ones who are milked for the aphrodisiacs must be made to cum as much as possible. You can fuck them to your heart’s content. Then you have the slut to slut breeders, marked STS. We have the equipment to harvest the DNA from the ova from one slut and impregnate one of the STS cows. The point of them is to create better forms of cow sluts and sex toys. When they are pregnant you can have your way with them. Before that you can only have oral and anal with them. Don't worry we have set aside ten cow's for your personal use. They are marked PB. For personal breeder.” She said, brushing her hair aside. Displaying a yellow tab on her own hair, marked BL,PB 3800.
“So I can fuck you and breed you as much as I want?” Robert asked.
It felt like the zipper in his pants was about to burst open. He didn't give her time to answer. Grabbing her by the back of the head with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other. He pushed her face to his cock, were she did what came natural to her.
Her full red lips clamped tight around his cock, as she started sucking and bobbing her head back and forth fast and hard. Soon she was rewarded with a mouth full. As his cock erupted in her mouth. Without thinking she swallowed everything with a moan of joy.
She didn't stop. She continued until the stiffness returned to the cock.
He pushed her down on her hands and knees. Then walked around her and knelt behind her. Her skirt tore apart in one swift tug, revealing her amazing ass.Her cunt was wet, tight and willing. He fucked her fast and hard, one hand on her wide hips and the other gripping her hair. Pulling her back to meet his every thrust.
“I'm going to name you Lulu-Belle, after the cow who won first prize at the country fair last year. She had a wide rear too. And you will call me Great Master.” Robert said. His hips slapping her ass making a smacking sound. The sight of them fucking, sent the other cow sluts in to a sexual frenzy. Soon they were all on a heap licking and pawing at one and another.
Meanwhile east of the farm.
Abequa Boutella AKA “Milks Many Stallions” was peering over the hillside with a pair of binoculars.
She had the look of a Native-American with black hair and eyes. Her bronze skin was smooth and perfect, lightly gleaming in the rising sun. She was wearing dear skin cowboy boots and a pair of cut off jeans, cut so high they were practically a thong riding up on her firm well-toned ass. A brown dear skin west with fringes and tribal markings did little to cover her GG-cup sized fun bags. A white cowboy hat decorated with eagle feathers sat on her head.
She had been staking out the farm belonging to the pale skin known as Robert Ledger. She was of the Angpetu tribe. An ancient native-American tribe of amazon warriors. There was tribes of amazon warriors on all continents on the world. All working together on the war on evil. It had started with the African tribe. They had severed all communications with the sisterhood. They had continued driving out all kinds of organized crime from the region, as a new batch of amazons seemed to emerge in the silence. A batch that seemed to ignore the rising trade in sex slaves and all kinds of new found sex drugs. Then the silence spread to the hidden island of Ibitcha and the high counsel of the amazons. Then the rumors of amazon breeding farms started circling. One rumor was that one farm would be started near the Angpetu reservation.
Now Abequa and her sisters was staking out every place they might set up a breeding farm.
The white skin had definitely been fixing up the farm. She arched her back trying to get a better look at the changes to the farm and see if he was out yet working.
She wondered what it would be like at a breeding farm, getting breed and milked over and over. She heard that sometimes they would be breed with animals. They would line up all kinds of barnyard animals and have the gangbang her all day. And if she complained and asked to rest, she would get spanked with a riding crop, drip hot wax on her tits, by whatever evil fiend who ran it. She found herself breathing heavy and beads of sweat making its way down her cleavage.
That’s when she felt a hot moist breath on her ass, aimed at her crotch making her thighs tingle. She ignored it, but soon she felt a soft muzzle nudge her ass. She tried to ignore it, but only got nudged harder.
“Not now.” She said firmly.
The prodding stopped briefly. But soon she felt a long thick tongue working it's way past the thin jeans string trying to cover her pussy.
She started wiggling her ass to get away from the distracting assault on her ass. But soon she was grinding her ass back at the tongue.
Dropping her binoculars she started working her hips faster gyrating them as she felt her orgasm build.
The as she was on the threshold of what would have been a great orgasm, the tongue withdrew.
Leaving her all hot and fired up.
“You evil bastard. You did that on purpose.” She said hot anger on her breath.
Her horse Jolly Humper was standing there with what almost looked like a sheepish smile on his face.
He was a white and brown speckled stallion. He was standing sideways displaying a boner and balls that looked huge even on a full sized horse.
“You get back here and finish this.” She demanded, pointing to her ass.
Jolly Humper shock his head with a snort.
“We don't have time for this. I have to keep an eye on the farm.” she said, now with more of a pleading in her voice.
Jolly Humper relied with a quick snort and a twitch of his hips making his cock flap like a spring board.
She licked her lips at the sight of the hard member and pinched one of her nipples.
“Ok. But let's make it fast.” She said. Moving over to kneel beside him, she took his cock in one hand while reaching out to cup his balls with the others.
He was prancing in place with excitement, as she swallowed the head of his cock. Taking it deep down her throat, making her neck look twice as thick as the huge cock stretched her throat out.
She started working her fist along his cock, slow at first, then faster. When he got excited he started bucking his hips rapidly. Now she simply held still letting him fuck her throat. He was breathing hard, fucking her face pumping his cock all the way from her mouth all the way past her bellybutton.
He could feel that he was about to cum, then the tightness around his cock disappeared. At first he thought he just had pulled out to far, like when they were young.
But then he saw her casually walking away, swaying her fine her hips.
He snorted loud and stomped his hooves in frustration.
“Don't like that, do you? No fun when you get all worked up with no orgasm.” She said looking over her shoulder, slowly opening the fly of her jeans shorts.
Jolly Humper's eyes were on her like lasers, his hooves kicking the dirt.
“How about we finish together.” she said, slipping out of her shorts. As she walked over to a bolder she could bend over.
The spot showed evident signs that they had done this many times before. Dry cum on the ground, hoof marks on the ground on either side of her boot marks, and a huge crack in the rock that seemed to be the result of her hips getting slammed in to it as he plowed in to her from behind.
Jolly Humper mounted Abequa with a frustration fueled energy. Her cunt was wet, tight and hungry for his cock. But the cock slipped up her ass instead. Making her cry out like a girl having her cherry popped by a draft horse.
She hugged the sun warmed bolder tight, keeping her from sliding over it from Jolly Humpers powerful thrusts. She loved taking it hard from behind, it felt natural, primal and right. Arching her back she invited him to plunge the full depth of her body. His ball's slapped hard against her thighs.
They both came together in a hard earth shattering orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
She pulled on her jeans shorts and picked up her binoculars and returned to watching the farm again.
In the distance she could see a dust cloud that might be approaching the farm.
She tried to focus on the cloud when she felt a hot breath on her ass and a muzzle nudging at her crotch.
“Again? We have done it eight times today and the sun is barely above the horizon.” she said in mock surprise.
She felt Jolly Humper's thick tongue work it's way up her cunt.
“Ok. Just one more time. Then that's it for today, or at least this afternoon. And maybe once or twice after breakfast.” she said, knowing she would give in every time he wanted her.
Back at the farm.
Robert and Lulu-Belle had managed to herd the cow sluts in to the barn. They were setting up the equipment while Lulu-Belle was showing him how to work it. Robert had found an old dog collar and leash. He had chosen one of the black cow sluts as his bitch of the day. She would follow him on all four by his side wherever he walked. Now she was kneeling by his side, leaning and rubbing softly against his leg. She was constantly looking up at Roberts face, eagerly hoping she could find a way to please him. Robert made a mental note to go on the Internet and buy some cool bondage gear. Some studded leather collars, fluffy cuffs, ball-gags maybe a spanking paddle.
The milk cow sluts were standing in the old stalls. They were bent over, milking machines working there huge udders while other machines were working there pussy's. Half had a small but powerful vibrator strapped against their clit's which was controlled by a small computer which was connected to a series of sensors, which detected when they were close to orgasm. The machines would keep them agonizingly close to orgasm without letting them cum.
The other half of the milk cows were getting double pounded in the cunt and ass by pistoning machines with huge dildos on them.
Robert watched as Lulu-Belle was demonstrating the slut to slut breeding machine. Two cow sluts were placed face to face on a machine that looked like it had two saddles with a huge dildo on it. Like a tandem sybian.
He had paired the blond with the uber-jugs with a face that looked like Laura Vandervoort's and an Asian with amazing legs and a perfect firm ass and a face that looked like Xena Kai.
The machine was vibrating like it was getting ready to go into orbit. And by the look of the two sweaty sluts making out and fondling etch other, they were already there in an explosion of orgasms.
Robert was hoping that it would yield an Asian looking babe with the blonds huge milkers.
If that worked he might mix that offspring with a Latina to get a better ass and maybe some of those fine cheekbones.
Looking around at the cow sluts he managed to pull his eyes away from their huge udders to notice their faces. Most of them looked like one celebrity or another. They were not perfect copies, but he could see the likeness of movie stars, porn stars, models, superheroines. He wondered if there was a way of controlling the way they looked when there body's formed. He made a mental note to ask Lulu-Belle about it.
He was seeing all kinds of possibilities. He thought about asking his benefactors about getting some more blonds and latinos.
He watched the two on the breeding machine finish. If all had gone to plan, the Asian would be pregnant with genetic material of the white blond.
While he watched Lulu-Belle had collected a sample of the milk collected by the machines.
“Great Master, this is the milk that is used for the penis enlarger pill. It's most potent when it's fresh. Taste it.” Lulu-Bell said curtsying while holding out a huge glass with a thick white liquid in it.
Robert emptied the glass with a few big gulps.
Lulu-Belle made a face like a bomb might go of in her face. The whole glass would make a big dose, maybe an overdose.
Robert gave a painful groan and ripped open his pants. Every slut who saw his erect cock gasped. It was more than twice it's original size, with big throbbing veins along it.
His 'bitch of the day' clapped her hands and squealed in delight, her eyes bulging at the sight of the huge cock.
Robert needed a tight hole to shove his throbbing cock in to. A quick yank if the leash and the cow slut was on all fours.
He rammed his big white cock in her black ass up to the hilt. His sex dive was running amok, setting his blood on fire.
She was humping back meting his every thrust expertly. He slapped her ass hard giving her cheeks a light apple red glow. Making her yelp in pain and excitement.
The gathering tribe.
Abequa Boutella's eyes opened slowly, consciousness slowly returning. At first she thought she was in an earth quake as the whole world seemed to be shaking. She remembered she had been having sex with Jolly Humper and she must have passed out from an exceptionally powerful orgasm. Now he was living up to his name, humping her for all his worth.
He was either still fucking her or he had come back for a second turn, or fifth turn. Depending on how long she had been out. She started working her hips, gyrating slowly while her powerful pussy muscles squeezed hard on the huge cock. Jolly Humper always loved fucking his rider. But it was so much better when she was awake and willing. Not that he regretted the three cheap shots he had taken on her while she was laying there bent over the bolder limp and passed out.
But now that she was moving with him, he got excited and started fucking harder.
She started making mouth noises, he didn't quite understand what she was saying.
What “I should have you fixed, you horny devil.” meant, but he knew that accusing tone implied and he knew how to deal with it. She was pretending to be indignant, so he altered his angle of thrust.
She hissed something hot through clenched teeth and he angled further and quickened his tempo.
Then it was like she melted under him and she started moaning softly at first.
He had found the sweet spot and started attacking it fast and hard.
They came together both amazon and horse in a raptures harmony. Leaving them both short of breath and quivering.
Abequa felt guilty giving into her companions every whim. Indulging in amazing sex at the expense of duty.
On wobbly legs she returned to her lookout post. Peering through the binoculars she saw the farm. She gasped as she saw a large group of naked women standing there in the old animal pen. They could only be amazons, as only an amazon could move so gracefully with tits that cumbersome.
There was a mix of women a blond, Latinos, a few Asians. But most were black. It made her think of the stories of the old days when the pail skins would have African slaves working the farms.
She saw that he had finished fucking one of the black women right on the ground. The woman’s back was coated with multiple loads of cum.
By the look of things he had lost control at the sight of all the sexy women and simply ravaged the nearest few. He seemed to have had his fill for now. He and an amazon woman who was wearing a torn skirt started to move the other women in to the barn.
Abequa decided to talk to the tribe elders and bring along any sister stationed on the way.
She was about to get up and head of, when she heard a loud snort and felt a hot breath on her ass.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. As a familiar muzzle prodding her butt.
“No chance. We have a job to do.” She said. This time she was trying to mean what she said.
Hours later.
Abequa and Jolly Humper arrived at one of the sights were they thought a breeding farm might be placed.
It was an underground bunker that was sold off after the cold war ended, to a private buyer. Now it was most likely used for making of illegal moonshine and growing weed.
She looked where she expected to find her tribal sister, called Little Twig. She was one of the most petite of the sisters. She could still pass for a professional cheerleader. But next to one of her amazon sisters she looked girlish.
Abequa was slightly annoyed when she found the spot empty. She could hear faint sounds coming from the other side of a grove of trees, by the river.
Following the sound she soon came to the river and found Little Twig and her horse Thick Bastard.
She was laying on her back on the top of the steep sloping riverbank almost completely obscured by Thick Bastard who was mounting her. From behind one would only be able to see her feet sticking out on either side of Thick Bastards flanks.
The huge black horse would pull out his huge cock out slowly almost all, then slammed it in with the weight of his whole body. Little Twig making a pained grown every time he slammed in to her.
They were an unexpected pair.
All the amazon warriors of the Angpetu tribe was paired with a stallion when they came of age, in an age old ritual.
The young amazon warrior would drink a blend of peyote and a type of local Spanish fly called ‘heat in the night’. She would then be tied under the stallions belly with his cock in her cunt. The stallion would be given the milk from the largest tits in the tribe, sending him in a sex frenzy lasting all day.
If the stallion and amazon found a deeper spiritual bond they would be paired together. If not she would be tied under another stallion the next day. Over and over until she found the right one.
The bound would give the amazon a greater understanding and control of her stallion. Ether by having the horse submit in exchange for sex or a more equal partnership.
Thick Bastard was too cruel and strong willed to submit and he enjoyed brutalizing the women to be an equal partner.
Abequa had been tied under him when she came of age. She had asked to have him first thinking she was strong enough to dominate him.
She had been wrong, not only had she failed, now she was a little afraid of him. Not terrified, but frighten in an excited kind of way. His thick cock had almost split her in two and he had managed to keep her from cumming all day, driving her half insane. The tribe elders had let him brutalize her in order to humble her.
It had worked and when she had been tied to Jolly Humper and she had found her soul mate.
Little Twig, a few years later had come of age. The elders had been reluctant to tie her to Thick Bastard. Due to her delicate frame. But after she had been with every other stallion they had no choice.
The brute had almost fucked her to death and she had submitted to him.
It had been a controversy in the tribe, as no amazon had been submissive to her horse before. But it had worked. They had become an effective pair and able to do their duty. Although every once in a while they had to be separated in order to let Little Twig recover or she would let Thick Bastard fuck her to death.
She watched as the behemoth of a horse pounded the tiny amazon slut into the ground. Thick Bastard was famous for prolonging his sexual onslaught for hours.
Abequa dismounted Jolly Humper and walked up the riverbank, swaying her hips seductively. Walking close to Thick Bastard she let her hand slide along his flank. She stopped in front of him her back turned to him she arched her back, slapped her own ass, moaning a soft Oooh.
Thick Bastard snorted at the sight of her firm ass.
“Your fucking that slut hard, aren't you.” she said in soft girly voice.
Excited by what he saw he started fucking harder.
Abequa started rubbing her pussy, sliding two finger inside.
“Don't be so nice to that whore. Give her the fucking she deserves. Go ahead, pound that cunt. ” Abequa said, the heat rising in her tone.
Slipping of her jeans shorts she sat down on the ground facing Thick Bastard, legs spread wide. Giving him a perfect view of her wet pussy. The scent of which filled the air. Thick Bastard snorted loud filling his nostrils with the scent of her fresh pussy.
All thoughts of prolonging the ravaging of his little bitch leaving his mind. He got rougher with her but he would cum sooner. In the long run it would be easier on Little Twig.
Thick Bastard was panting hard in tempo with Abequa's heavy breathing. She worked her pussy faster, starting to give little squeals with every breath. Little Twig unable to do anything but lay there and take it like a rag-doll.
They all came together, Little Twig came as Thick Bastard pumped gallons of cum in her battered pussy and Abequa came spraying her pussy juice over Thick Bastards face.
Jolly Humper having stood by and watched was hard and frisky again. Abequa smiled and walked over to him.
Thick Bastard and Little Twig would both need time to recover. So she would have plenty of time to relive her partner’s hard throbbing distress.
“What are you looking at?” she asked. Teasing Jolly Humper, who snorted loud and nodded his head back in the direction of his hard cock.
She stroked his snout, smearing her pussy juice over his nose. He inhaled deeply and started licking her hand. Then he started nudging her back to his cock with his head. Legs strait she bent over and started sucking his cock. Giving him a good view of her ass in profile. While she was working Jolly Humpers cock down her throat Thick Bastard approached her from behind without her noticing before it was too late.
He mounted her from behind, using Jolly Humper's back to support his front legs.
A chill passed through her guts as she realized that she had left her ass open for attack from behind.
Thick Bastard's cock hit the mark, the blunt head pushing against her pussy. She could have moved aside making the huge cock miss but remembering her coming of age ceremony and how Thick Bastard had brutalized her. It made her scared of what he might do if she displeased him. She had been brave and teased him when she thought he would be too spent to fuck her.
She relaxed her pussy and invited his huge cock in. She screamed around Jolly Humper's cock, drooling spit as Thick Bastard stretched her wider then she had been stretched in a long time.
She scream was cut short when Thick Bastard hit bottom and kept pushing making her slide down on Jolly Humper's cock. Soon they were both in her so deep she expected the cock heads to meet in her middle.
It wasn't the first time she had been spit roasted by two horses. But it was newer a good sign when Thick Bastard got involved in a group activity. It usually meant someone would end up hospitalized.
And she was far from any medical aid.
Thick Bastard started slamming his cock in her cunt with slow deliberate thrusts, hammering her down on Jolly Humper's cock. Unable to breath she was trapped between the two horses and panic started to rise in her as she was starting to see stars in the corner of her eyes. She knew if he went on this way she would pass out and maybe die. After about ten minutes Thick Bastard started fucking faster.
She could see in the corner of her eye Little Twig standing by the side of Thick Bastard. Abequa knew she must be using her hands to stimulate his cock. Making him fuck faster.
After another twenty minutes of hard fucking she started fainting, her hands and feet were tingling.
Her vision started to fade and all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears. If she had been anything less than an full blooded amazon, she wouldn't have a chance.
Now she could feel the pressure of gallons of cum being blasted in her from both ends.
The cocks went soft and slid out of her as her belly flopped on to the ground. Jets of cum blasting from both ends.
Moments later she told what she had seen at the old farm and they headed off to the tribe settlement.
On the way they picked up others of their sisters. All was caught in the act, with their stallions.
Back at the farm.
Robert Ledger was sitting at his new computer. It was dedicated to his new breeding project. The hardware was dedicated to programing the Nano-bot hubs that controlled the slut cows. The software was easy to use. As he suspected there was a way to influence the forming of the new breed sex slaves. Genetic predisposition would always have an influence on the final outcome.
There was a collection of personality profiles that he could up load in to his livestock. They were named after the general description girlfriend, whore, porn star, rape victim, happy bimbo, dominatrix, submissive, etcetera.
There was a program for making new ones and a way to download others from the net. There was even a way to scan in pictures of and extrapolate a look to imprint on a new sex slave. The earlier it was done the better. The computer was also connected to the breeding equipment to catalog who was breeding with who to prevent inbreeding. Finally it was connected to the milking machines cataloging quality and quantity. This combined into a sex slave and breeder cow database.
He could also connect to the databases of other breeders. There wasn't many of them and he could only see roughly where in the world they were.
There was a warning message that popped up when he opened the program that warned him not to give away his exact location. As it could lead to a security breach.
There was a section that described the idea of the breeding program. It was on a message board marked the vision. It explained what they were trying to do. The idea was to create a surplus of super sexy women completely subservient to men. So every man in the world would have access to hundreds of women begging for sex. A world were a man can have any kind of woman he could want. Anywhere any time anyway. Never again would men have to put up with the irritations and imperfections of the mundane woman – the type of woman who wouldn't be happy serving in a harem of a thousand others.
This was something Robert really could get behind.
Looking through the databases, there was an abundance of black sex slaves and breeding cows. There was a chat forum with a bulletin board dedicated to the lack of white sex slaves. He entered a topic dedicated to breeding more of them.
He saw a nearby breeder who had posted an offer to send his blond to a breeder who could get her knocked up by another hot blond.
Robert posted a link to his Laura Vandervoort lookalike and brought up the other man’s blond sex slave. She looked like Charlize Theron and the database had her as an exceptionally healthy match for his blond.
According to the database he had named her The Charlize. Robert like the idea and started naming his livestock after the celebrities they looked like.
He was about half way through when a message popped up on the computer. It was the owner of The Charlize.
He called himself Master Dong and gave an offer to send him The Charlize so she could get knocked up with Robert's Laura DNA if Robert would also put a Laura’s DNA in his favorite Latina Ms. Mexicana.
There was a picture attached, that made Robert's cock stiffen. He looked for a database profile but found none. Master Dong said there was an omission in his database and he would fix it later.
Robert asked if they should meet in person. Master Dong said he had a traveler personality he could up load in his sex slaves. They would be able to travel on their own.
Robert told him the name of the nearest town and they decided on a time and date were he could pick them up.
Then Master Dong asked what kind of security he had on the farm and what plan he had if one of those superheroines would show up. Robert admitted that he had no plan. He emphasized that he was new at this.
Master Dong said he had breed a team of amazon/animal hybrids. Bull-men, horse men and so on and he had used the Nano-hubs to program them as well.
He said he would send along a prepped animal that had been given a dose of something called mixmaster and would be able to breed him a personal security team.
Robert looked at a large box in the corner marked Mixmaster type A. Ten thousand doses.
He wondered if he could get his hands on a local animal to breed a security force with.
Master Dong's farm.
Esmeralda Lopez aka Ms. Mexicana signed of the computer. She had been on the encrypted network trying to found out who was running the other farms where her sister amazons was being breed like they were animals.
She wanted to get to the heart of the organization who had infiltrated the hidden island of Ibitcha and the high counsel of the amazons.
But in the meantime she would go after the smaller operators.
She and her lover the talking donkey - Donkey Dong had managed to infiltrate this farm, by a stroke of luck.
They had been working a sex drug bust and one of the dealers had offered them some information in exchange for some leniency.
It had led them to a sex slave breeder by the name of Ron Williams who was desperate to find a blond amazon. Some makeup and a blond wig and they had the drop on him. Now he was standing by her side with a blank look in his eyes and a nano-hub in the back of his neck. It had been intended for her and had been reprogrammed to make him work for her now. They had shaved off the worst of the sex part of the sex slave side of the programing. But he still had effeminate way of talking.
She headed to the barn to find her lover and partner in crime fighting.
They were maintaining appearance of a running the breeding farm. So they wouldn't be locked out of the system. That meant keeping up with sex slave and milk delivery's. They debated unchipping the women. But Donkey Dong was quick to point out that without the nano-hubs the women would be unable to take care of themselves and they might as well use them.
The 'barn' was an old airplane hangar by an old abandoned airport. The owner had used the terminal as his harem and was where he kept his personal sex slaves. The hangar was where he kept the breeders and milk cow sluts.
The barn kept over a hundred and fifty cow sluts.
She found him in the back with about thirty of the black sluts line up standing on all four with their naked asses in the air.
The little talking donkey was mounting one of the women.
“You like that, don't you? You big ass whore. You gonna take my cum deep up in there.” He said mounting her big ass, pounding his huge cock in her horny, foaming cunt.
He was panting like a dog, humping her fast and hard. Making the black slut cum over and over.
Standing behind him was a Latina sex slave who looked a lot like Sofia Vergara. She was wearing a white slutty nurse outfit with a red cross on the weary short skirt.
She held a chrome steel tray with all kinds of pill bottles and tubes of lube.
Ms. Mexicana walked up to her lover. She smiled watching him pound that big slutty ass. She loved to make him happy and letting him have his way with some of the sluts made him weary happy.
Her smile quickly became a frown as she saw one of the items on the chrome steel tray.
“You are giving them Mixmaster? You are breeding them!” Ms. Mexicana accused, pointing back to the women who had his cum dripping out of them.
The Mixmaster drug enabling a woman to conceive outside their own species.
“But sex is so much better if my swimmers have something to aim for.” Dong said. Not slowing down as he fucked the slut slave.
“How many have you impregnated!“ Ms. Mexicana asked stomping her foot.
“Just a few.” Dong said defensively.
“Master Dong has honored twenty eight slut slaves with his bountiful seed, myself included.” The Sofia lookalike said.
“That blond better not be one of them. She has to pass muster tomorrow. I made contact with another breeder. I used her as bait. If he gives her a pregnancy test and she is knocked up he won't bring us to the farm.” She said her voice getting high pitched with frustration.
“Sofia babe, the blond. Did I...?” Dong asked looking back, raising an eyebrow.
“Not yet. She is s scheduled as number eighty three. Do you want to breed her now?” the Sofia lookalike said with a smile.
“NO! He's not going to impregnate her now or ever. Wait, number eighty three? You are planning to impregnate all of them with your mutant donkey sperm aren't you?” She said. Aghast at the suggestion. But the Sofia lookalike stood there waiting for Dongs reply. Ms. Mexicana had re-programed the amazon sluts to obey them both, her first then Dong.
But they always took his commands first. It was as if they were genetically ingrained to obey men before women. Even if he was another species. It was annoying but it made a kind of sense. Not that she would admit it to him.
“What about after we infiltrate the other farm. Can I put my bun in her oven then?” Donkey Dong asked. Giving her his winning smile.
“We are here to liberate this women not to become like the bastards who enslave them.” Ms. Mexicana said.
“Please.” Dong pleaded like a kid in a candy store. Making his eyes look big, blinking his eyelashes at her.
“I suppose we can use the other blond to infiltrate the next farm.” Ms. Mexicana said her stern facade melting at his clumsy charm.
She pulled up a chair and sat watching her lover breed the sex slaves. She rewrote the breeding scheduled putting the black sex slaves first and the rarer remaining Asians and Latinos last.
As they could be used to catch other breeders.
She slowly rubbed her pussy, watching Dong mount the sex slaves one by one. Between each mounting he drank the amazon breast milk from the Sofia lookalikes huge tits. Making his cock grow with every fuck.
The sight of his growing cock mad her pussy tingle until she couldn't take it anymore. She squeezed in between two of the sex slaves with her ass in the air.
Dong saw her and smiled. After he finished fucking another black sex slave he went to the Sofia lookalike and drank from her huge udder. But this time he gulped down as much as he could. He drank until she thought his cock was about to explode.
He mounted Ms. Mexicana with his painfully throbbing cock, ramming it in her hot wet pussy. She moaned in delight. His now thicker cock stretching her even wider than before.
Security upgrades at the farm.
Robert Ledger had taken Master Dong's warning about safety to heart. He didn't want to lose all these sexy babes who would do anything he wanted them to, it made him uneasy.
He had gone out on the breeder’s network and found a bulletin board about security. He had found all kinds of hints and tips. There was also a bunch of programs that he could up load in to a person with a nano-hub augmenting there body and mind.
He had picked one that was supposed to be copied from a woman working at the NSA and reworked to submit to her assigned breeding master.
Now he was laying on his back looking up at two black beach ball sized milkers bobbing up and down. The head above was a dead ringer for Beyoncé Knowles. The look in her eyes were even more distant than the average cow slut. A light trickle of drool came from the corner of her half open mouth.
A thin mini-USB cable ran from the nano-hub in the back of her head and over to the computer.
She was going to be his chef of security and he had already been on the Internet and ordered a slutty police uniform in latex.
Her mind was switched off as the program updated and reconfigured her brain. She was still capable of sex. As fucking was ingrained in to their whole being.
He glanced at the progress bar on the computer as he managed Beyoncé's fucking. Slowing her down. Keeping her from coming.
He wanted her new personality to emerge in mid orgasm. He thought it would cement his dominance over her.
He gave her two light slaps on her big firm ass. Making her ride her faster. He slapped her ass again much harder, making her ride his cock faster and harder. Her gasping breaths grew faster becoming quick yelping cries of ecstasy. Then her the progress bar read 100% and her eyes came to a focus. With a newfound clarity.
“Greetings master. I'm your new......OH GOD, OH GOD AAAAAHH!” she started saying but was cut short by uncontrolled orgasmic spasms.
“Don't stop and don't talk until I cum.” He commanded.
“Yes, master.” She said and Robert slapped her face hard for disobeying. She looked confused at first but then there was an excited sparkle in her eye. Getting disciplined made her gasp with a smile and started riding him faster.
“You can moan and squeal as mush as you want. But don't talk. Understand?” He asked baiting her to disobey.
She nodded her head and continued riding him, but now with a gyrating motion of her hips.
Her cock riding skills significantly improved with her brain working with the updated software.
He started fondling her huge jugs and lightly pinching her nipples, the extra stimulation was enough to send her in to a wave of multiple orgasms that had her shaking and moaning. Until he filled her cunt with his cum. She collapsed over him. His face buried between her colossal chocolate milk jugs.
“Thank you master. May I lick your cock clean?” she said still out of breath.
“Beg me for it.” he said and she did.
The circle of sisters.
The sun was low on the horizon when Abequa and Little Twig joined the circle of her sisters. They sat around the mounting altar with a crackling fire at the head of it. Thunder could be heard in the distance and the air felt heavy with rain waiting to happen.
The altar was used when a young amazon took her warriors name. She would lay on the altar and be mounted by every stallion in the tribe. So she could be anointed in there seed.
At the head of the circle sat the elder sister, by the name Mountains on her Chest. She was definitely a mature woman with the strong confident facial features and a single white streak in her raven black hair. Her skin still had the smooth skin of youth and gravity defying tits the size of space hoper's.
She was naked except for a feathered headdress and a few leather thongs holding talismans, an eagle’s claw, a bear tooth and other things.
She addressed the other amazon women in the circle.
“Milks many stallions has told us about the new women arriving at the farm belonging to the pale skin known as Robert Ledger. Our young sister says they can only be amazon's from afar. We know her eye to be blessed by the eagle and sees far and sharp. I have no doubt she speaks the truth. She have asked that we ride to war, ride to save the amazon slaves. That do you say sisters?” Mountains on her chest spoke with authority and conviction.
“They are not of our tribe. They are the white man’s slave because they are weak. We should leave to their fate.” one sister spoke.
“They are our amazon sisters we need to help them.” another spoke.
A lively debate erupted. It quickly heated up and threatened to erupt into a fight.
“Ask the bones.” someone suggested and the circle fell silent for a moment. Then others chimed in.
“Yes ask the bones.” others said.
“We will ask the bones.” Mountains on her chest said.
A mix of herbs was strewn on the fire. Abequa inhaled the smoke and felt her mind open to the universe.
Mountains on her chest opened a small leather pouch holding a dozen small engraved bones and threw them on the ground before the fire. They landed coinciding with a flash of lightning.
“It's the sign of the stallion who mounts the world. He will be conceived tonight.” Mountains on her chest said with a gasp.
It was the sign of the legend were a brave amazon warrior would be impregnated by the seed of a mighty stallion and birth the future ruler of all amazon's.
Every sister made a dash for the nearest stallion. Some fought etch others, others headed for the horse pens.
Abequa was momentary confused the smoke made her mind fuzzy and things hadn't gone the way she had thought. She had been sitting in the direct path of the smoke and inhaled more than the others.
She stood up on unsteady legs and stumbled forward. The sky was dark with a thick black cloud's hanging over them.
Something slammed in to her from behind and she landed awkwardly over the altar.
Behind her she could see Thick Bastard towering over her. She wanted to be with Jolly Humper. If she was going to carry the foal of a horse she wanted it to be his.
But she did her duty and parted her legs. His monstrously thick cock slammed in her with the power of a wrecking-ball. The sky was lit up by a blinding flash of lightning and her scream drowned in the rumble of thunder as Thick Bastards cock tore its way up her ass.
“Noooo, that’s the wrong hole.” she screamed.
Her head wasn't directly over the fire, but she was so close she could feel the heat and the smoke was like a thick fog around her. Every breath filled her with the hallucinogenic and she started seeing strange things. Her sisters and the horses they were fucking were melting together, forming a single entity until they were blasted a part in a radiant flash of rainbow orgasm. She could see the stallions shooting lightning bolts of cum in to the women’s wombs in vain.
Greedy cunts gobbling up the glorious sperm like pigs in the feeding troth only to spit it out again.
Looking up she saw Thick Bastard towering over her. Flames billowing from his eyes and nostrils.
She screamed in a mix of orgasm and fear.
Then she fainted. Having no woman to torment Thick Bastard finished quick and headed off to find another.
Abequa dreamed and in her dream she had a vision of the future. While her sisters stayed in the valley frolicking with their horses a shadow cowered the land.
It was the shadow of the pail skin Robert Ledger sitting on a huge gilded throne. An army of shackled amazons pulled it forward like a conquering emperor. He wielded an impossible long whip that struck her sisters. Forcing them in to submission.
She woke with a start. Rain pouring down, soaking her body. The orgy was still in full swing. Everywhere there was full bodied bronzed skin amazon women. Dripping wet in the pouring rain. Knelling in the mud sucking the cock of any horse or being mounted by one. Her mind was still buzzing from the herbs. But she was better able to distinguish between hallucinations and what was real.
She wanted to join in but remembering the vision she was filled with dread. She ran looking for Jolly Humper. She knew her sisters was lost in the heat of the moment. Unable to help her in saving the amazons in the breeding farms.
She found him with a young woman sprawled underneath him. A huge load of cum spilling out from her cunt. She thought she could still see the glimmering cum and the sparks of rainbow lightning shooting from his cock.
Jolly Humper saw her come running toward him. At first he was excited thinking that she was coming to him for sex. But he saw the serious look on her face.
She jumped on his back and they galloped away.
“Back to the farm, Jolly. Fast.” she said hugging his neck tight.
Patrol on the farm.
Master had named her The Beyoncé. She was now in charge of security of Masters’ farm. She was still masters’ obedient milk cow. But now her chest swelled with something more than milk. A heightened sense of pride, she was always proud to be masters’ milk cow. But she had been chosen for something more.
Rain was pouring down making her naked body dripping wet. But it wasn't the cold that made her nipples hard.
Inside master was upgrading two deputies. She could hear them squeal as master was exerting his dominance over them. She started walking around the farm planning a patrol rout. It was dark now but the upgrade had enhanced her senses. It was more a case of her mind getting more acute than her eyes and ears getting better.
She was listening to the noises of the farm. In the barn she could hear the breeding cows having uninhibited sex. The milk cows, half moaning in sexual frustration. As the machines they were hocked up to were driving them to the edge of orgasm. Then stopping in an endlessly increasing spiral of sexual frustration. The other half getting pounded by the machines to orgasms over and over.
In the house she could hear masters hand slapping the ass of the blond breeding cow he named The Laura.
She felt a mix of jealousy of The Laura getting spanked and happy over masters’ fortune.
She stopped listening hard to the east, a rumbling sound in the distance caught her attention.
She lay down on the muddy ground and put one ear to the soil.
It was hoof beats from an unshod horse and they was getting louder. The new information in her head spoke of a tribe of Native-American amazon's who rode unshod horses.
She raised her muddy body with a feral smile and headed of toward the sound. She was going to make master proud. She could see it in her mind as she presented him with a hog tied wild amazon slut.
She would bring her to him like a cat presenting her owner with a mouse.
She would kneel before him and he would pet her on the head and say she was a good girl. Maybe he would even let her suck his cock. Her heart was raising with excitement as she bounded away on powerful legs, snatching a rope hanging of a post.
Abequa thought she was nearing the farm. Her wet body was wet and slippery and slick against Jolly Humper. But he was steady and wouldn't let her fall.
Her mind was still a little foggy from the herbs. She still saw some strange lights flickering. And everything had a shimmering aura around them.
She could see the farm and realized she had ridden too close. She should have dismounted further back and made her way quietly to the farm.
But the rain was heavy and she hoped it would cover her approach.
Jolly Humper stopped as a woman stepped out in their path. She was naked and her wet body was shivering in the rain. Making her enormous tits jiggle. She was a black amazon cowered in mud.
She tried covering herself with her hand, making her look more vulnerable and frightened.
“Help. I escaped the farm. He is insane.” she said her voice quivering.
Abequa slid of Jolly Humper and ran to the woman with open arms.
They in braced each other, there huge jugs squishing together.
“It's OK. You are safe now.” Abequa said. Holding the other woman tight. Feeling her warm body against hers.
She was surprised when the other woman kissed her on the mouth. Long and hard, steeling the breath from her lungs.
The Beyoncé slipped four fingers up Abequa's pussy. While The Beyoncé's four fingers fucked her pussy, she used the thumb to rub Abequa's clitoris.
Needing to breathe Abequa tried to pull back but The Beyoncé wouldn't let her.
They feel top the ground and ended up roiling around in a rain puddle. There kiss remaining unbroken.
Abequa started coming. Unable to breathe every orgasm sapped her strength.
Abequa was confused by the black woman’s actions. She wanted to say it wasn't necessary. But the woman wouldn't let her breath.
She lay on her back in a rain puddle her legs spread wide giving the black woman's magical hands to her pussy.
Opening her eyes after a hard orgasm, she looked in to the other woman’s eyes. The look of the lost frightened woman was gone replaced with a burning predatory look.
Before she could put any thought in to it she was hit by an orgasm that had her seeing stars.
The Beyoncé worked the pussy of her prey expertly with all the skill she been programed with, reading the woman’s body responses and adjusting, seeking out the best way of making her cum. At first she was in to it. Helping The Beyoncé to make her cum. But as she didn't get any air, she started panicking.
At first she struggled hard. But she slowly grew weaker and finally she went limp.
Fetching the rope The Beyoncé hog tied her pray and hung her over the horses back. Then she grabbed the horse by the rains and led him to the farm. She was filthy and her hair was a mess but she walked with pride and excitement. Master was going to be happy with her.
Presenting her prize.
Robert Ledger smiled down at The Beyoncé. She was kneeling in front of him. The rain had subsided to a light drizzle. But her perfect black skin was still covered with beads of water. Her eyes glittered with joy as her master patted her on the head and said she had done a good job.
He walked around the horse and examined the woman who was tied up and hanging over its back.
She looked like a Native American with definitive amazon features.
He slapped her ass hard and squished it hard.
He walked back to The Beyoncé and held her under the chin.
“You have done weary well. How can I reward you?” He said. Smiling down on her.
“May I suck your cock, Master?” She exclaimed, clapping her hands in her uncontrolled excitement.
“Go ahead, babe.” he said.
The Beyoncé tor his pants open. Shoving his cock down her throat with no regard for her own comfort.
She face fucked herself slamming her nose repeatedly. Like a woodpecker hammering on wood.
Robert looked at the woman on the horse. She was starring daggers at him and The Beyoncé.
He started thinking about the safety of his farm. He knew he had to do something about it.
He looked at the woman and horse and saw opportunity.
The Beyoncé moaned louder than him when he came on her mouth. She was savoring the taste of his cum.
“I want you to go in to the barn and get a gallon of the slut cow milk and feed it to the horse. Then you bend the new slut over that box over there. I'm going to get the Mixmaster.” Robert said.
“Are you going to chip her with a nano-hub first?” The Beyoncé asked. Getting up on her feet.
“No, I want her to know what is happening to her first.” Robert said.
Abequa watched as the woman called The Beyoncé pour a milky white liquid in a bucket in front of Jolly humper, he started drinking it. The Beyoncé picked her up and slung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her over to an old wooden crate. Abequa struggle in vain against the woman and the rope. But still ended up bent over the crate.
Robert returned with a small syringe marked Mixmaster.
“This honey is called Mixmaster. Once I inject you with it you will be able to conceive with any animal. I'm going to use you and your horse there to breed a small private army. You are going to spend the rest of your life breeding for me.” Robert whispered in her ear. He stuck the needle in her big firm rear and pressed the plunger.
Jolly Humper finished the last of the milk in the bucket. His cock became painfully hard and his ball's felt like bursting.
Looking around the darkened farm the clouds parted letting the moon light through. Illuminating a familiar rear end.
She wasn't doing her usual teasing. Where she pretended to be disinterested in sex, while posturing provocatively.
He assumed she needed sex as bad as he did. The other two humans was very helpful aiding him in the mounting and the dark female guided his cock to the pussy.
She felt tighter than before, as her hot slippery cunt stretched around his now bigger cock.
Abequa felt the familiar wait of Jolly Humper mounting her. But the cock pushing in to her was huge. At first she thought she was still under the effect of the herbs in the fire and that she was still on the altar being mounted by Thick Bastard.
But the effects had started to where off. Whatever they had given him to make him super horny must have made his cock bigger, she thought.
All her coherent thoughts were soon shattered by the first hard orgasm. They instinctively fell into their familiar fuck rhythm.
With the bigger cock and added intensity brought on by the amazon milk, Abequa came harder than ever. Her whole body shuddered and she whaled until she was hoarse. Orgasms sparked like lightning in her mind.
As her mind whirled thinking about what her future and what was to come she remembered the circle of sisters and that Mountains on her chest had said.
About the legend of the sign of the stallion who mounts the world and he would be conceived tonight.
Here she was with her stallion plowing in to her and the drugs of the pale skin making her able to get knocked up by her horse. She smiled at the thought of the prophesy coming true.
Jolly Humper came, filling her womb with sperm. First inflating her belly like a balloon. Until she looked pregnant.
When Jolly Humper pulled out she quickly clenched her powerful pussy muscles shut. Trapping all the cum inside. Doing all she could to make the prophesy come true.
Robert stepped behind her. Slapped her ass hard, then he pushed his cock up her ass. Her amazon healing having restored her sphincter after the devastation of Thick Bastards and Roberts now huge cock made it a tight fit.
Abequa looked back over her shoulder at Robert and realized he was the instrument of prophesy. And if he was going to help her breed with her beloved Jolly Humper, she was going to be good to him.
Infiltrating the farm.
Ms. Mexicana sat behind the wheel of a plain white van. She was wearing one of the outfits that the former owner of the breeding farm they previously infiltrated. It was a slutty librarian outfit. She had chosen it as it was the most dignified outfit she could get away with, although the skirt did little to cover her ass all the way down.
On the seat next to her sat The Charlize sex slave. She was in a hot pink and purple cheerleader's outfit that said 'Cum dumpster' were the school or team logo would have been.
She sat with the kind of proud posture and absent look in her eyes one would see in dogs that was a little to thoroughly breed.
Their huge milkers jiggled in tandem with every bump in the road.
From the back of the van came a hammering sound. It was Donkey Dong kicking the side of the van.
“Come on Babe. I'm stiff as a board back here.” Donkey Dong whined for the hundredth time with a well-practiced desperation in his voice.
“I would be happy to have sex with Master.” The Charlize said. She was like a broken record. Replying the same way every time Dong complained.
“No way. We have to look fresh if we get examined by the other breeder.” Ms. Mexicana repeated.
“Just a quickie. I'll be real fast. My nuts are ready to burst back here. Come on it's been over three hours since I had some pussy.” Dong wailed.
“I would be happy to have sex with Master.” The Charlize repeated.
“NOOOOO. We are almost there.” Ms. Mexicana shouted. She was feeling a little guilty. Letting her lover go without sex for three hours was a failure as a good woman.
They rolled into town and stopped at the gas station. There was an old pickup truck parked at the side of the station in the shadow.
A black woman who had to be an amazon stood leaning against the side. She was wearing ill-fitting clothes that looked like her redneck big brothers hand me downs.
She was barefoot and in a pair of old ragged jeans cut of daisy duke style. A thin white t-shirt with ‘Keep on trucking’ written on it was straining to not rip apart having been stretched over her huge tits.
She used a cowboy hat to fan her face. The air was humid as the sun was quickly evaporating the rain from last night. Making her skin glisten with the sweat that made her t-shirt more or less transparent.
Ms. Mexicana pulled up next to the woman and rolled down a window.
“Do you serve Master Ledger?” Ms. Mexicana asked. Mimicking a subservient sex slave's smile.
“Blissfully and Obediently. I have been designated The Beyoncé. I'm the master security. Do you serve Master Dong.” The Beyoncé said, putting her hat back on and walking over to the van.
“His will is my everything. This is the blond, her designation is The Charlize. She is to breed with your master’s blond and his with ours. Thus adding to our master’s harem. We are eager to breed, will you lead the way. With your car.” Ms. Mexicana said.
“My glorious master as commanded that I also await for an express delivery here. As his harem is new he must acquire appropriate paraphernalia. Outfits, whips, handcuffs and dildos, so he can discipline our slutty asses, Hard.” she said. The word hard putting a dreamy haze over her eyes and a smoldering fire in her chest. For a moment her mind drifted off to a fantasy where she was standing bent over in public, her ass naked and master whipping her mercilessly with a huge bull-whip.
Every one cheering as master striped red her big black ass.
She was brought back to reality as she heard a clonking noise from the back of the van. Followed by a pained whimpering sound.
“It is the donkey my master sent to your master. So he could breed a hybrid security force.” Ms. Mexicana explained.
“It sounds like he is in pain.” The Beyoncé asked. As another pathetic noise came from back there.
“He is uninjured. His discomfort comes from a lack of sex. As the trip has taken over three hour's.” Ms. Mexicana explained.
The Beyoncé gasped in shock unable to believe her ears.
“You let a male go without sex. What kind of programing are you running in that brain of yours?” The Beyoncé accused.
“Master commanded that we present ourselves unsullied. And I run my masters own programing.” Ms. Mexicana defended.
The Beyoncé relaxed understanding. Obedience to the master was at the heart of all programing and the natural state of every woman.
“Unlock the back. He can have me.” The Beyoncé said. Walking to the back of the van, she unzipped her jeans.
Ms. Mexicana followed stepping out of the van and unlocked the back.
Donkey Dong was standing there like an excited dog wagging his tail. He opened his mouth about to talk.
But Ms. Mexicana quickly and discretely put a finger to her lips. Reminding him to play the part of the dumb animal.
The Beyoncé looked at the little shabby donkey unimpressed. He was no larger than a big dog and had a stupid grin on his face.
Then she saw the disproportionately huge cock and balls between his legs. Two faint tearing sounds could be heard as The Beyoncé stiffening nipples poked holes through the stretched t-shirt.
“Oh my, he will make an excellent breeder.” The Beyoncé said letting her jeans shorts fall.
“Do you want to go some were private?” Ms. Mexicana asked.
“No. Why?” The Beyoncé said. Kneeling on all fours right there on the street. Presenting her ass to the donkey.
Dong saw the magnificent ass. It was like two perfect scoops of chocolate ice cream with a tight honey pot in the middle.
Leaping straight from the van on to the woman’s ass, he rammed his cock into her with the weight of his whole body.
Her tight pussy stretched taking in the huge invader. Her wet cunt started making hungry slurping noises as Dong started humping her.
The Charlize stepped out of the van to watch. Unable to contain herself she sat down in the opening of the vans back door and started masturbating.
People walking by stopped to gawk, call them sluts or to take pictures.
The driver of the church-buss who was driving by couldn't take his eyes of the scene and hit the light pole on the other side of the street.
The children who was heading to Sunday school was soon crowding around them and was treated to a lesson in the birds and the bee's they would not soon forget.
“What are they doing?” “It's called a donkey show.” “Like where your sister works.” “She don't get paid. So it's ok.” could be heard from the crowd.
Until they chorused with a “WOW.” or an “EWWH.” when Dong came inside the woman. Flooding her cunt, making it spill on to the pavement like thick yogurt.
Dong wasn't done with the fine piece of ass he mounting. His cock quickly re-stiffening he positioned his cock against her butt-hole and rammed his cock balls deep.
Making The Beyoncé grown in pain and pleasure.
A woman in a nuns rob started ushering the kids away. Frowning and scowling at The Beyoncé and donkey.
Dong spent the better part of two hours screwing the hot babe. Until a delivery truck pulled up and delivered several boxes with outfits, dildos and other stuff.
Ms. Mexicana, Dong and The Charlize got in to the van. Following the pickup truck, they were on the way to the next breeding farm.
Robert Ledger sat on a short stool his legs spread wide so he could sit close to the old tub. The warm water was foaming with soap and shampoo. One of the milk cow sluts was standing on all four in the tub. He found that he liked washing them. It was like putting on an extra coat of wax on a new car.
The cow purred like a kitten as he soaped her down with his hands. Her purrs shifted to a soft moan as he rubbed her huge tits.
Another cow slut was on all four behind him. She was rubbing herself against him like a cat begging for a treat. He thought about having one of them suck his cock, when he could hear the pickup truck approach followed by another vehicle.
The cow slut gave a disappointed “AWH” when he got up leaving her in the tub.
Looking out he saw the two new women through the windscreen of the van they were driving.
He called for Lulu-Belle to come join him as he greeted the new comers.
He gave a silent whistle as he saw the blond in real life for the first time.
“Lulu-Belle, you and The Beyoncé take them to the breeding machine. Use the breeding schedule I put up. Starting with our Laura and The Charlize. Then bring her to my bedroom, I want to play with her.” Robert said picking up the boxes in the back of the pickup.
Ms. Mexicana walked, following the woman called Lulu-Belle after having let out Donkey Dong. Putting on her best mindless bimbo sex drown look on her face. Smiling on her way to the breeding room. The farm had a rustic charm to it. Just like she pictured an old farm should look. The inside of the barn had something other than common live stock in it.
It was packed with amazon women totally unaware of their potential. She thought about them taking charge of their lives. Donning the mantles as superheroines and heading out to change the world for the better. She knew there organic minds were more or less blanks, the key would be the Nano-hubs.
If she could reprogram them it would be a good start.
Inside the barn she saw the operation. Women standing naked inside the old cow stalls. Many of them strapped into some kind of machine, fucking them and/or milking. Most of them were black indicating that her suspicions that all of this started with the African amazon tribe. They all had a clean new look. There were no scars, calluses or marks from old tattoos that had been lasered off. These had perfect skin, soft and smooth. The barn was filled with the sound of women having sex. Some moaning softly, some cumming hard while some was begging to be allowed to cum.
In the back of the barn she could hear one coming harder than all the others. Walking past the stalls she could see a white and brown speckled stallion mounting the big ass of one of the black sex slaves. She seemed to be in a mixed state of ecstasy and exhaustion.
The animals’ huge cock was pumping her foaming cunt fast. Making slurping noises as it was greedily milking the huge invader.
Ms. Mexicana saw another woman standing next to the horse holding its rains. She wasn't like the other women. She was definitely an amazon, but she was different, more real. There was the tiny imperfections of a woman who had lived a life other than that of a sex slave. A straightness of the back that spoke of an earned confidence.
She was dressed like a modern Native American and the rest of her looked the part. She thought she remembered something about a native tribe of amazons in the area.
She wondered how she had ended up here.
“I thought your master didn't have a suitable animal for hybridization.” she said.
“She joined us recently.” Lulu-Belle said.
“Joined? You mean she was caught and chipped. Like the others.” Ms. Mexicana asked.
“Caught, Yes. Chipped, No. she is here willingly.” Lulu-Belle said smiling at the thought of her master’s joy.
“Joined. Why?” Ms. Mexicana asked. Shocked at the idea of an amazon submitting to a slaver like Robert.
“She saw the glory of the master, of course.” Lulu-Belle said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The Beyoncé walking a few steps behind listening to the women talk. There was something in what the latina slut said that made her 'spider sense' tingle. It was more the tone than the question.
“Will you excuse me? I have duties to do. Start the breeding without me.” The Beyoncé said and walked of.
Dong being ignored wondered off, playing the part of the dumb animal. He wanted to snoop around and find out what was going on on this farm.
Without really realizing it he followed The Beyoncé, transfixed by her swaying ass.
He watched her walk in to the house, but decided not to follow any further as it might give him away. Opening doors wasn't something dumb donkeys was famous for.
Instead he found two Asian cow sluts frolicking behind the barn.
They seemed uninterested at first. But when they saw the huge erection between his legs. They gave an elated squeal of joy. Dong bounded over to them and started sniffing them and licking them all over.
One rolled on her back spreading her legs. Dong started working her pussy with his long tongue.
The other took an immediate interest in Dongs cock and balls.
The Beyoncé sat down by her master’s computer. Using the picture she had been sent by the breeder called Master Dong she posted a message in the breeders chat room under the heading 'Bitch Alert'.
She opened a private chat to Master Dong and asked a few query's about the latina slave he sent.
She sat there waiting for a reply eyes fixed on the screen with the patience that had been programed in her.
She sat with a predatory stillness ready to pounce on her pray. A message icon started blinking in the corner indicating someone on the chat board had written back.
The message was short, but simple. “It looks like Ms. Mexicana.”
The Beyoncé typed in the name in a search engine and clicked on the result. She found a file describing the woman.
She was rated as a low level amazon heroine, who operated more as a private detective. More prone to snoop around Scooby Doo style than the traditional burst through the wall in tight spandex with the underwear on the outside, demanding your surrender. Like most superheroine's.
It made her unpredictable, which was the most dangerous part of her.
One of her tell tail signs was her partner and lover a talking donkey named Donkey Dong.
The Beyoncé felt her mind focus, turning single minded to her task of guarding the master’s harem.
It could be a coincidence, this Master Dong could have breed and augmented a sex slave to look like this Ms. Mexicana and pared her with a normal donkey.
She moved smooth and cat like, not rushing. But with her teeth on edge. She headed out on soft footsteps. She found the donkey outside. He was mounting one of the two Asian cow sluts she had passed on the way in. She approached him slowly from behind listening to him. At first all she heard was grunting and the cow slut orgasm. Then she thought she could hear murmured talking.
As the donkeys excitement grew he got louder.
Then she could hear it clear. “You take it bitch. You like it like that, don't you.” she could hear. Knowing that the cow sluts weren't programed to talk, she realized that it had to be him talking.
She wanted to jump on him, wrestle him to the ground and take him and his bitch. But knew there was a better way to handle this. If she tipped her hand now he might alert the super bitch and that was an unacceptable risk to her master and the grand breeding plan.
Ms. Mexicana watched the two blond sex slaves sitting face to face on the breeding machines. There full golden mains of hair lay matted with sweet and tangled around there body's. The humming of the machine started to build again. They hugged each other tighter pressing their huge tits together.
Robert Ledger was standing behind the machine and The Charlize. Making her lean forward on to The Laura, he was able to fuck The Charlize up the ass while she was on the breeding machine. While she was being breed with The Laura.
His rough hands gripped her hips tight as he pumped his huge cock between her big firm ass cheeks. He admired the perfectly smooth skin, light with a slightly golden shine.
He slammed in to her slow and hard. As much to dominate her as for the sex.
The breeding had been over for some time now. But he kept the machine running to keep them coming.
He pressed down on her hips forcing her clit to press against the vibrating saddle. He saw The Laura's orgasmic face over her shoulder. Dripping with sweet and set in a continuous cry of ecstasy.
He inhaled deep, filling his nostrils with the scent of horny woman.
He watched as The Beyoncé came sashaying in like the cat who eat the cannery. The donkey following her with a hazy faraway look in his eyes.
The Beyoncé walked up behind Ms. Mexicana and put her arms around her like a familiar lover would do and whispered in her ear.
“It's a sexy sight isn't it? Watching a master dominate his property. Taking her like a bitch. Breeding her for his own devices.” she said sliding her hands up and down her body. Rubbing her cunt and cupping her big tits. All the while patting her down for hidden weapons.
“Yes. We are truly blessed to serve a master.” Ms. Mexicana said. The words coming surprisingly easy. As her body started responding to the black woman’s touches.
The Beyoncé started nibbling on Ms. Mexicana's ear as she left one hand rub up to her neck.
She found the small square nano-hub all sex slaves had. But the skin felt wrong were it was siting.
More like latex rubber than the silky smooth skin of an amazon.
She found the edge were the fake skin met the real skin and pressed a new nano-hub there and felt the woman in her arms go stiff. As the nano-bots started working on her brain.
The last thing Ms. Mexicana heard as a free woman was Robert coming in The Charlize's ass.
Epilogue.
Mountains on her chest was awoke as someone outside her tent called out. Not bothering to get dressed she stepped outside. The crisp morning air making her big nipples harden.
The first rays of the sun was making their way over the horizon.
She saw a mounted figure riding toward the camp. She could see it was Abequa riding her Jolly Humper. It had been a long time since she had disappeared during the mating ritual.
Abequa rode up to her and dismounted awkwardly. Mountains on her chest gasped as she saw her huge belly. She lay a hand on the small U-shape protruding as the baby's hoof pushed against the skin.
“The prophesy is coming true.” she said. Putting her arms around Abequa. Hugging her tight.
“Yes and we will be a part of the great vision.” Abequa said as she pressed a small black square to the back of Mountains on her chest's neck.
“What vision are you talking ....... ” Mountains on her chest started to say. But was cut of as the swarm of nano-bots invaded her brain.
“Our male masters breeding plan.” Abequa whispered in her ear.
Abequa and Mountains on her chest spent the rest of the day inviting the women of the tribe in to the chief's tent. Showing them the master’s glory through the glorious nano-hub.
Robert Ledger was up at dawn, having appropriated the cow sluts from the breeding farm Ms. Mexicana had used to infiltrate his farm, and his harem had grown significantly.
He had sold four of cows to expand his farm and housing his new sluts.
He watched the early risers frolic and play in the paddock. Cow Esmeralda formally known as Ms. Mexicana was one of them. She wondered up to him and he patted her on the head. She responded by moaning softly and brushing her huge udders against him.
He slapped her big ass playfully. Then he made her bend over the fence around the paddock and she arched her back inviting his penetration.
Robert took a deep breath inhaling the cool moist morning air. Catching the smell of the farm, the grass and the near two hundred horny amazon sex slaves. Standing there in the open for all to see he pushed his huge cock in the cow slut’s pussy. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass joined the bird song and the buzzing insects. Soon it was followed by her excited cries of joy. Making the still sleeping sex slaves stir.
Eyes turned toward him, filled with admiration and sparkling with the eagerness please.
The end.