Excursion to Slave Girl Farm

Jenny knew that signing up for this field trip to the Slave Girls Farm was not a good idea and when her friend Mary, who had organized it and convinced all the girls to go, got upset and announced that she would not be attending class for several days, she almost backed out but decided to go.

The only reason Jenny had signed up for this field trip besides Mary's insistence was that the extra credits from attending this field trip in her senior year, coupled with her excellent grades, would be enough to earn her a scholarship that would allow her to go to college and avoid being classified as a slave girl.

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As soon as the small bus from the Brighton Girls' School I was attending and on which I was traveling with seven other students and our teacher Helen parked at the entrance to the Farm I quickly got off and lined up with the rest in front of the bus, a few minutes later I heard a horn and when I looked I saw the Cardiff Military Academy bus arriving, bringing what were to be our male classmates.

When I saw the young cadets get off one by one I could not help but let out a sigh of admiration at the perfect male specimens before me and blush a little with embarrassment, luckily all my companions had a similar reaction. I was still recovering from my embarrassment when I saw how the Farm manager arrived accompanied by half a dozen young naked slave girls.

'Welcome to the Slave Girls Farm, ladies and gentlemen, for the next four hours the boys will learn to behave like farm handlers and the girls will be treated as if they were real slaves girls, with the only exception that they cannot be fucked,' the manager was interrupted by the protests of the boys while I breathed a sigh of relief at his words, he smiled and continued speaking ignoring the protests, 'For that we have these six beautiful slave girls who will gladly obey all the orders of our new handlers,' the boys began to clap their hands and hurl obscenities at the slave girls and I could see how all my companions were as relieved as I was.

'Now we are going to perform the same process we do with any new slave girl that arrives at the farm, undress and you will be assigned to your handler,' without wasting time I began to undress looking to the sides and watching as my companions and the teacher did the same, none of us showed any modesty, since years ago the Female Slavery Laws were implemented for any girl of my age it was normal to find herself naked in front of her male companions.

Once I was naked I turned my gaze to the group of boys who were taking off their uniforms and putting on their handler suits consisting of riding boots and pants without a fly that allowed them to free their cock quickly to enjoy any slave girl, although what scared me the most was the whip they were given and hooked to their belt, While the boys were undressing I could observe in detail their bodies and I could not help but notice the cocks that at the sight of the naked female bodies were beginning to get hard, I was not a virgin but neither had too much sexual experience and I was sure that my pussy would have serious difficulties to accommodate any of those cocks.

When the boys finished dressing the manager took the floor again, 'Now we will begin to process the new slaves girls and we will assign them their function and their handler' he opened a box and showed us its content explaining its meaning, first he took out an object that we all knew well, 'This is the standard collar of any slave girl, the only thing is that it will be opened when you leave,' the next objects were the wrist and ankle restraints that like the collar were standard for all the slaves girls, when the manager took out the last object I felt a shiver and when I looked at some of my companions I discovered that the same thing was happening to them, 'This is the barcode engraver, but don't worry, the one we will put on you is temporary, all the slave girls in the farm must wear one,' at a signal from the manager the six slaves girls turned around to show some barcodes that looked the same but as we would later find out they had subtle differences.

'The barcode is the most important thing for a slave girl not only in the farm but in the whole world, it identifies the name of the slave girl, her owner, her time of slavery and her usage rates, in normal life you will be explained its meaning but in the farm it means that if you enter any building without a barcode you will be processed by the autonomous equipment without any restriction, if any overseer finds you without the barcodes you will become property of the farm without any restriction, although we will show you that later, yesterday we captured a girl trying to enter the farm, but now let's start the processing.'

The first girl to be called was Astrid, the captain of the track team, a beautiful mulatto with a firm and muscular body due to the hours of exercise, first they put her in the collar and the restraints and then something happened that had not been explained to us, the manager took out an identification card with Astrid's photo and name and put it on one of her breasts, piercing her nipple, Then one of the slave girls injected something in her arm, 'I forgot to explain this to you,' interrupted the manager, 'We injected you with a cocktail of contraceptives, it doesn't happen often, but there is always a margin of error and a handler get carried away and we don't want any consequences.'

Before marking her Astrid was assigned to the work fields and bent over the table, there the boy to whom she was assigned took the marking machine and leaned it against the lower back of the girl, Astrid's scream was terrifying and the girl fainted, ignoring her completely the manager ordered us to get a little closer to better observe the barcode. He ordered one of the slave girls to lean to his side to compare them, the first thing we could see was that the first bar of Astrid was red, and the next two were wider, finally the numbers they had were different.

The manager let us watch for a couple more minutes until he ordered us to move away and made the handler responsible for Astrid masturbate her until she woke him up. 'The red bar indicates that the barcode is temporary and the wide bars that she is a working slave girl, the numbers indicate the use that can be made of the slave girls, 1 oral, 2 vaginal, 3 anal, 4 full use, 5 whip use, 6 piercings, and so on.' The manager just spoke and ordered the boy to stop masturbating Astrid before bringing her to orgasm.

When Astrid stood up we could all observe her wet and excited pussy and her frustrated face for not having been able to reach orgasm.

Professor Helen raised her hand and asked the manager, 'You told us before that we could not be fucked or abused but Astrid has the 1 and the 5 tattooed on her.'

The manager smiled and replied to the teacher, 'The 5 is on all the barcodes, the whip can be used not only on any slave girl, also on any free woman, as a teacher you should know that, as for the 1 all working slaves girls are obliged to provide oral services to the overseer.'

The next to be processed was Connie, a bookworm barely 1.50 meters tall whom I had known for years and who surprised me when she undressed, I could never have said that under those wide, old-fashioned clothes and that hair up was a beauty with long dark hair and a body full of curves in the right places, Connie was sent to the pet store and assigned to a boy of more than 2 meters, although she did not faint when she was marked the manager ordered her to be masturbated to the brink of orgasm, when Connie got up and stood next to the assigned handler her image of the two of them together caused laughter among those present.

Next to be processed were Tina and Kate, two other members of the track team who were not as slender as Astrid but had equally desirable bodies. Both after being assigned to the Pony Girls Stables were branded and brought to the edge.

When it was Patrice's turn I knew where she was going to be assigned, on the trip here we had bet where each one would end up and we all agreed on Patrice's destination, blonde with long hair and huge tits she was the perfect prototype of Hucow, and indeed there she was assigned, what surprised us all was that Laura, a beautiful and freckled redhead whose tits were the same size as mine, was also assigned to the same workplace.

I was feeling more and more nervous, I had studied well all the aspects of the farm and I knew that there were only two jobs left to assign the rest whore and the brood mare, the first one went to Virginie, and although nervous about the job I had been given I couldn't help smiling like the rest of us, If anyone was suitable to spend four hours being fucked that was Virginie, who every Monday when we returned to class bragged about how many guys she had sucked or how many had fucked her pussy or her ass.

At Virginie's fear of being fucked by a bunch of men the manager intervened again, 'Easy girl, they will only use your mouth, although your pussy and ass will be plugged to keep you horny all the time.'

I seemed to notice that Virginie despite trying to look scared was very excited, and my feeling was confirmed minutes later when no sooner had the boy assigned to her inserted his fingers into her pussy than she burst into an intense orgasm.

The manager's gesture became serious as soon as Virginie cummed and I saw him signal to one of the slaves girls who immediately ran away, then he ordered her to get up, 'It is very clear that you are a horny slut, but cumming without permission is forbidden, if you were a real slave girl you would be severely punished, and I will think about your punishment before you leave, although for the moment this will suffice.'

As soon as the manager finished speaking we all watched as two of the slaves grabbed Virgiene and held her hands behind her back with their restraints, then the slave girl who had run away came back with a box which she handed to the manager.

When I saw the objects he took out of the box I think I turned pale, but I tried not to make any noise and watch what was happening, the first object in the box were some nipple clamps with weights that made Virginie scream and beg when the manager squeezed them on her nipples, followed by two huge dildos, one of 8 inches for her pussy and another of 5 for her ass, while they were introduced into her body she kept screaming although her body betrayed her with a new orgasm, finally they took out a gag that the manager adjusted in her mouth, leaving it wide open and then introduced a rubber plug of 4 inches that reached her throat before being blocked,

When everything was in place the manager pressed the button of a remote control and the two dildos began to vibrate inside Virginie, 'The next two hours you will reach orgasm after orgasm and then we will play with you again and if you cum again without permission I assure you that even if you are not a real slave girl it will be the last orgasm you will ever have'.

When I was waiting to be called, the manager looked at me and smiled, 'Our last slave girl and the teacher will be assigned to the Breeding Mare stalls, but as we can't have them tied up for four hours, we will do the fertility tests and then the assigned handler will take them to visit all the stalls so they can have a more complete view of the farm, the last hour will be spent in the breeding stalls being stimulated, and I will personally guide the group to be able to solve any doubts that may arise, the rest of the groups will also be accompanied by one or more of the farm overseers to help them in everything they need.'

They placed the collar and restraints and the nipple card on me and bent me over the table, first I heard Helen's scream as she was marked and then I saw how the manager modified the barcode, (something I strangely noticed), before resting it on my back. I had promised myself not to scream but as I noticed how the part that was in contact with my back began to heat up I couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

Without giving me time to recover from the sensation of the brand they put me on my feet leaving me anxiously waiting for the fingers of the handler assigned in my pussy, but quickly all the boys hooked a chain to the collar of their assigned slave girl and accompanied by a couple of overseers and slaves girls went to the different destinations of the farm, while I looked at my companions with a mixture of fear and excitement I could not see how the professor of the boys put his fingers in Helen's pussy making her moan with pleasure, hearing Helen's moan made me realize that I and my classmates until we turned 21 could only be enslaved for some crime or misdemeanor, but Helen who must have been about 25 could be enslaved right there, a tug on the leash brought me back to reality and I started walking towards one of the buildings.

As we walked towards a hospital looking building I walked behind Helen I couldn't help but notice her barcode and I stopped abruptly in my tracks trying to say something, before I could speak I received a whack on my chest from the Farm manager, 'Silence, slaves girls do not speak without permission, if you do a number will be added to your barcode.'

I wanted to talk and tell the teacher that in her bar code they had marked all the numbers from 1 to 4, but the threat of the manager persuaded me to do it, besides I soon forgot all that when I began to notice how my body was getting hot from the situation and my nipples were getting hard.

As soon as we entered the building and accessed a room I saw that it was like the gynecology floor of a hospital, with all the necessary apparatus to attend births and make inspections of the women, quickly several men in white gowns accompanied by naked slaves girls entered the room and fastened me and Helen to the examination couches, leaving us totally exposed for all to see.

'Normally this process takes several days and the slaves girls are subjected to several dozen tests, you will only receive the basic blood and fluid tests, fertility tests and compatibility tests,' explained the manager, 'For that we need you to cum, so let's get on with it guys.'

I tried to protest but one of the overseers who accompanied us held me and placed a ring gag in my mouth, a few seconds later I felt a hot breath on my pussy and a skillful tongue found my clitoris, what I missed the most is that despite the situation my pussy got wet right away, My body was trembling with pleasure and I couldn't control it, between mists I heard the manager's voice laughing, 'Calm down girls, you are not sluts that get wet at once, what we injected you with, apart from the contraceptives, contained a cocktail of aphrodisiacs that will keep you horny for the four hours you are here, although it will delay your orgasm a lot.'

After 15 minutes the assigned handlers had been unable to bring Helen and I to orgasm, then the manager ordered them to be replaced by two slaves girls , I instantly discovered the difference with the boy who had been masturbating me before, the slave girl focused much more on my clitoris with her tongue and added two fingers inside my pussy that brought me to orgasm in a couple of minutes, Helen still took more than five minutes to reach it.

While waiting for the results of the analysis I watched as the manager took out the code gun again and handed it to the professor who typed several keys, then Helen was turned around and the professor put the machine back on top of the barcode on the farm and pressed the button. Helen's scream reached the room and having just heard the screams of my classmates made me understand what had happened, she had been permanently marked.

The manager looked at me and shook his head confirming my suspicions, 'You got it right honey, you are very smart, your teacher enters here as a free woman and will leave as that man's property,' he spoke loudly so Helen could hear him and she began to cry inconsolably. Minutes later the results of our tests arrived, the clerk read them down before reading them to both of us.

'Well Jenny let's start with you,' turned to me the manager smiling, 'According to this you would be a class A broodmare, compatible with our best stallions, with your mix of genes, the resulting babies would be of excellent quality, I assure you that if you ever end up as a real broodmare you won't end up here, your destination will be the Elite Clinic.'

Despite the situation I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at the breeding qualification, without wasting any time the manager began to read Helen's report, 'Class A, compatible with the best stallions and prone to multiple pregnancies, she is at her most fertile time of the cycle, it's a pity you didn't end up as a broodmare.'

I watched as the professor approached the manager and they talked for a few moments, when they parted the manager made a signal and placed Helen exposed on the couch again. I watched as the professor took a pill and undressed and placed himself between Helen's legs and began to fuck her, I watched as the professor's cock went in and out of Helen's pussy until he unloaded his cum inside her, over the next half hour almost a dozen men cum in Helen's pussy. When the last one came out of Helen's pussy, I watched as she was exhausted and sweaty from the half dozen orgasms she had had and I was certain that she had become pregnant.

My handler released me from the gynecological chair while one of the doctors attached a belt to Helen to keep the semen from flowing down her thighs, did not hook the chains to the collars, and led us out of the building in the direction of another compound on the farm.

...to be continued