On my 18th birthday, I was told I could no longer stay at the children's home. They couldn't spare the resources to keep me fed and healthy.
Most children left in the world were in these homes now, as resources were limited due to the blight that killed off most farmable land 100 years ago. But there were some who had managed to save their land, and maximize their growth, while keeping their land from dying from overfarming.
Many adults were housed at these farms, kept healthy and fed in exchange for work, and the owners of the farms became kings among their farm's people.
"Molly, have you given any thought to which farm you may want to apply to live and work at?" My counselor, Beverly asked me.
"The pictures of the produce at Sunshine Farms seems good."
She shook her head, and said, "I haven't heard good things about that one. Have you considered 1000 Green Acres Farm?"
I shrugged. "Their brochures and stuff don't seem too exciting. But if you think they are good."
She nodded and scribbled down something. "I've had a lot of luck placing young women there. And when I've gone back to visit they seem to be thriving."
I smiled and nodded. "That sounds good!"
"They have a good exit policy, anyone who wants out need just say the word, and they may leave without notice."
This was important as a lot of farms had basically slave contracts, and there were rumors that people would get stuck and be incapable of getting out.
"Can we go for an interview?" I asked, an interview usually ended with rejection or move in being same day.
I packed my couple things and said goodbye to my friends, aware that I might not get to see them again. Then Beverly and I drove to Sunshine Farms.
On the way there, the land was dead and crumbled. This had all been green and lush a hundred years ago, but was now barren. Montana was as dry a desert as any.
After an hour, we could see the lush green of trees and farm, which I had never seen in real life before. It was so beautiful.
When we arrived, I saw men working in the field, they were different ages, races and sizes. I hadn't seen adult men before. We were separated from the boys at puberty, to avoid incident.
I was hopeful to find a job here. The farms were often overstocked with men, and short on women to work in the house. I was also told that my looks could help me. I was thin, with wide hips, and ample breasts. My looks signalled that I would not require as much feeding as others, and being young and pretty was a moral boost. This is what we were taught.
The front gate had a small office building, and we pulled in to a spot beside it, and walked in. A large heavy set white man welcomed us, and sat us down.
"I looked at your resume, you look like you learned all of the perfunctory skills. Did you excel in any?"
"I didn't, but I was just below the top of the class in housekeeping and cooking."
"She also is very obedient," Beverly added.
"We do have an opening, in the house, but I would need to get you started today, will that be a problem?"
I shook my head. He pulled out a contract, and started pointing to spots to initial, and sign.
"All of our workers have the right to quit at any time for any reason. just say the word."
I looked at Beverly and she nodded encouragingly, and I signed and initialed.
"Ok, put on one of our headsets, and it will take you through orientation, and I will discuss openings for future graduates from your school."
He gave me a VR headset, something we had used occasionally for learning purposes in school. They covered your eyes and ears fully.
A pattern of light colors blending into one another like water gently lapping in a tub. And there was a soft sound that was as non-descript.
"I want you to focus on the sounds and sights in this headset," a disembodied voice said softly. "Tense and relax your toes," I did as I was told, and it walked me through every muscle group all the way up my body. I had been hypnotized before, it was a common training technique. The hypnotizers were allowed to help us with behavioral patterns, but it was illegal to try to change our consciousness. I couldn't be made to shut my brain off. Even in suggestive states or trances I would be conscience of everything around me, without being able to act or speak on it.
My limbs went slack, and I slumped back into my chair.
"Wow this one is very susceptible to hypnosis," the man said as he pulled my headset off.
"Yes. I think she'll be perfect for your menagerie. As you can see she has a pretty face and a sexy body. She's also a fully intact virgin."
I immediately panicked as they started talking about me. There were rumors that some farms had sex slaves, but our school had so many success stories I couldn't imagine being given as one.
"Molly, I'm going to implant some behavioral rules for you, and you're going to follow them at all times," he said.
'Oh fuck,' I thought.
"In your life here, you will behave like a dog. You will walk on your hands and knees, when you try to speak it will come out as barks, and you will obey commands from men and women in human roles. When you are resting or have free time, you will try to lick your own vagina, this may take some practice, but your flexibility will adjust over time. You will not lick for your own pleasure, but for cleaning and for show. When a person enters a room, you will sniff their crotch to greet them. When in the presence of another human animal, a dog, cat, cow, pig, or horse, you will sniff their butt, your nose getting between the base of their tail plug and their anus."
"When you come out of the trance, you will remove your clothing without speaking and be in your dog role."
I could feel a tear roll down my cheek. I was paralyzed in place.
"Now, when I say Heel Bitch, you will come out of the suggestive state, disrobe and begin life as a dog." He looked at Beverly, and she smiled in approval.
"Heel Bitch," he commanded.
I stood, took off my school uniform, bra and panties, my eyes being the only part I had control over.
When I was fully naked, I got on my hands and knees, and my tongue hung out.
"Please, I don't want to be a dog," I tried to say but "woof woof woof" came out instead.
"I'm going to break her in for a tail, do you want to feed her some peanut butter?" the man asked Beverly, who nodded.
He went and got a buttplug with a tail, and some lubricant, and a jar of peanut butter. She lifted her skirt, and revealed no panties covering her small grey bush. She was in her sixties, and had been like a mother to me for the last few years.
She spreaded peanut butter over her pussy and into her ass crack.
"Come here puppy," she said deviously. "Lick up the peanut butter."
I didn't want to, but her command forced me to comply. I got close and started licking, closing my eyes in shame.
The peanut butter tasted good. I had only had peanut butter once before, but when I began tasting her pussy too, I felt as if I might be sick.
The man was rubbing his wet fingers across my bum and then into it slowly. I knew he was going to put the plug in me, what I didn't expect was his penis, which I felt after his fingers. He pushed the head slowly against my hole, and I looked back at him with a whimper.
"Please don't, I want to go home!" came out as "Woof woof woof woof!"