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Part One - Part Two - Part Three
“Oh my!” Jill gushed, looking in the mirror. “It’s beautiful!” She twirled, her eyes focused on how the tight fitting material clung to her shapely curves. “I can’t believe how this makes me look!” Jill ran her hand down the front, admiring the plunging neckline and how it seemed to emphasize her breasts. “He’ll love me in this, don’t you think?”
Matron Hillary nodded with a warm smile. “I think for sure you’ll be selected Jill. This is a big honor for you. I know you’ve been an alternate for years, but this is your real chance. You’ve got to make him love you, every inch of you,” the matron said sagely.
Jill nodded. “I know. I’ll be good and do every little thing he asks,” she said eagerly. “Do you know where we’re going? A dance? A wild club?” She asked, looking at her reflection again. The hem of her gold sequined dress danced daringly just beneath her bare slit and the high heels, while uncomfortable, certainly did some interesting things to her calves and bottom.
The matron shook her head. “No clue, little one. But you need to be prepared for anything.”
Jill laughed. “Oh I am! He can do anything he wants. I know the rules.”
Matron Hillary smiled and patted Jill’s arm. “I know you do. As will he. Now, let’s go meet him. He’s in the lobby waiting on you.”
Jill blinked and gasped. “You mean… he’s here already?” She demanded. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She looked around frantically but the matron grabbed her arm.
“Calm down. You don’t want to appear frantic or high strung. Those are traits that men don’t want in breeders.”
Jill’s chest was heaving but she took a deep breath. “Yes. Right. Calm. Relaxed. Peaceful.”
“That’s right. You’ll have to live with this man for years, serving his every need and bearing his son and however many others he wants you to have. Do good and you’ve got a long life ahead of you.”
Jill bit her lip. “I can’t screw this up, can I?”
The matron laughed softly, her eyes warm. “Sweetie, I don’t think you can. Just be you.” She took Jill’s hand and together they walked across the campus. There were multiple dormitories and Jill could see her own group out in the rec yard, forty naked girls laughing and playing. A few of them involved a bit more enthusiastically with her friends’ soft parts. Some of them caught sight of Jill.
“Way to go Jill!” someone shouted. “Knock him out!” Jill waved back.
A moment later they entered the administrative building at the Castleberry Farm. The matron escorted Jill down a long hall and then they emerged into the lobby. Jill had never seen it before and the opulence startled her. Leather chairs and sofas filled the space and there was a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Persian rugs lay on the floor and the artwork that hung on the walls was individually lit, demanding attention.
But Jill let all of that go. Standing in the center of the room, next to the Ranchmaster, was a young man. He had rakish, dark brown hair and a narrow chin, with bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle the moment he saw her. Jill actually came to a halt, freezing momentarily as what felt like an electric spark flew between them. The matron pushed on her elbow to get her moving again and they approached the two men waiting.
“Masters, may I present Jill?” the matron said politely. She even curtseyed. Jill bowed her head and tried to emulate the matron, but the stiletto heels she wore tripped her up and she almost fell. It was the young man who caught her, a beaming smile on his face.
“Easy there,” he said, his voice smooth and delightful to Jill’s ears. “I didn’t come all this way to take you to the hospital.”
Jill’s mouth opened even as her eyes widened. “Oh no sir! I’m sorry. I’m just not used to these shoes.”
The young man laughed. “I doubt you’ve even worn shoes before.”
Jill’s head dropped as the blush spread across her cheeks. Of course he was right. The girls at Castleberry farm were kept barefoot. In fact, this was the first time she’d even been allowed clothes. Had she been in the breeder program instead of an alternate it would have been different. She'd have been trained for it. Jill shook her head slightly. Time to think about something else.
“Well, I’m Jack,” the young man said. “I hope you’re ready for something of an adventure. Some fun and excitement?”
Jill’s face tilted back up. “Yes Master Jack, I’m ready for anything!” She said eagerly.
Jack’s smile was reassuring. “Excellent,” he replied, then turned toward the Ranchmaster. “And the paperwork?”
The Ranchmaster nodded and pulled out a bundle of papers. “Everything is updated in the registry, sir.”
“Very good,” Jack said, taking the documents and tucking them into his sports coat pocket. He turned back toward Jill and held out his arm. “Now my young darling, will you accompany me?”
Jill glanced over at the matron who winked and she stepped closer to Jack, taking his arm. Her heart was hammering with excitement and her grin was infectious.
“Have a good time!” the matron called out when they were near the door. Jill looked back and waved.
“I will!” She said.
Jack laughed. “I guarantee it.”
Out in the drive was a red sports car and Jack was a perfect gentleman and opened the door for her. Jill climbed in and was shocked to realize that the seat was just a seat. The two times she’d been in a vehicle both had been transfer trucks where each of the girls had been bound hand and foot, sitting with spread legs on sybian seats. The first hour was fun. But then the sensitivity kicked in.
“Something the matter?” Jack asked as she settled nervously into her seat.
Jill looked up at him. “I just… I’m not used to sitting down like this.”
Jack’s eyebrows narrowed in curiosity. “Is there some other way to sit down?”
Jill blushed again. “Well, at Castleberry every chair there has a dildo or plug. And the transport trucks all have sybian seats. We have to sit on the floor if we don’t want anything up inside us.”
“Oh!” Jack laughed. “So sitting like this is a bit uncomfortable?”
Jill squirmed slightly. “No, I don’t mean that. I was just a little astonished.”
Jack considered that for a moment, looking down at her. “Well, I suppose I don’t want you astonished.” Jill didn’t know what he meant by that, but he reached into the back seat and pulled out a small, brightly colored bag. Red tissue stuck out at the top and he handed it to her.
“What’s this?” Jill asked, the bag sitting in her lap.
“It’s a gift. It should help you deal with your astonishment.”
Jill blinked. She’d never gotten a gift before. She reached into the bag and past the tissue. She felt something soft and grabbed it. She let out a laugh as she recognized the item. It was a Penetrator 4, a specialized dildo with multifunction motors and a clitoral stimulator side arm.
“Okay, now I definitely feel less astonished,” she said happily.
Jack leaned against the open door. “Are you wet enough to put it in?”
Jill looked up at him. “Right now? Here? In your car?”
He shrugged. “Well, you said that sitting down without something inside you felt weird. So let’s rectify that.” He gave her a wink. “Besides, that dress just makes me want to lift the hem and see that bare little slit of yours.”
Jill’s eyes sparkled and she wiggled just a bit. Then she spread her legs, putting her right foot back outside the car. She knew he could see her pussy and teasingly she brought the head of the vibrator down to her clitoris. This was something she knew how to do, had actually been trained for. She closed her eyes, shifted her hips, and began pushing. Wetness flooded around the dildo and soaked her petals and Jill groaned as the vibrator slid deeper and deeper into her hole. When the clitoral arm was touching her clit she stopped and with a soft, delicate whimper, looked up at Jack.
“Please sir? Torment me?”
Jack crossed his arms. “I don’t know. I like the look of desperation on your face.”
Jill blinked, unprepared for that. “I...uh… I am yours Master.”
Jack laughed. “Yes. You are.” He leaned down and put his hand between her legs. His fingertips brushed her thighs and she let out a soft moan. Then he touched the base of the vibrator and it roared to life inside her, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through her. Jill sighed. Now this was familiar. Having the vibrator in her while sitting made sense. Jack saw the look of contentment on her face and shook his head.
“Put your leg back in so I can close the door,” he ordered easily. Jill lifted her foot and tucked it into the floorboard space. It closed her legs and muffled the vibrator’s noise. Jack shut the door and came around to the driver’s side door. He climbed in, started the car, and in seconds they were hurtling down the road.
“So where are we going, Master?” Jill asked a moment later. She was handling the stimulation between her legs rather well and knew that endurance was a trait favored in breeders. Jack glanced over at her and grinned.
“There’s a carnival about fifteen miles from here that I’ve been wanting to visit for some time. I knew I’d need a date for optimal fun and that’s why I selected you.”
Jill put her hand on his thigh, her fingers just shy of his actual crotch. “I’m really glad, Master. Why did you choose me?”
Jack laughed. “Well, that amazing blond hair of yours was first. I’ve got a thing for blondes. Then I have to admit that your breasts were just so fricking amazing that I realized after seeing the pictures that if I didn’t have a chance to touch and suck them I’d never be satisfied again.” He shrugged. “So here you are.”
Jill smiled. She lifted her hand to the neckline of her dress and without a moment’s hesitation pulled one of her firm, well rounded breasts out of the bodice.
Jack glanced over at her and his eyebrows went up in surprise. “So eager to get out of a dress?”
Jill looked down demurely. “Anything for you, Master.”
Jack patted her leg. “All in good time. All in good time. Now put that amazing tit away so I can concentrate on driving and not kill us.”
Jill bit her lip but immediately complied. She wondered if she’d messed up already. Still, he had spoken softly with her, so maybe she was still doing well.
The motor of the sports car hummed and about fifteen minutes later she saw the carnival. Hundreds of tents were set up in a field and another grassy meadow had been converted into a parking lot. People were everywhere, but what mystified Jill were the women. They easily outnumbered the men and most were naked. Some wore clothes, sexy dresses similar to what Jill wore, but most of the girls, all young, fit and good looking, were buck naked.
Meat girls. Jill swallowed at the realization. A knot of fear suddenly tightened in her stomach. The carnival was one of those attractions. She glanced over at Jack. Jill was well aware of the reality of how things worked, and the place of women in society. Still, as an Alternate she’d ignored the fact that she was rated Grade A Prime and instead focused on the hope that she’d be making babies.
She took a deep breath, the rationalizations already starting. These events were common. Almost all social events included something of that nature. Jill had heard some of the gossip. She stared out the window, talking herself into being just what Master Jack needed in a breeder.
Jack parked the car and climbed out. He fished out his phone as he came around to open Jill’s door. When he did she heard his conversation.
“Jimmy, where are you?” Jack asked. He listened intently and shook his head. “Perpetually late. It’s disgusting. Did you bring a girl?” Jack laughed at the reply. “Penny? Yeah. Fine. I’ll kill some time. Ten minutes though. Front gate.” He tucked the phone into his pocket and looked down at Jill.
“I was planning for us to walk the carnival grounds with a buddy of mine and his girl, but they’re running a little late. So how about you show me what a soft mouth you have?”
Jill’s eyes widened and she grinned. This was an opportunity to prove her worth. She climbed out of the sports car and immediately went to her knees using her thighs to hold in the vibrator. Instantly her hands were on Jack’s trousers and a moment later his thick and stiff cock was right in front of her.
Cocksucking was also taught at Castleberry Farms and while this wasn’t the first man Jill had given a blowjob too, it was easily the one that meant the most. She’d blown the Ranchmaster and all of his ranch hands at various times and she was considered quite skilled. She knew to use both her hands and tongue, wrapping her lips over her teeth. She tried to convey eagerness to him, so that he would know that she wanted him in every way. Her tongue slid round and round his tip and within a minute or two Jack was groaning. His face contorted and then to Jill’s astonishment he yanked himself out. She could see the need in his eyes but before she could ask what was wrong he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. He half dragged her and half pushed her to the front of the car and threw her down on the hood. He grabbed her leg and pulled it out wide and caught the vibrator as it started to slide out of her dripping sex. Then he tossed the toy to the ground. Jill’s eyes widened as he fell on her and then his cock drove up into her sex hard, pinning her to the warm metal beneath.
Jill moaned as Jack began thrusting hard. A number of people had stopped to watch and there was even a few comments of appreciation, or encouragement.
“Yeah, give it to her young man. Fuck her brains out!”
Jill smiled as the waves of pleasure blasted through her. While orgasm and penetration was common at Castleberry Farm, getting actual cock was a rarity. Jill loved the feel of him inside her and she responded with an enthusiasm that there was no way to fake. She cried out in lust and wrapped her legs around Jack as he pounded his hips against hers. There was no mistaking her orgasm and she let out a wild scream, tightening around him, her head thrown back as an expression of ecstasy crossed her face.
As she shuddered and began to relax Jack exploded inside her, filling her depths with his white cream and Jill felt the spurt of heat in her womb. As an Alternate she’d never been sterilized and for a wild moment she realized that then, right at that moment, she might be conceiving her first child. She reached up and grabbed Jack, holding him tight as her mouth came up to kiss him. He took a deep breath and they lay together like that until he softened. Then he pushed himself up off her.
“I’m… sorry about that,” Jack muttered with something akin to embarrassment. “I’m usually more reserved. But you are just so intoxicating.”
Jill pushed herself up on her elbows. “Master, you can take me anywhere, at any time, in any way,” she said assuredly. Inwardly she was ecstatic. He had made love to her! Unprotected! That was a no no with Alternates! He’d already made the decision to take her! Jill’s eyes filled with love and she almost burst out into tears. She watched as Jack started to stand up and she quickly rose and grabbed his hand.
“Please sir, let me clean you off,” she said demurely but with unfeigned eagerness. Jack’s eyebrows went up and he nodded. Jill again went to her knees, the prickly grass of the meadow underneath her. She opened her mouth and took his slippery member into her mouth. He tasted like pussy, hers to be exact, a flavor not unfamiliar to her. It was standard procedure for every toy used at Castleberry Farms to be cleaned by mouth first before being washed. All the girls were required to masturbate at least five times each day, so Jill was quite the expert. Jack was soft but she worked at his cock until he was semi-rigid again and he patted her head softly.
“Jill, we’ve got to go to the main gate. I promised to meet Jimmy there.”
Jill looked up, her mouth still full of his cock. Her eyes sparkled and she let go of him. “Of course, Master.”
He pulled her to his feet and then tucked himself back into his trousers. He eyed her dress and then pointed at her knees. “Dust the grass off, Jill.”
Jill looked down and then brushed off her knees. Jack studied her for a moment and then smiled. “Excellent. You are the very definition of Aphroditic beauty.”
Jill had no idea what that meant, but she blushed again. Then, without even thinking about it, she threw herself at Jack, hugging him tightly.
“Whoa!” Jack said, astonished by the sudden sign of affection.
“Thank you!” Jill gushed. “Thank you!”
Jack looked down at her as she tilted her face upward, her eyes wet with tears of joy.
“For what?” He asked.
Jill grinned. “For making love to me!” She said, with a tone of amusement.
Jack thought about it for a moment. “Oh. Yes. Of course.” He smiled down at her. “Well, let’s go to the carnival, shall we?” He offered her his arm and she took it, humming happily. They walked through the parking area and headed over to the gates. Jack looked around and then pointed.
“There he is.” He led Jill in the direction of a blond young man who stood along the fence. He was about the same age as Jack but had a sloppier appearance. Jill immediately thought he was less polished than Jack and she clutched her new beau’s arm even tighter. They approached and when Jimmy looked up Jack held out his hand. They shook like old friends.
“Bout’ bloody time you got here,” Jimmy said darkly to Jack. Jack laughed and Jimmy looked over at Jill. “Got a bit distracted, did we?”
Jack shrugged. “You know me,” he replied.
“I do indeed,” Jimmy retorted.
“Where is… uh...?” Jack asked, glancing around.
Jimmy pointed over at the gate. “Penny. Getting tagged and registered. You know how these things are.”
Jack nodded with a chuckle. “I do indeed.” He turned to Jill. “Jill, do you see that line of girls there?”
Jill looked over at the gate. Evidently all the women going into the carnival were standing in one line, while the men just got to go in. Over half the women were naked while a few of them wore fancy dresses. Jill nodded.
“You’ll need to get in line. Look for a brunette with her hair done up in braids. Her name is Penny. We’ll meet you on the other side.”
Jill bit her lip. “Um… yes Master.” She didn’t like the thought of being separated from Jack, but it would only be for a moment. She gave a polite nod to Jimmy and then went over to the line. About four girls ahead of her she caught sight of a girl with long brown braids. But then Jill blinked. Penny was naked. And wearing bondage gear! A thick, black leather collar encircled her neck and each wrist and ankle was covered in matching cuffs. The light tinkle of metal sounded every time she moved.
“Uh… excuse me?” Jill said, leaning past the other girls in line. “Excuse me? Are you Penny?”
The girl in the bondage gear responded to the name and turned around. “Yes? Who are you?”
Jill smiled. “I’m…” she paused momentarily. Maybe announcing that she was Master Jack’s breeder was not a good idea. He might want to do that himself. “I’m Master Jack’s date.”
Penny’s eyebrow went up and she took in Jill’s dress. “Nice dress,” she said, leaving her place and stepping in front of Jill.
Jill blinked. “Thank you. Um… nice… uh… cuffs.”
Penny laughed and wiggled her arm. The metal D link on the embedded steel ring rattled noisily. “Well, they’ll always know where to find me.”
Jill laughed. “So have you ever been to a carnival before?” She asked casually, hoping that Penny was more experienced and could tell her what to expect. Penny nodded, much to Jill’s excitement.
“Yes, but only one. And it was smaller than this,” Penny said as the line moved forward. Her voice sounded dark, as if there were bad memories involved.
“So what should I expect?”
Penny laughed ruefully. “Orgasms. Pain. And a quick end if you’re lucky.”
Jill’s eyes widened. “Oh, I'm pretty sure Master Jack has more permanent plans for me.” Jill thought back to Jack exploding inside her. “And I’d say I’m very lucky,” she assured Penny with a grin.
Penny’s eyebrow went up. “Really? Well good for you. I hope some of it rubs off on me,” she grumped. The line moved forward again and Jill saw that two men were standing at a table up ahead. One of them had a scanner and Jill grimaced. Each girl at Castleberry Farm was tagged with an RFID chip that held their status. Jill knew exactly what her record would say. Castleberry Farm - Grade A Prime - Alternate.
A moment later Penny held out her hand and the man with the scanner read out her record. “Penny. Mitchell Corporation. Grade A Prime.” He gave her a smile. “Very nice. I like the outfit. Your master knows how to appeal to the crowd.”
Penny smiled wanly. Jill stared. “You aren’t a breeder?” She asked Penny in astonishment.
Penny shook her head. “Nope. Just Grade A. I was in a cage this morning getting fucked by the night watchman when I got dragged out, hosed off, wrapped up in cuffs and given away.”
The man snapped his finger to draw Penny’s attention “Did your Master specify where he wanted you tagged?”
Penny shrugged. “He didn’t say. What are my options?”
The man began pointing. “We can do your ear, your nipple, or your labia. Your choice.”
Jill’s eyes widened. What a horrible thing! She watched as Penny considered it. “Let’s do my nipple. I had it on my ear the last time and it gave me a headache.”
“Sure thing.” The man fitted a yellow tag with a black number “327” to some sort of piercing gun and he held it to Penny’s left tit. She held still as he pulled the trigger and then gasped, her face filling with pain. The man pulled the gun away and Jill saw that Penny’s nipple had been thoroughly pierced, the tag hanging from the distended nub.
“The gun automatically applies a healing agent so you’ll be feeling fine in about five minutes,” he said soothingly. Penny nodded, tears filling her eyes.
“Hurts more than the ear though,” she said, cupping her breast. The man shrugged.
“Sorry. Best of luck to you though. You are a scrumptious looking morsel. Maybe I'll see you on a spit somewhere and get a slice.”
Penny nodded. “Of course.” She turned and looked at Jill. “I’ll wait for you,” she said.
Jill turned to the man who held the scanner and held out her arm. He waved the device over her wrist and a moment later read out her record. “Jill - Jack Robinson - Grade A Prime - Alternate.”
Jill blinked. She had been expecting to hear “Castleberry Farms” but she supposed that the record was listing the person responsible for her. Or maybe he’d already transferred ownership! Jill grinned, another burst of happiness going through her. The man smiled at her.
“You’ll need to remove the dress, Jill.”
For a moment she froze. “Excuse me?”
“The dress. Grade A girls aren’t allowed to be dressed in the carnival.”
Jill bit her lip. She thought about explaining that she'd just been selected as a breeder. “But my master wanted me wearing a dress,” she protested.
“Well you aren’t going in dressed, that’s for sure.”
Jill bit her lip, sudden indecision. Penny noticed and touched her arm. “Hold on. I’ll get him.” She hurried away and in seconds Jack had appeared. He gave Jill a disappointed look.
“Jill, did the man ask you to strip?”
Jill looked up, not sure why Jack was unhappy. “Yes, Master. But I know how much you like the dress and…”
He waved his hand, cutting her off. “The rules are the rules. Take it off. Immediately.”
Jill stood there, eyes wide at the sudden command. Then she shut her mouth and pushed the shoulder straps of the dress down her arms. Her breasts emerged first, then her shapely hips. The dress fell to the ground, lying in a golden puddle around her feet. Even with all of the other naked girls standing around she felt embarrassed, as if she had been caught trying to be something she wasn’t. She blushed crimson, stepped out of the dress, and picked it up. Jack took it from her and handed it to the man.
“Where would you like her tagged, sir?”
Jack considered the question for a moment. “Her ear. I’ve got plans for those incredible tits of hers and a tag might be a problem.”
The man with the tagging gun laughed. “Oh, you’ve heard about the new A&E marinator, have you?”
Jack grinned. “All in good time.”
Jill didn’t know what they were talking about. The man with the gun peered at Jill. “Your ears pierced?”
Jill nodded. “Yes sir.”
“Take off the right earring you’re wearing.”
Jill removed the hoop earring and handed it over. The man gave her a tag with a post and she pushed the thick stud through her earlobe. The weight was negligible, but she could certainly feel it.
“And do you have a pair of fair shoes?” Jack asked.
The man grinned. “Of course. White?”
Jack nodded, then turned toward Jill. “The heels might not be suitable for walking around, so if you’ll please take them off you can exchange them for something more comfortable.
Jill smiled. “Yes Master. Thank you for thinking of my comfort,” she replied.
Jack laughed as she bent down and began unstrapping the delicate stilettos she wore. Finally they came free and she stepped out of them. Picking them up, she handed them over to the man behind the counter and he handed her back a pair of flip flops with a thick sole that rose upward at the heel. She slipped them on and smiled at Jack.
“You’re right sir. These are much more comfortable. I don’t feel like I’m about to fall over.”
Jack nodded. “The right shoe for the right environment.” His eyes drank her in and he grinned again. “As good as the dress looked on you, I find you naked to be even more intoxicating.”
Jill beamed and she resisted the urge to hug him again. “Thank you, Master.”
Jack took her arm and drew her away from the end of the line and back to where Jimmy and Penny waited. Jimmy had attached a leash to Penny’s collar, but she looked totally fine with the situation.
“Where too?” Jimmy asked.
“You’re not hungry, are you?” Jack asked.
Jimmy shrugged. “I’m always hungry, but no, not for lunch. And there is fair food everywhere.”
Jack laughed. “So I figure we go down Spunk Street,” he said.
Jimmy considered it, then glanced at Jill and Penny. “Sure. It will give the girls something to do, and something for us to watch.”
They started walking and turned to the right, following other fair goers. The first thing Jill noticed was the scent of cooking meats. A number of vendors were walking around with skewers of barbecue for sale, pretzels, and other munchables easily available. Jill’s mouth watered. Half of the things she saw she’d never even tasted before. One man had little sticks of fruit and Jack noticed her intense gaze and he laughed, buying her one.”
“It’s called watermelon,” he said as she sucked on the piece of red flesh. Her eyes sparkled.
“It’s amazing!” She gushed, a little bit of juice falling to her chest. She blushed and tried to brush it off but Jack leaned down and ran his tongue over her breast and into her cleavage, drawing a delighted laugh from Jill.
As they approached the first real tents Jill began to hear the soft cries of girls in various states of distress and her eyes widened when she looked into the first tent. It was open along the front with a single rope blocking the entrance. Inside were four sybian stands. Three of the stands held naked, writhing girls, each one bound with her legs wide apart, her delicate bits resting right on the violently vibrating rubber saddle. Jack paused long enough for Jill to watch another fresh girl, a petite brunette, get picked up and settled on the unused sybian. Jill noticed right away that there was a phallic attachment and the poor girl was impaled. Her arms were secured behind her and then her ankles were tied to the sybian frame.
Jack smiled. “It’s a game,” he explained. “You make a bet with the operator as to how long your girl can handle the sybian without exploding. Then he sets the sybian and tries to get the girl to explode before the time her master has set for her.”
Jill blinked. “My goodness!” She exclaimed.
“Have you ever ridden a sybian?” Jack asked curiously.
Jill nodded. “Twice. In a transport truck.”
Penny, who was standing next to Jimmy, snorted. “Transport truck sybians are nothing compared to those things in there.”
Jimmy looked at his girl. “Really? How are they different?”
Penny pointed. “Well first of all, none of the transport truck seats have cocks. So you’ve got that to deal with. Second, those things have much more powerful motors and the guy can adjust the settings. They also massage you, back to front, which the transport truck sybians don’t do.”
Jimmy laughed. “Sounds appealing.”
Penny shrugged. “Hard not to cum with all that going on between your legs.”
Jill looked back at the tent where one of the girls at the far end was clearly in the throes of a massive orgasm. Her body twitched violently as she struggled against the bonds holding her open and down on the sybian. Jill watched with a touch of envy. Clearly the girl was having a good time! If this is what having your endurance tested was going to be like, she was all for it!
“Well, perhaps that might be something for the ladies to try in a bit,” Jack said. “Let’s stroll around first before we jump into anything specific.” He pulled Jill along as Jimmy and Penny followed.
Jill’s eyes widened as they went down Spunk Street, bright flags fluttering and music playing over loudspeakers. It was definitely festive, but each step took her further down a fantasy land of sexual hedonism and it wasn’t long before she was totally discombobulated. There was a tent that stretched for over forty feet and had what the sign proclaimed as a “Massager Coaster” Jill watched as girls were lined up, their hands cuffed behind their backs, an actual noose placed over their heads, and then each girl was pushed onto what looked like over three hundred powerful massagers lined up in a row. Except there were hills and valleys. There was no way to go but forward and Jill saw that each girl’s noose was adjusted so that in every dip her airway would get constricted. It made Jill wet just watching the girls slide along the coaster, rubbing their slick pussies along the vibrating ride.
Another tent bore a sign called The Tickler. Jill stared in fascination as five girls each straddled a strange mechanical contraption, their breasts pushed through a simple frame. Multiple feathers were mounted on tiny spinning wheels, each positioned so that the soft quills danced around, across, and over each girl’s nipples and clit. Jill watched as one girl couldn't take the soft and sensuous pleasure any longer and she pulled away, only for a thin leather strap to slash out of the machine, striking her across the ass. The girl squealed and immediately repositioned herself.
“She must stay in position until she cums,” Jack whispered into Jill's ear.
Another spot held a High Striker and Jimmy paused there while Jack looked on with indifference.
“I’m going for it,” he said, pulling Penny forward as he shot a grin at Jack.
“Whatever,” Jack said as Jimmy walked up to the man running the booth.
“Hello young man! You look reasonably strong? Are you ready to try your hand and see if you’re strong enough?
Jimmy laughed and pushed Penny forward. “Absolutely.”
Jill watched as Penny was taken over to the side where there was a platform. Several steps led to the top and she was positioned with her legs spread over some sort of long, three inch wide opening. The man running the High Striker secured Penny’s ankles to some clips so she couldn’t move or close her legs and Jill wondered what was going to happen.
Jimmy picked up the massive hammer and gave it a practice swing.
“You’ve got three swings, young man. If you can get the puck to the top you win!”
Jimmy nodded and then without hesitation, slammed the hammer hard into the base of the high striker. It sounded loud and Jill watched as the puck flew upward. It didn’t quite reach the top but then it started coming down in short little increments. Then Jill heard Penny gasp and she looked over at Jimmy’s girl. Penny’s face was contorted in pain and Jill watched as a leather strap came flying out of the narrow slot in the platform and struck Penny directly between the legs. An oily fluid seemed to splatter Penny’s thighs and her hips immediately began thrusting as each time the puck on the high striker came down one notch the belt swung up fast and hard, slapping into the poor girl’s quickly reddening pussy.
“Oh my God,” Jill said, clutching at Jack’s arm. “That looks like it hurts.”
“I’m sure it does, but it’s good for her,” Jack said. “It’s good tenderization.”
Jill looked up at Jack. “Uh… Master? Is Penny going to be…” her voice trailed off.
Jack looked down at her as Penny’s groans changed into cries. “You mean is she on the menu? That’s up to Jimmy. But my guess is yes.”
“Oh,” Jill said in a small voice. She blinked a tear away. It was one thing knowing the friends you made were destined for one fate, but to be present at it was another thing. One of the small blessings of growing up at Castleberry Farm was that when you were of age you were loaded onto a transport truck and taken to the auction. Grade A Prime girls rarely got sold in batches and as a result you were usually separated from anyone you knew. That was just the way it was.
“Will I have to… you know… watch?” She asked.
Jack gave her a questioning glance. “Do you want to?” He asked curiously.
Jill frowned, her eyes still on Penny. Jimmy hit the high striker again and the puck shot up to the top once more. The belt lashed out, slapping at Penny’s sex over and over.
“I’m not sure,” she said finally. “I suppose I should, just for friendship’s sake. Right?”
Jack smiled. “I’ll make sure you get to see it then. Presuming Jimmy decides to go that route.”
“Sometimes he doesn’t?”
Jack shrugged. “He gets the girls for free from his father’s company so he’s got an endless selection. It’s a perk. Occasionally he finds one with a personality almost as engaging as her physical perfection. He’ll take her home then.”
Jill smiled. “Do you find me engaging?” She asked whimsically.
Jack barked out a laugh. “Of course!
Jill hugged his arm, then lifted her head. “Would it surprise you to know I’m wet?”
He gazed into her eyes but his hand slid down her body and Jill stiffened as his fingers found the damp spot between her legs. “Oh my, you are.” He said. “I guess we’ll have to find something for your little pussy to enjoy, yes?” He looked back at Jimmy, who was about to hammer the puck upward one more time. Penny looked strained.
“Jimmy, are you done yet?” Jack asked loudly.
Jimmy turned and looked over his shoulder. “No. Why?”
Jack pointed at Jill. “My girl needs some specialized attention.”
Jimmy laughed and turned back to the high striker. “Well, you’re more than welcome to see if you can beat my score.” Then he hammered the target downward. The puck shot up and rang the bell. Some horns tooted loudly and as the puck began to descend the leather strap swung up out of the slot and began slapping wetly against Penny’s bright red sex. Every time the oil soaked belt landed she jerked and whined, whimpering with the pain of it.
Jill looked up at Jack and realized he was actually contemplating taking Jimmy up on his challenge. Her eyes widened but then she saw him shake his head lightly. She let out a breath. She wasn’t sure if she could handle the same sorts of abuse that Penny was dealing with.
They waited for the puck to finish its descent, the leather strap striking Penny firmly each time and when it finally was over the High Striker man released the braided brunette who stumbled into Jimmy’s arms with a sob.
“Did it hurt?” He asked.
“Yes, Master” Penny said through her tears.
Jimmy smiled. “Good. It was good tenderization for that juicy little pussy.” He looked over at Jack. “So I’m guessing you won’t put that little scrumptious morsel up on the high striker?”
Jack laughed. “Honey before glass, Jimmy. Trust me.” He turned and started walking. Jill’s eyes were drawn again to the various tents around them. One booth had real wooden horses, each one mounted with a writhing, gasping naked girl, their bare and oiled slits sliding back and forth on the hard and pointed edge of their horse’s spine. One girl even had her feet cruelly weighted so that the wooden ridge would bite deeper into her sex. Jill gulped at the thought of riding one of those but Jack kept going.
“You’ll have to stay on thirty seconds or, so help me God, you’ll be riding one of those damned wooden horses we saw at that last booth!” A man said nearby. Jill jerked a little as the gruff voice filtered over her. She turned and looked and saw an overweight man standing next to a very naked and quite noticeably pregnant woman. It surprised Jill to see the breeder, but even more shocking was the fact that two girls stood in front of them, looking into the booth. Both girls were just as naked, but the familial resemblance was strong to both the breeder and the man.
“Private breeders,” Jack said softly, his tone disapproving.
Jill glanced back as the smaller of the two girls, her frame barely showing a pair of budding breasts, was pushed forward. She looked into the booth. The floor was actually a thick, soft padding and in the center was a strange looking object. At first Jill thought it was a sybian on some sort of mechanical arm, but she realized a moment later that while two dildos did seem to be coming out of the back of the… well… whatever it was, it wasn’t a sybian. She stopped and looked up at Jack.
“What is it?” She asked curiously. Jack laughed.
“Bucking Bronco. It’s a ride. The girl gets on, poked in both holes, and her hands are bound behind her back while they attach some pretty intensive nipple clamps to her breasts,” Jack began. Jill looked back over. The tiny girl was literally being lifted up onto the bronco and the man setting her down really didn’t give her the opportunity to make sure she was ready. He just jammed her down on the double cocks and the girl let out an agonized moan as her tiny butt wiggled. The man grabbed her hands and hauled them back behind her, then tied them off with a piece of leather thong. Then to Jill’s surprise, a pair of retractable cables were pulled from the “head” of the bucking bronco. Each was capped with what appeared to be a clover clamp and the booth master grabbed hold of the girl’s tiny tit, squeezed it roughly, and positioned the steel pincer over her nipple. He did the second side and Jill watched as the girl cried.
Jimmy stepped up close with Penny. “Gosh, that one’s young,” he said. Penny nodded.
“I doubt she’s even of age,” Penny added.
That made Jill gasp. “What? She’s underage?”
Jack put a restraining hand on Jill. “Hey, as long as a female has gone through adolescence and is menstruating, she’s technically legal and of age.” He gave her a little wry smile. “It’s just that most men prefer our women to be…”
“Women,” finished Jimmy. “That girl is like an under ripe banana. She’s almost the right shape and size, but she’s not quite ready to be eaten.” He glanced at Penny and grinned. “I like mine lush and over ripe.”
Jack laughed. “Well said,” he told his friend. He tugged on Jill. “Come along. There’s no need for you to watch this. That girl is going to get fabulously vibrated between the legs, all while being jerked around on the bronco getting her nipples ripped off. If she’s lucky she manages the thirty seconds her owner has ordered. If she fails…” he shrugged. “That’s life. Now let’s move along.”
The next booth was just as amazing to Jill. Four women, each bound spread-eagled on a rope harness were positioned across from four high pressure water sprayers. Jill watched as the booth manager began putting clothespins on the girls, attaching the cruel wooden pegs to every available nipple, clit, and all over their breasts and labia. There must have been at least twenty-four clothespins on each woman.
“Begin!” shouted the booth manager and Jill watched as four men standing at the front of the booth picked up their water sprayers and opened fire on the girls opposite them.
“The point,” Jack said to Jill, “is to knock all the clothespins of your girl first. The winner gets half the pot.”
Jimmy grinned. “I’ll play if you play,” he said, nudging Jack.
Jack sighed as Jill froze again. Jack glanced at Jimmy even as the girls exchanged a look. “Well…” Jack said with indecision.
Penny grabbed Jimmy. “Please? My pussy isn’t up for that. Not after the high striker! Look at what that strap did to my clit!”
Jimmy looked down at Penny’s pussy and he cupped his hand over her, sticking his middle finger deep into her well. Penny gasped and grabbed his arm as he fingerfucked her.
“You’ll do what I tell you,” Jimmy said, “and I’ll try to make the end of this little adventure something exciting for you.” He pulled his finger out of Penny and then pushed it into her mouth. She sucked it obediently, but Jill could see a little surge of anger running through the braided brunette.
Jack sighed. “Look, no need to get all aggressive,” he said to Jimmy. “If it will appease you, then yes. We can do the water sprayer.”
Jill’s eyes widened and she looked up at Jack. “What?” she gasped.
He looked down at her. “What? It’s just some clothespins and a bit of cold water. You can handle that, right?”
Jill suddenly remembered the matron telling her “endurance”. She frowned but nodded. “Of course, Master. I can handle that sort of thing easily.”
Jack smiled. “Of course you can.” He took her elbow and the two couples walked over to the booth. They had to wait in line as the girls on the rope harnesses were removed and when it was their turn Jill and Penny were taken behind the counter and quickly bound with their arms and legs spread wide.
Jill’s chest heaved as she tried to mentally prepare for the coming torment. She watched with growing alarm as the booth master first clamped Penny, then moved to her. The first clothespin went on Jill’s clit and she cried out as the pain of it shot up through her body. Then the man put the next two right on her delicate nipples. More acute discomfort shot through her and she could feel her nipples throbbing. Then the booth master began putting the clothespins in a circle around her breasts and finished by hanging the last few off her labia.
It hurt. Not terribly, but bad enough that Jill wanted to cry. The cuffs she was wearing that held her open were unrelenting and try as she might she couldn’t bring her arms down to cover herself, much less tear off the clothespins. Across from her, she saw Jack getting into position, lifting the water sprayer and aiming it right at her sex.
Jill blinked and she never even heard the booth master calling for the men to open fire. It just happened. One moment she was staring at Jack, their eyes meeting across the ten feet of open space and the next a stinging cold impact struck her along the thigh. Jill gasped loudly as the spray moved and centered on her sex, blasting hard.
The clothespins hurt, but nothing like the pressure washer stream hitting her skin. The stream struck her labia and she felt the clothespins being ripped off her folds with tiny movements of Jack’s sprayer. Water splattered everywhere, even into her face and she cried out as the stream focused on her clit for a moment. She didn’t even feel it when Jack successfully knocked the clothespin off her clitoris. Then the stinging stream came upward, across her belly and up to her breasts. Jill let out a choked cry and struggled hard against the bonds holding her open. It was an involuntary response, her body’s way of trying to protect itself. Instead it felt as if a hundred pins had been stuck into her boobs. The clothespins along the outer edges flew and then Jack focused on the last two, the ones sticking directly out from her poor nipples.
Jill let out a sob as the pain racked her body into spasms. She’d never felt anything as acutely painful as the high pressure spray directed at her breasts. Castleberry Farm had a strict disciplinary code and Jill had been a good girl, never meriting anything worse than a spanking and a few strokes of the leather sap on her clit. This was much, much worse.
“DAMN!” Jimmy said, throwing down his sprayer as the water cut off. Jill blinked water out of her eyes, not sure if it was tears or spray from Jack’s water gun. She looked over at Penny. The brunette’s head was hanging and she was trembling hard. Two clothespins still hung from her body, one on her labia and another on her right nipple, the same nipple that had gotten tagged. Jill finally glanced down at herself. All of the clothespins that had been hung on her had been knocked off, littering the ground at her feet. Jack had a huge grin on his face and Jimmy looked surly.
The booth master came down the row, a thick towel in his hand and he quickly dried off Jill’s naked body. Then he released Jill first, a tiny act of cruelty that Jill realized was designed to hurt the girls who still were clamped. Her ankles were released first, then her hands and the booth master helped her around the counter to where Jack was waiting. She fell into his arms, still crying and he held her tight.
“There, there. You did so well, kitten.” He was warm and she breathed in his scent.
“Thank you, Master.” She sobbed. “It hurt so much.”
Jack chuckled. “Oh no. That was barely a touch and you handled it well.”
Jill smiled, her eyes closed, reveling in his words of praise.
“I want to please you Master. To prove that I really am worthy,” she whispered.
Jack patted her shoulder. “I know that. I really do.”
Jimmy came up a moment later. He was frowning. Penny stood shaking next to him. Her breasts were a delicate shade of pink and her loins were even redder. Jill stepped back from Jack and looked down at herself. She too bore the obvious marks of the sprayer. Her breasts were the same shade as Penny’s, but her pussy was definitely a lighter color.
“You cheated,” Jimmy accused, pointing at Jill’s tag. “You deliberately put that in her ear, knowing you’d beat me.”
Jack held up the winnings and divided it in half. He gave it to Jimmy, who took it with an aggressive snarl and jammed the money in his pocket.
“Now it’s my turn to select what the girls get to do,” Jack said. Jimmy just shrugged. Jack turned and they continued down the concourse. Jill didn’t want to look at what tortures were being inflicted on the girls to their left and right, but the occasional cry of agony made it impossible not to.
They passed a booth that sported a five foot long crankshaft studded with unevenly spaced leather paddles. It boggled Jill until a slightly older teen with incredible legs was pushed into a chair in front of it. A steel pipe came up under her bottom, horizontal and parallel to the crankshaft spanker. Velcro straps were used to secure her legs to the pipe, spreading her open in the splits. Jill watched with amazement as the chair holding the girl tipped backward on some sort of built in rail, then rose until her body, from one ankle to the other, was within reach of the rapidly spinning paddles. The sounds of leather striking flesh filled the air and Jill realized that while the girl's thighs and calves were getting smacked occasionally, the bright pink slit between her legs was getting three times as many blows.
The next booth was a hair style place! Two chairs, each fitted with straps, leg spreaders, and massive, uncomfortable looking corkscrew vibrators stuck out of the seats. The sign promised to shave your girl clean, trim eyebrows, and dye hair. Jill looked away and kept her eyes on Jack. Finally he stopped and said “here.”
Jill took a deep breath. The booth had a sign that said “Lickety Split”. Inside there were five tables set up and on each one a naked girl was lying on her back, her feet strung up and suspended to a bar crossing the top of the tent. Their legs were spread wide, but Jill felt a sudden thrill as she realized that instead of torture, each table had another girl kneeling at the end, her face buried in the slit of the girl on the table top.
Jack stepped right up. “Got room?” He asked the booth master. The man looked down the row and grinned.
“In just about a minute,” he said, smiling at Jill. “Any extras?” he asked Jack, nodding toward Jill.
Jack smiled. “The TENS Unit I think, the full set. Level five.”
The man’s eyes widened. “I see. Well certainly.” He gave Jill a curious smile. “Test your focus, shall we?”
Jill had no idea what Jack and the booth master were talking about but she smiled back anyway. Whatever it took to please Jack.