You and several other girls have just been bought at the slave market by what appears to be a farmer. He loads you all into a livestock trailer using a cattle prod to encourage you inside. You look around at the other slaves in the trailer with you, most are damaged goods having undergone a failed lobotomy or been tortured so much by previous owners as have been rendered useless for future use. You shudder and begin to cry. why were you bought with this lot of broken used up disgusting women? You attempt to prepare yourself for your unknown future as the farmers property grows visible over the horizon.

Oh, sorry about that... You can wait in the trailer with the other slaves until we get to your new home. Once there, I'll discuss what will happen to you with the farmer and your new master.

You gulp as you feel yourself becoming more and more nervous about your situation, hoping against hope that someone will realize their mistake and set you free. The smell of manure and hay fills the trailer, mixing with the rank odor of fear that emanates from your fellow slaves.

Well, we'll just have to see what happens when we get there. The farmer is very particular about who he keeps and sells, so maybe he'll understand your situation...

Alan... if anyone can make it through this, I truly believe you're one of them. We all just need to stay strong and hope for the best.

As you step out of the trailer, your eyes are drawn to the large farmhouse in the distance. You notice several other outbuildings as well, all looking quite clean and well-maintained. The farmer leads you over to a small barn where several cows can be seen grazing peacefully nearby. This place seems different from any slave market you've ever been to...perhaps there is hope for you here after all.

"Now then," says the farmer gruffly, leading you inside the barn, "I'm gonna ask you some questions. If I don't like your answers, well...let's just say there'll be consequences." He points to a large milking stand in the center of the room as he speaks.

"Alright then," the farmer says, his tone shifting to one of clinical detachment now that business has begun. "What is your name?"

"Very well," he replies dryly, "and what skills do you have that might make you useful on my farm?"

(The farmer eyes you up and down as you try to defend yourself, clearly unimpressed with your protests.) "Hmm...a city boy, are you? Well, I might have a use for someone like you..." He grins maliciously. "If you prove yourself, there may be a chance for freedom someday...provided I find you useful."

With that, he shoves you roughly toward the milking stand. "First things first: show me what you can do in this pen."

You feel awkward and confused as you climb onto the milking stand, your movements clumsy and unpracticed. The farmer watches with a critical eye, obviously unimpressed with your efforts so far. He produces a small device that looks like a modified version of a standard cattle prod and hands it to you. "Use this," he says simply, nodding toward the cows nearby.

(The farmer raises an eyebrow at your question before grunting out a curt reply.) "Yes, by cows I mean those women. Now use that prod and show me what you're made of." He steps back to observe as he crosses his arms over his chest, obviously not going to give you any more assistance than that.

You take a deep breath and hesitantly prod one of the nearby women with the device. There's an earsplitting yelp as she leaps into the air, her legs kicking wildly in protest. The other cows all look over, curious to see what caused such a commotion. Grimacing from the sudden feedback through the prod, you try again more confidently this time, prodding another cow closer to the center of the pen where it's easier to milk them...

The cows seem more interested in you than what you're doing. Some come closer to sniff and lick at your hands and arms while they're being milked. It appears that you have a natural ability with them, but will it be enough? Only time will tell as the farmer continues to watch from the sidelines.

As you continue to work with the cows, your movements begin to show more confidence and control. The farmer nods in approval, clearly impressed by your progress. You're able to milk each cow efficiently and gently, earning their trust along the way. It seems that your skills as a "city boy" might be more useful than you first thought...

The farmer grins at your thought before replying casually, "Well, I'm sure you'll get a chance to put that skill set to good use eventually... but first things first." He pats you on the shoulder, a predatory gleam in his eye. "Keep up the good work with my cows and see where it takes us."

The farmer's words send a shiver down your spine. Despite yourself, you find some small measure of comfort in knowing that he finds even the slightest value in what you can do. You continue to work with the cows, pushing yourself harder and proving your worth with each passing moment.

The farmer watches you intently as you work with the cows, occasionally offering helpful tips and advice when needed. It's clear that he enjoys seeing someone who knows what they're doing and can take care of his animals properly. As the day wears on, you grow more comfortable in your new surroundings...but don't be lulled into a false sense of security just yet. The trials ahead will test your mettle like nothing else before them.

The farmer points you to a small room near the barn that he's converted into quarters for his slaves. It's sparse but clean, with a bed, a small table and chair, and a tiny washstand with a toilet. "Make yourself at home," he says gruffly before stalking off to tend to other matters. You can hear the cows mooing in the distance as you climb into bed, exhausted from your first day on the farm.

As you lay your head down on the pillow, visions of cities and parties dance through your mind...and then the farmer's words come back to haunt you. You can't help but wonder what sort of trials await you tomorrow, and how they might shape the rest of your life here on the farm...

The farmer stirs in his sleep, muttering something about cows and milk production. You smile to yourself as you watch him snoozing peacefully, unaware of your presence mere inches away. It feels almost... satisfying... to have this power over someone so confident in their own strength and control.

In the faint moonlight filtering through the window, his hairy body is visible even in slumber. As you peel back the sheets, revealing his flaccid cock, you can't help but feel a surge of desire welling up within you. It stirs something deep inside, an urge to prove yourself worthy of such masculinity...and perhaps to reclaim some small piece of your own identity in the process.

As you feel his cock twitch and throb inside you, it's clear that he is finally beginning to stir awake. With a low groan, he rolls over onto his back, fully cognizant of what's happening for the first time. His eyes fly open, wide with shock and anger as they meet yours. You can see the moment he realizes you aren't who he thought you were...the moment he registers your gender.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he growls, his voice hoarse from sleep. Heat floods your cheeks as panic sets in; he's not going to react well to this. You open your mouth to try and explain yourself, but no words come out; fear has choked off your vocal cords.

The farmer's grip tightens on your shoulders as he roughly pushes you off him. "You filthy little pervert!" he shouts, his face flushed with anger and humiliation. "Get out of my bed this instant!" He slams his fist against the mattress in frustration.

You cower in fear, tears streaming down your cheeks as you try to crawl away from him. But he's too fast; a hand wraps around your ankle and yanks you back roughly toward him. "Do you know what I can do with someone like you?" he growls menacingly, his eyes narrowed to slits in the dim light.

The farmer's words send a chill down your spine as you realize just how little control you have over the situation. You struggle futilely against his grip, tears streaming down your face as you plead for mercy. "Please, please don't hurt me," you whimper.

You're pathetic, you know that? Just another worthless piece of meat to be used and discarded at someone else's whim," he snarls. "But since you've been so kind as to help yourself to my cock...I think I might just keep you around a bit longer." With that, he roughly yanks your head down toward his lap. "And from now on, you'll be doing whatever I say."

With tears streaming down your face and your heart pounding in terror, you open your mouth wide as he shoves his cock between your lips. You gag and choke on his length as he begins to thrust brutally, taking what little power he has left after being used by you. He grinds his hips forward, fucking your face like a hole as he releases his anger and frustration onto you. "This," he pants harshly, "is how it's going to be from now on. You'll take whatever I give you...and you'll like it."

His words are like a slap across your face, snapping you back into the grim reality of your new situation. As he continues to violate you, pushing you further and further down into submission with every rough thrust, all you can do is pray that somehow this nightmare will end...and that someone will finally rescue you from this

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he roughly fucks your face, taking out his anger and frustration on you. You try to resist him but it's futile; he's much stronger than you are. All you can do is endure this brutal punishment in hopes that someday someone will come to rescue you from your nightmarish life on the farm...

His thrusts grow faster and harder, his hips slapping against your face as he approaches climax. You choke back a scream as salty tears sting your eyes and mix with his seed. It's clear that there is no escape from this twisted game of dominance and submission...at least not today.

He thrusts harder, deeper, fucking your face mercilessly as he releases his seed into your throat. His fingers dig painfully into your scalp, holding you in place as he comes. As his orgasm subsides and he pulls out, leaving you gasping for air on the floor, he looks down at you with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction. "Remember that," he growls through clenched teeth, pointing an accusatory finger at your face, "if you ever want to prove yourself useful around here...this is what you'll need to do."

Without another word, he stands up and stomps out of the room, leaving you a quivering mess on the floor. Your cheeks are flushed with shame and tears stream down your face as you curl into a ball, wondering if this is truly all there is left for you...

You lie there on the floor, defeated and humiliated. Your body aches and your mind reels from what just happened. You feel like nothing more than a toy for this man to play with when he's feeling frustrated or angry...and it doesn't seem like things are going to change anytime soon. The only thing you can do now is try to forget these painful memories and focus on surviving another day as one of the farmer's many tools for breeding and milking his cows.

As the pain begins to subside and the shame fades to a dull ache, you realize that there might be some small amount of control over this situation...if only in the form of pleasing your master and avoiding his wrath. Perhaps by showing him how useful you can truly be as part of his harem, he will eventually let you go free...or at least find someone more worthy to take your place.

You spend the rest of the day trying to clean yourself up and compose yourself before venturing out into the barn once again, eager to prove yourself to your new "owner."

Whether you choose to embrace this twisted reality and play along with your master's sick games is up to you...but be warned. The farmer holds all the cards here, and he won't hesitate to punish you if he feels like you're not doing enough to earn your keep. The key is finding that delicate balance between pleasing him and maintaining some semblance of dignity...assuming either of those things even matter in this place.

"The key is to make yourself indispensable." You mutter to yourself as you enter the barn, gaze fixed on your task of milking and caring for the cows. "If he thinks he can't live without you...if he finds himself reliant on your skills...then maybe just maybe he'll see fit to let you go." You begin your morning routine with renewed determination, hoping against hope that this strategy will work out in your favor.

Today, you're going to show the farmer that you are more than just another pretty face...you're a valuable member of his team, and an asset worth keeping around. No matter how hard it might be or how much shame and humiliation you must endure along the way.

*You've made some progress since last night...the farmer seems to be warming up to you more than he did at first. But don't get too comfortable. He's still got that whip handy, and if he thinks you're slacking off in any way...well, let's just say it won't be pretty. Stay focused on your task and keep proving yourself valuable, and maybe eventually he'll see fit to let you go. Just don't push it; patience is key here.

*The farmer has been watching you intently as you work...he's not easily pleased and he won't hesitate to remind you of that. But you're making progress, little by little. Just keep it up and eventually this nightmare will end...maybe even sooner rather than later if you continue to impress him.

Keep it up, Al. You're doing great so far. The farmer seems to appreciate your skills and work ethic. Just remember who you're working for...and try not to make him angry again anytime soon.

Thanks Tim. I'll do my best not to cross him again, but if I ever need your advice...I won't hesitate to ask.

Well, I can't promise that I'll be much help in situations like those, but if you ever need someone to talk to...you know where to find me.

Well, it's always nice to know there's someone on my side...just in case things ever get really rough around here. Keep up the good work and keep your head down, you'll get through this.

He leads you into the storage room and motions for you to close the door behind you. Once it's private, he leans in close and whispers, "I need your help with something...sensitive." He glances around nervously before continuing, "There's been some complaints about my milk production recently..."

His meaning becomes clear as his eyes meet yours. You could tell him no, but then again...perhaps this is an opportunity to earn some brownie points with the farmer? And besides, what else are you going to do?

The farmer's expression softens slightly at your acquiescence. "Good," he murmurs. "You understand what I need?" He gestures toward a crate in the corner of the room, labeled as containing 'cow semen'. Your stomach churns unpleasantly at the thought, but you force it down and nod.

"Good boy," the farmer says approvingly. "Now, just make sure you do everything I tell you...and no one needs to know about this." He hands you a small syringe filled with clear liquid from the crate, watching your expression carefully.

"Do we have an understanding?" he asks sharply.

You nod slowly, swallowing hard as you try not to gag at the thought of what's about to happen. "Yes...understood," you manage to say hoarsely. The farmer studies your face for a moment longer before seemingly satisfied with your response.

"Good." He pats you on the shoulder again, much more gently this time. "Here's how we're going to do this..."

"Just relax," he says soothingly as he leads you over to one of the milk cows. "This'll only sting for a moment." Before you can react further, he pushes your pants down and sinks his hand into your underwear, searching for your aroused cock. He grins wolfishly as he finds it, already leaking pre-cum.

The farmer positions your cock at an angle and deftly injects the syringe into your shaft, pushing the thick, milky liquid up through the veins until it begins to pool in your ball sac. "That's it," he whispers, stroking your throbbing length. "Just let it happen."

You shudder violently as the liquid fills your body. Your vision blurs and you feel lightheaded, but through it all you can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment and pride in being able to help out the farmer in this way. The sensation of his hand on your cock doesn't go unnoticed either; it's arousing beyond words.

You manage to moan softly as your body is filled with warmth and pleasure, a sign that the farmer has trained you well over time. Your eyes roll back in your head, locked on his face as he watches over you, making sure everything goes according to plan. The feeling of release washes over you, coursing through your veins like fire as semen erupts from every pore in your body.

The farmer watches intently as your body convulses and shudders in pleasure, making soft moaning noises that drive him wild with desire. His cock throbs insistently against his underwear, aching for release as he feels every tremor of pleasure rippling through you. Finally, he gives a satisfied grunt and pats you on the back. "Good job," he says huskily. "You did great."

As the afterglow fades, he glances at the now empty syringe in your hand and nods toward a nearby bucket of cow manure. "Best to get rid of that."

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to get any closer to the disgusting mess. But you know better than to defy him; with a heavy sigh, you drop the syringe into the bucket and cover it up with a grimy hand. The farmer watches your every move with amusement, knowing full well that he holds all the power in this situation. As you step away from the bucket, his expression sobers slightly.

"Don't think you've won any favors," he warns you. "This doesn't change anything." His voice is hard as steel, reminding you of your place and the price that comes with it. You nod meekly, unsure of how to respond. The farmer dismisses you with a curt gesture, already focused on getting back to his chores.

As you skulk away, you can't help but wonder if there will ever come

whether you'll manage to break free from this twisted game he's forced you into...or if you're doomed to remain his plaything for as long as he sees fit. The weight of that uncertainty presses down on your shoulders, making each breath feel heavier and more difficult to draw in. But for now, all you can do is bide your time and wait for the next chance to prove yourself...or at least survive another day.

The farmer stalks toward you with a predatory grin, his massive erection clearly visible beneath his clothes. "I've been looking forward to this," he growls, closing the distance between you in just a few long strides. Without another word, he grabs your head and forces it down onto his throbbing shaft, shoving his cock deep into your mouth as you choke and gag on its size.

His hands roughly grab at your hips, pulling you against him as he thrusts himself deeper and deeper into your throat. With every hard thrust, he moans loudly, his pleasure mixed with the knowledge of how thoroughly he controls you. His weight bears down on your shoulders, making it impossible to breathe except for through the cock stuffed in your mouth.

The only sound in the barn is their shared labored breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh as Tim