﻿Alisha is sent to the Farm

by LorenzoMarks



Category: NonConsent/Reluctance
Published: 2014-12-17
Updated: 2016-11-14
Packaged: 2018-06-01 17:53:04
Chapters: 4
Words: 56,413
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/alisha-is-sent-to-the-farm-pt-01
Author URL: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1542743&page=submissions
Summary: 
1. Life begins at the bottom of the food chain!
2. From Law Intern to Beast of Burdern.
3. Her shame and misery deepen while her future is decided.
4. An unexpected visitor.

Erotica Tags: Blowjob, Bondage, Breast Enlargement, Caning, Enema, Exercise, Exhibitionism, Fetish, Forced Labor, Forced Orgasm, Forced Orgasms, Human Cow, Humiliation, Interracial, Maledom, Milking, Mind Control, NonConsent/Reluctance, Pig Play, Pony Girl, Shaming, Shaving, Spit-Roast, Torment, Watersports, Whipping

Average Rating: 4.35





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 01

Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 02

Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 03

Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 04




    Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 01


_Author's Note: If you want to find out how Alisha was originally blackmailed into submitting to this nightmare world of subjugation, please read 'Annabel and Mr. Nash - Part Six'. 

Many thanks to 'Regressednegress' for her imaginative contributions to this ongoing story._ 

***** 

Chapter One 

"There has been a change of plan regarding your future," Darius Nash announced. 

Alisha stood before him, as naked as the day she was born, with her legs apart and her hands clasped behind her neck. Nash had instructed her to strip and assume the humiliating pose because he said he wanted to check on the progress of her underarm hair. Two weeks earlier, the perverted old fuck had instructed Alisha to stop shaving her armpits so that they would match the considerable bush flourishing between her thighs. To her consternation, the thick hair sprouting from her previously smooth armpits had grown at an astonishing rate, which to Nash's obvious amusement made her look more like the savage that he was trying to turn her into. 

"Annabel is going to be very busy now, so your lesbian relationship shall cease forthwith." 

Our relationship? Alisha seethed. Having to lick Annabel's vagina made Alisha feel physically ill! Obviously they had been forced into having sex together by Nash, and yet here was the horrible little man insinuating that they were actually willing lovers! 

"As for you," he went on, "Your reconstruction is going to take place elsewhere." 

Alisha swallowed. Reconstruction? What does that mean? 

"You remember my friend, Tom Craddock?" Nash asked. "Yes, of course you do - you sucked his cock last weekend." 

Alisha inwardly winced at being reminded of the revolting and demeaning act as Nash continued, "Well, his cousin Jacob has a small farmstead upstate, and I have decided that you are going to be placed under his guardianship for a couple of weeks. If you are entitled to any vacation time, take it. If not, well you'll have to feign sickness or maybe invent a family emergency. I'm sure you'll think of something, you're a very resourceful girl." 

Alisha struggled to assimilate this sudden change of events. She was still in a permanent state of shock over her newly acquired slave-like status, but now she was being informed that she was going to be handed over to yet another twisted master! 

"I'm going to work on a farm?" 

Nash grinned wickedly. "Eventually, yes. But the first few days will be spent - how can I put it? - 'altering' you." 

Altering? Another sinister and bewildering word. 

"I don't understand," Alisha said, truthfully. Having this conversation with this overweight, middle-aged white man was difficult enough without being forced to stand naked before him. 

"I like to think of it as an experiment," Nash explained. "You are a fascinating young lady, Alisha. I admire your strength, both physical and mental, not to mention your exceptional beauty. You are ambitious and have fought your way up out of the gutter, and you are determined to get to the top. But as you have already discovered, I and my friends take a great deal of pleasure in breaking high and mighty young ladies like yourself, and as you will also learn, Tom's cousin is extremely accomplished at this." 

"But why?" Alisha said, hating herself for even thinking of bargaining with this despicable beast. "Can't I spend my weekends here serving you, as we agreed?" 

My God, she thought woefully. Am I really saying this? 

"'Why'?" Nash pondered her question. "Well that's the whole point of the game isn't it? We want to see how you fight us, observe your suffering, find out what you're really made of. Who knows? If you come through as an even stronger woman, you might even be grateful for this test of character." 

He's mad! Totally unhinged! And there's nothing I can do! 

"What will happen to me?" Alisha's words sounded lifeless to her. The well of despair into which she had fallen had suddenly become bottomless. 

"Basically," Nash said, "Jacob is going to revert you back to a 'less-than- human' status, to the point where you will barely be able to recognize yourself. After which, he will gradually rebuild you in the new mold that we have decided for you." 

Less than human! Alisha's head began to swim as the significance of his words sank in. 

"But my work?" she mumbled. "My career?" 

"That will all be waiting for you after your stay at the farm. After a couple of weeks there, our agreement will revert back to weekends only, as before. However, it will be interesting to see whether the changes Jacob makes will overspill into your professional and personal life. A challenging examination of your willpower, don't you think?" 

I can't do this! Alisha thought in a panic. She had already been subjected to some of the most degrading humiliations imaginable. Now it appeared that her ordeal was going to become substantially worse. 

She became aware that she was shaking her head, because Nash said, "You have the right to refuse of course, but you know the consequences if you do. You have to decide. Are you prepared to make this sacrifice for the sake of your career?" 

Alisha could have screamed at the injustice of it all! She wanted to tell him that she had already made countless sacrifices in her life! She had studied hard, saved her money, all to escape from the miserable trap of life in the projects. But this sick bastard was now going to make it all immeasurably tougher for her! 

"It's just for a fortnight," Nash reminded her. "Nobody from your law firm will ever know anything about it - unless you are unable to hide it from them that is." 

Standing naked before her abuser, a tear of anguish rolled down her cheek. She had come this far, so she knew she was going to have to accept whatever fate was planned for her. 

"So," Nash said, crossing his legs and leaning back in his armchair. "What's it going to be?" 

* 

Alisha heard Barclay shut off the engine, and then felt Nash's fingers fumbling with her blindfold. When he had removed it, she squinted in the light and tried to focus. 

After she had unwillingly agreed to Nash's twisted proposal, he had instructed her to call her boss at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. Despite being a little bewildered, he had reluctantly granted her two weeks leave because of Alisha's impeccable record at the company thus far. Even so, it was a blot on her copybook that she could have done without. The main thing however, was that she would still have a job to return to after this latest ordeal was over. A couple more calls to friends and neighbors meant that her apartment would be looked after, and her two week absence wouldn't be questioned. The irony was not lost on Alisha that she was being forced to become an accomplice in her own 'abduction'! 

Satisfied, Nash had also made a phone call, and an hour later Alastair Barclay, Annabel's former butler at Pemberton hall, had turned up in his Honda CV-R. To her consternation, Nash had informed Alisha that they would be leaving immediately and that she would not be needing any spare clothes or personal effects during her stay at Jacob's farm. Everything she needed, he had explained, would be provided for her. She tried not to let her imagination run wild as to what that might actually be! 

Once they had left the city limits and turned onto the interstate, Nash had blindfolded her, presumably so that if at some later date Alisha had a change of heart and decided to go to the police, she would have no idea where the farm was located. Deprived of her watch and cell-phone, she had sat silently beside Nash in the back seat for, she estimated, at least two hours. Then she had listened as the car had turned off the interstate and had begun weaving through some quieter roads. A window had been cracked open, bringing in the unfamiliar tangy smells of the countryside. Now they were here, and as Alisha's eyes adjusted, she saw that they were parked in the forecourt of a white stucco farmhouse. 

"Come on," Nash said, opening the door. "It's time to meet your new master." 

They got out of the vehicle, and Alisha stretched her legs and looked around. The farm appeared to consist of a meadow, a ploughed field, a paddock, a couple of outhouses, and a large pond, all of which was surrounded by dense woodlands. There was absolutely no way of telling where in the world they were! 

So this is to be my home for the next two weeks, she thought miserably. 

The farmhouse door swung open and a stocky man dressed in a straw hat, checked shirt, dungarees, and rubber boots, strode towards them brandishing a bamboo cane. He was followed by that horrible little pig Tom Craddock - with whom Alisha had already had the misfortune of becoming so sexually intimate - and two ruddy faced young men of about Alisha's own age. 

Tom introduced Jacob and his two sons, Matthew and Richard, and they briefly exchanged pleasantries with Nash and Barclay without so much as acknowledging Alisha's presence. Even though her stomach was knotted in dread, Alisha was accustomed to being looked at, and she experienced an irrational stab of unworthiness. She thought back to what Nash had said about reducing her to something 'less than human' and with an internal shudder, wondered if this was how it was going to be from now on - ignored and utterly irrelevant to their white, male world! 

Finally they turned to look at her, and when Jacob spoke, Alisha suddenly wished that she was still being disregarded. 

"So this is the new livestock," he said, appraising her scornfully. "Not quite what I was hoping for." 

A geyser of rage erupted inside Alisha. "What did you just call me?" 

There was a moment of stunned silence amongst the men, before Jacob addressed Nash. "I thought you'd been preparing her. Still plenty of resistance, I see." 

"That's why I've brought her," Nash said. "Nobody does this better than you." 

"And I think I'd better get to work as soon as possible," Jacob said, and unexpectedly lashed out with the cane, landing a stinging blow across Alisha's thighs. Never in her twenty years had Alisha felt such intense pain! She cried out and doubled over as Jacob said, "You don't speak unless I tell you to, you arrogant bitch!" 

Alisha was so stunned at the speed and violence of the attack that she just looked at him open-mouthed. There was a venomous look in his eyes that chilled her to the bone. Whereas she found Nash vile and repugnant, this man was altogether terrifying! 

Rubbing her thighs, she took a step backwards, and Nash said, "Remember your predicament, Alisha. The same rules apply up here. If you fail to cooperate, your career in the city is over." 

Alisha was about to reply, but then her shoulders slumped in defeat. Somehow she was going to have to find a way of enduring the abuse of this horrible man. Whatever monstrosities they had planned for her, she would have to hold on to the thought of her future, and how hard she had already worked just to get her foot on the ladder. She just prayed that she would have the strength of character to do it. 

Chapter Two 

"Are you going to behave?" Nash asked. 

Alisha nodded and took a deep breath, her ample bust rising under her sweater. 

"No more talking back? You'll obey Jacob's commands without hesitation or question?" 

Again she nodded her head, chin raised slightly in defiance, her dark, almond- shaped eyes blazing with hatred. 

"Look at that face!" Richard chuckled. "She's a fighter, isn't she?" 

"I'll soon beat that out of her," Jacob muttered, swishing his cane through the air and making Alisha flinch. "Yeah, you didn't like that at all, did you? Wait till you get it across your bare ass!" 

Alisha looked at him, alarmed, and Jacob said, "Oh, yes, you heard right. Barnyard animals don't wear clothes, and until you prove yourself worthy of being human, neither will you. Now strip naked!" 

With a look of alarm, Alisha opened her mouth to protest, but Nash waggled his finger at her. "Uh-uh. Think carefully, Alisha." 

For a moment the wretched girl seemed to go though a mental tug of war as she debated whether to cross this terrifying threshold. Alastair could clearly understand why. Even though he, Nash and Tom were already privy to Alisha's lovely body, having to expose herself to three more leering rubes in the open country air would be an altogether new experience. He couldn't imagine what she must be thinking right now. 

"Last chance, Alisha," Nash admonished. 

Alisha gave him one last imploring look, before taking the hem of her sweater between her fingers and slowly raising it up over her flat, brown belly. As her cream-colored brassiere came into view, Alastair's penis grew in his underpants. He had seen her naked before of course, when she had been forced to perform that demeaning faux-tribal dance and then put on a lesbian show with Annabel at Nash's place, but watching this agonizingly slow alfresco striptease was proving to be a far bigger turn on. 

As she pulled the sweater over her head, she shook her hair free, making her enormous breasts wobble splendidly. After a brief hesitation she reached for the button on her jeans, but Jacob said, "Bra next." 

Alisha's hands hovered in front of her as she again contemplated her situation. She had to know that if she wanted to keep her future intact, then getting naked in front of these white farmers was inevitable - and yet to do so must have grated against everything that this principled and dignified young city girl had ever stood for. Alastair wondered if she realized that her moral turmoil only served to heighten their pleasure! 

Finally Alisha took a deep breath, reached around behind her, and unhooked her bra. Jacob's two boys actually leaned forward as she pulled the straps down her arms and then took away the two large cups. Still unable to bring herself to expose her bare breasts to them, she held the garment up against her, one arm folded across her chest. 

"For God's sake!" Jacob hissed. "Perhaps you misjudged this one, Darius. It looks like she's going to be too much like hard work." 

"Maybe you're right," Nash sighed. "I would have thought that after all she's been through, this would have been easier for her. Okay Alisha, I've had enough of..." 

"No, wait!" Alisha had the look of a trapped animal, her eyes wide, and her nostrils flaring. Then, looking skywards, she abruptly let go of the cups and allowed the undergarment to fall to her feet. Balling her fists and pursing her lips, Alisha managed to keep her arms by her sides, allowing them all a leisurely view of her wonderfully full, dark breasts, their chunky black nipples already growing hard in the cool breeze. 

"Wow! Those are fucking beautiful!" said Matthew, and Alastair caught himself nodding in agreement. 

* 

"Look at me," Jacob said. 

The last thing Alisha wanted was to face them now that she was topless, but the chilling tone of Jacob's voice suggested that it would be foolish to disobey him. Summoning all of her resolve, she lowered her chin and made eye contact with her new oppressor. Unlike his sons, Jacob wasn't staring at her naked breasts, and to her consternation, Alisha recognized the triumphant look in his eyes as that of a confirmed misogynist! 

Unable to stand the sight of the curling sneer on his lips, she turned her eyes towards Matthew, who was ogling her exposed boobs with such lustful intensity that she had to fight the urge to cover herself again. 

"Shoes and socks, then your jeans," Jacob said, with the quiet authority of a man confident that he had just conquered his prey. 

Alisha turned her now-glistening eyes back to him and, noting the threatening way he was caressing his cane, crouched down and slipped out of her flats. She instinctively held one arm across her dangling breasts to stop them from swaying as she tugged off her socks, and then she straightened up and popped the buttons on her jeans. She could feel her heart pounding as she awkwardly pulled the denim down over her thighs and calves before leaving them with the gradually growing pile of clothing at her feet. 

Now she was only wearing a pair of plain white boxers - after her previous experiences at Nash's house, she had been loathe to wear anything that he might deem as sexually provocative, although deep down she knew it made no difference to these nasty men what she was wearing, because it was all going to go. Even so, she made a last-ditch attempt to stand her ground - if Jacob wanted her to take them off, he would have to say so. 

He did. "What are you waiting for? Get those ugly knickers off!" 

Despite having tried to prepare herself mentally for this, Alisha found herself in an emotional turmoil as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her boxers. Was she was really doing this? Stripping naked beside a country meadow in front of a group of lecherous white men? 

As she reluctantly worked her underwear down her legs, the face of her boss and mentor at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon unexpectedly popped into her mind. He had once complimented Alisha upon her dignity and poise in the office - God forbid what he would think if he could see her now! 

Her cheeks burning, Alisha stepped out of her underwear and, reflexively placing her hands over her crotch, waited nervously for the next stage of her ordeal. 

* 

Watching this stunning African-American girl cowering nude in front of these rustic white folk, Darius felt as though he had been whisked back in time a hundred and fifty years! Alisha was now effectively a farm slave, and modern society with its rules and moral standards had absolutely no relevance on this private and isolated piece of land! 

For his part, Jacob was the ideal nemesis for Alisha, a cold-hearted woman- hater and bigot who represented everything that she would abhor in a man. It would be fascinating to observe how this unequal relationship was going to evolve. 

"Hands behind your head," Jacob said. 

For a moment it looked as though Alisha was physically incapable of complying, because when she attempted to move her hands away she immediately panicked and put them back in front of her pubes. Darius opened his mouth to warn her again, but seeing him, Alisha quickly stammered, "Okay, I...just ... give me a second." 

Despite his stern expression, Darius was actually finding Alisha's agitation most titillating. Her reluctance to expose herself was only adding to his excitement! There was still a chance that she would grab her clothes and make a run for it, but Darius was confident that wasn't going to happen after everything she had already endured. 

Sure enough, after taking an other deep breath, Alisha willed her arms slowly upward and then clasped her hands together at the back of her head. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the clucking of the hens in the yard as the group of men ogled Alisha's nude form. 

Finally Matthew giggled, "Holy crap! Look at those hairy armpits!" 

"She's a fucking native!" Richard exclaimed. 

Even though he had seen her naked before, Darius had to agree that Alisha presented an erotically primitive picture. He savored every detail of her well-toned body, her muscular thighs, the clearly defined abs on her drum- tight stomach, her exceptionally large but very firm breasts, her deliciously round ass, and under a lush covering of curly black pubic hair, her prominent vulva. 

But for Darius, the best part was the anguished expression in her lovely dark eyes. The shame she was feeling right now had to be almost unbearable, and yet here she stood, displaying her nakedness to these white strangers. 

How desperately she must want to protect her career! 

Jacob stepped forward to examine her more closely, and although Alisha wobbled slightly on her bare feet, she managed to stand her ground. The farmer circled her slowly, tapping his cane lightly against her legs and buttocks before coming to a halt in front of her. Significantly, Alisha averted her eyes.  "She looks strong enough," Jacob said. "I'll give her that much." 

"We could put her to work in the fields, Pa," Richard suggested. 

"Not yet," Jacob replied. "This one will start at the bottom of the food chain. She'll move up when she proves she deserves it." 

Even as warped as he own mind was, Darius couldn't imagine what the bottom might be - but he quickly found out when Jacob said, "She can spend an hour or so in the compost - see how she likes that." 

Chapter Three 

They walked to the far side of the meadow, Alisha leading the way with her hands stills clasped behind her head so that they could all admire the seductive roll of her generous buttocks. Alastair took up the rear, once again unable to believe his good fortune. After spending the best part of his life as a frustrated bachelor, he was now an active participant in the sexual humiliation of not one, but two stunningly beautiful young women! And thanks to Nash and his perverted circle of acquaintances, he was witnessing depravities that he could never have imagined in even his most disgusting sexual fantasies! Were they really going to make this self-respecting young law intern sit naked in a stinking compost heap? 

As they neared the tree line, the heady stench of decay drifted towards them, and immediately, Alastair and Nash produced handkerchiefs which they pressed to their noses. Alisha too, forgetting her instructions, automatically put her fingertips against her nostrils. 

"Hands behind your head!" Jacob barked, tapping her on the ass with his cane. Turning towards Alastair, he added, "You get used to the smell after a while - I'm sure our slave will eventually!" 

Peering into the enclosure, Alastair now understood why it had been situated so far away from the farmhouse. Surrounded by dilapidated, moss-covered wooden fencing, the compost heap consisted largely of dead grass and weeds, rotting vegetables, and food waste. Even through his scented handkerchief, he found the stink overpowering. 

"Okay, girl," Jacob said. "Climb in." 

Alisha tuned to face him with wide eyes. "You're joking! I'm not getting in there!" 

"Oh, yes you are," Jacob snarled menacingly. 

"But..." Alisha started desperately, but she was cut short as Jacob whipped his cane across her right ass cheek. 

"Yah!" Alisha screamed, bringing up her leg defensively. 

"Get in there right now, or I'm going back to my farmhouse and we're done," Jacob said. 

Alisha let out a hopeless sob and shook her head. "Please don't make me do this..." 

"Ok, that's it! Sorry Darius, I've got better things to do with my time than argue with this snooty cow!" Jacob said, abruptly turning on his heel. 

"What a shame," Nash said to Alisha through his handkerchief. "And you'd come so far, too." 

Alisha let out an exasperated moan and took a huge lungful of air before, cheeks bulging and lips sealed, she put her hands on the rickety fencing and then climbed over the top. 

Alastair watched entranced as the naked black girl dropped down into the revolting heap of refuse, her bare legs sinking in up to her knees. She did her best to hold her breath, but the smell was so overpowering that it was only a few seconds before she involuntarily dry-heaved and then breathed in a lungful of fetid air. 

It was yet another sight to behold for Alastair as he recalled the many times he had served Alisha drinks beside the pool at Pemberton Hall. Now she was standing stark naked in a compost heap, trying not to throw up in front of her captivated audience - and this was just the beginning! 

* 

The assault on Alisha's senses was overwhelming. Her nostrils were filled with the foul stench of rotting vegetation, manure, and God knew whatever else was down there, and she could feel something slimy squelching between her bare toes! 

Oh, God! This is so gross! she thought, mortified, and then involuntarily retched again. 

Through watery eyes, she could see her spectators grinning at her and she realized that she must be presenting a crude but also amusing picture standing up to her knees in this filth without a stitch on! The fact that she had allowed herself to be put in this vile situation was still beyond her comprehension, but now that she was here, she willed herself to endure it for as long as possible - she just hoped that it wouldn't be for too long! 

But that wish was ruthlessly crushed a moment later when Jacob said to her, "Now this is a working farm and you're going to have to earn your keep. We need to aerate the compost, something the earthworms down there normally do, so while you are in there you can help them by stirring it all up." 

Alisha's jaw dropped. What did he mean? Did he want her to put her hands into that moldering heap of shit? Unfortunately for Alisha, she couldn't have been more horribly wrong. 

"Down on your hands and knees," Jacob said casually, prompting a high-pitched snigger from Nash who, adding to Alisha's dismay, had now produced his trusty Canon Sure Shot camera. 

Alisha remained motionless, suddenly feeling unsteady on her feet. This simply could not be happening! And yet, as much as she tried to convince herself that this was all just a horrible nightmare, there was no denying the sensation of the cool air on her exposed skin, the background chorus of birdsong, and the very real presence of these insane men gawping hungrily at her naked form. 

"I said, get down now!" Jacob shouted, whipping the cane down onto the fence. The sharp crack snapped Alisha back to attention, and with a pitiful whimper she slowly bent her knees and then stretched out her trembling arms before plunging them into the decaying pile. Down at this level the stench was even more offensive and Alisha turned her face away and heaved again. 

"Get going!" Jacob said. "I want you to keep crawling around until I tell you to stop." 

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, with her nipples dragging across the canopy of rotted cabbage leaves and old potato skins, Alisha began to crawl like an animal for them. Aware of their beady eyes on her exposed backside, she moved cautiously, afraid of what she might be putting her hands and knees into. Without the protection of any clothing, she really did feel like a lowly beast, and she shuddered to think of what she must look like. Thank God Nash hadn't invited the rest of her friends up here to witness her ultimate downfall! 

As she made her way gingerly through the stinking compost, Alisha recalled Nash's words back at his house - they were going to reduce her to something 'less than human'. Well, surely there wasn't anything worse than this, was there? Crawling around in putrefying filth, stark naked like a hungry pig, had to be the absolute rock bottom! Somewhere in the back of her tortured mind, she reminded herself that if she could somehow manage to stomach this heartless and degrading treatment, everything else they had to offer surely had to pale into insignificance! 

But once again, Alisha had underestimated just how depraved these people were. As she pushed through the foul refuse trying to inhale as lightly as possible, she heard Jacob say, "Here's something you city slickers probably wouldn't know - a healthy person's urine can be used as a fertilizer in compost." 

She was in such a state of emotional turmoil, that Alisha listened to the ensuing exchange without fully processing its awful implications. 

"Urine?" Nash said. 

"That's correct," Jacob said. "It destroys pathogens and actually keeps the compost sanitary, unlike feces which attracts flies and other parasites." 

"Let me get this straight," Nash said. "You piss into the compost?" 

"Absolutely," Jacob said. "Boys, would you like to give our guests a demonstration?" 

* 

Darius had no idea what a 'pathogen' was, but his dirty imagination told him exactly where this was heading. And as Richard and Matthew eagerly unzipped themselves, it looked as though the penny had dropped for Alisha too! The terrified girl, still half submerged in the decaying waste, stopped in her tracks and looked up in disbelief as the two young men stepped up to the wobbly fence and aimed their limp, white cocks in her direction. 

Anticipating her impending flight, Jacob waved the bamboo cane menacingly, which prompted Darius to add a piece of verbal reinforcement. "Think about your future, young lady." 

Even as her wide eyes were fixed on the two penises, she must have registered the warning, because she remained in place and emitted a despairing wail. 

Excellent! Darius thought to himself. She has descended into a living hell but she is still conscious of the reason why she is here. Just what I was hoping for! 

Matthew broke water first, a yellowish trickle which quickly picked up momentum and turned into a looping arc that splashed onto Alisha's back. The stricken girl flinched and yelled as if she had been electrically shocked, shuffling her body around to protect her face, but in doing so, she unthinkingly presented Mathew with a another beautiful target in the shape of her lovely big black ass! 

Now Richard was also pissing freely in the open air, and he side-stepped away from his brother so that he could cover the front part of Alisha's body. His watery discharge landed just in front of Alisha, bouncing off the compost and splattering her screwed-up features. By leaning backwards, he increased the trajectory of his urinary attack and succeeded in hitting her dangling breasts. The contact caused Alisha to jump backwards, only for Matthew's micturition to hit her on the back of her head, soaking her long hair. 

All the while, Darius was filming through his Sure Shot, and as the beautiful black girl became steadily drenched in piss, he felt his hard-on intensifying. As poor Annabel had learned to her cost, he wasn't above a little watersports play himself - he found something deeply stimulating about forcing a hygienic, morally upstanding woman into playing in her own - or even better, a complete stranger's - bodily waste! 

As the two brothers' watery assault gradually diminished in strength, Darius lowered his camera and gazed enraptured at the sobbing, gasping wreck that Alisha had so quickly been transformed into. 

Chapter Four 

The sun had dipped behind the tree line and the fall air cooled Alisha's nude body while she continued to burrow through the stinking compost. Her cruel audience had retired to the house a while ago, but Jacob had issued a warning that she should continue to crawl around in there until she was given permission to get out. 

Dazed and confused, she had numbly obeyed, feeling the boys' urine gradually drying on her skin as the shadows had lengthened. Although the stench still burned in her nostrils, she realized that she must have started to become accustomed to it because her dry-hacking episodes had become less frequent. This knowledge did little to comfort her because the tiny portion of her brain that was still functioning rationally had resolved to do everything in her power to preserve her true personality. This animal that they were forcing her to become would exist only on the farm, and she was determined to shut these hideous experiences out of her mind once it was all over. Coming to accept her treatment, however slightly, was therefore unacceptable to her. 

As she pushed through the muck, her mind kept drifting back to her cozy little apartment in the city where she should now be poring over legal texts in preparation for her upcoming exams. When her two weeks were up she would be behind on her studies for the first time. God forbid she should fail! Her employers had come to expect nothing but the best from her. She visualized herself having to explain herself to her disappointed boss at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. Well, it's like this Martin. Instead of preparing for the exams, I spent the final few weeks crawling around naked in a compost heap - watched by a group of perverted white men, of course! 

A voice brought her back to the present. "So how's our human worm doing, then? Ready to move up the food chain?" 

Lost in her tormented thoughts, Alisha was startled to see Richard and Matthew approaching the enclosure. She stopped crawling and blinked up at them. When they reached the fence, Richard said, "Come on stinky, out you come!" 

Stinky? The insulting nickname echoed in her head as she rose unsteadily to her feet. This was so unfair! These two smirking young men were the ones who had pissed on her naked body! Alisha was a very clean girl, almost obsessively so, but now she was reeking of garbage and dried urine so there was no denying the truth in the horrible bastard's description of her. 

A new bubble of fury welled up inside her but she managed to just about keep her counsel. Then, after disgustedly plucking a piece of eggshell off her thigh, Alisha raised her leg to climb over the fence, leaving one hand between her buttocks to protect any remaining dignity she may have left. Her foot, covered in brown muck, slipped on the moss and she momentarily lost balance. Aware of their eyes on her wobbling breasts, she awkwardly completed the maneuver as modestly as possible. 

Standing before them, she wrapped her arms over her breasts but quickly removed them when she felt the ooze squirming beneath her fingers. Oh, what she would have given for a hot, soapy shower right then! 

It was only after this degrading performance that she noticed that Richard was dangling a silver bell in his hand. She gazed at it, perplexed, trying to fathom its meaning. It was crudely constructed, made of badly shaped tin, large and clunky, but even more concerning was the leather strap threaded through the metal loop at it's top. Intellectually, Alisha comprehended what this disgusting device was intended for, but she was in such a distraught state of mind that she was unable to connect it with her current state of reality. 

"Hands behind your head," Richard commanded, raising the bell while wrinkling his nose in distaste at her foul odor. 

"I..." Alisha began, a kaleidoscope of thought and emotions whirling through her mind. 

Richard grinned at her. "Do we really want to get caned again?" 

Alisha had arrived at the ultimate crossroad. She had spent the last couple of hours crawling around naked in decomposing, stinking refuse, but now she was expected to accept having a cowbell tied around her neck! Could she actually do this? She had thought that the compost heap would have been the worst that they could do, but apart from the earthworms and the cockroaches, she had at least been permitted to endure that awful indignity alone - the specter of having to interact with actual farm animals had been hovering in the back of her mind from the moment of her arrival, but now what were they planning for her? 

Again she thought of her precious career, the humiliations she had already suffered, and that awful man Jacob, with his vicious cane. Trembling, her woeful eyes moist with shame, Alisha slowly placed her hands behind her head. Holding his breath, Richard secured the leather collar around her neck and then stepped back. Alisha could feel the bell, cold between her breasts, but it was the symbolism that hurt the most. 

"Come on, my little heifer," Richard sniggered. "Everybody is waiting for you in the milking shed." 

He waved his arm, keeping his distance, and in the fading light, Alisha reluctantly walked ahead of them, acutely aware of her nakedness again now that she was upright, listening to the tuneless clinking of the cowbell, conscious too of the unsightly tufts of hair sprouting from her armpits, and filled with a brand new dread as they neared the milking shed. 

* 

After a pleasant hour relaxing in front of the fireplace in Jacob's living room, Alastair Barclay was once again itching to get back outside and see how Alisha was getting on. While they had been enjoying their host's twelve-year- old scotch, the poor girl had been left to crawl around naked in the smelly compost all by herself. 

She hadn't even been given the opportunity to disobey in their absence because before departing, Jacob had informed her that he would be observing her from the farmhouse with a powerful pair of binoculars - and he hadn't been bluffing! Periodically, he had left his armchair to ensure that their captive slave was still on all fours moving around through the rotting refuse. 

To Alastair's amazement, she had been doing just that for the entire time! Jacob had even lent him the glasses to have a look, and the girl's face was understandably a mask of misery. And yet, such was Jacob's increasingly tightening grip on her psyche, she had forced herself to stick with it, milling around and around in a demeaning and pointless exercise designed only to fill her with shame, and more importantly, break her spirit. 

Now Jacob was holding up a pale blue torpedo-shaped object that he had just removed from a large cardboard box. "This, gentlemen, contains a rather interesting chemical compound created by Darius' good friend, Doctor Schafer." 

Alastair had heard Darius mention this man before. Apparently he was a deranged and banned doctor who nowadays earned his living giving humiliating and painful medical exams to female prisoners of his like-minded friends. Indeed Miss Annabel who had for many years bossed Alastair around at Pemberton Hall had already undergone one such ordeal - sadly, Alastair had not been present for that one. 

"What is it?" Asked Tom Craddock, eagerly. 

"A pharmacological cocktail containing various psychoactive drugs, including barbiturates and amphetamines, as well as a large and enhanced dosage of prolactin." 

Alastair looked as confused as Tom Craddock, so Nash explained it for them. "The modified prolactin will rapidly stimulate Alisha's milk production whilst dramatically increasing her breast size, while the uppers and downers will put her into an emotional fog, so that her mental faculties will become severely compromised. Furthermore, the whole concoction is highly addictive, which will give Jacob even more leverage during her training period." 

While Alastair was still digesting the heady implications of all this, Craddock said, "How is she supposed to swallow that thing?" 

He had a good point. The capsule was at least four inches long and an inch in diameter. Jacob grinned wickedly. "She's not. It's an anal suppository." 

Craddock let out a choked laugh of surprise. "She's going to have to stick it up her asshole?" 

"Well, as you are about to discover, she won't be able to do it herself," Jacob said. "Somebody else is going to have to insert it into her." 

Before Craddock could volunteer, the heavy oak front door swung open and Matthew stepped inside. "She's in the shed, Pa." 

"Excellent," said Jacob, standing, and handing Alastair the box. "Would you mind carrying this?" 

Alastair nodded dumbly and when he looked inside, he drew a breath of delighted surprise - there were at least another fifty suppositories inside there! 

"Is she going to have to take all of these?" he asked. 

"Yep. One a day, until she's completely and irreversibly hooked," said Jacob. "Shall we?" 

Chapter Five 

Although Jacob had previously outlined his plans for Alisha, Darius had been content with not knowing the details. Even though he planned to enjoy many future hours tormenting both Alisha and Annabel himself, he found it equally thrilling being a spectator, especially when he had no idea what was coming up next. 

As they entered the milking shed, Darius had to stifle a giggle of amusement. Six stalls already occupied by dairy cattle lined the right hand wall, as one would have expected, but at the far end of the building, another separate stall had been constructed, presumably for the sole purpose of accommodating its human occupant. 

It consisted of a wooden dais, surrounded by an iron frame with a center crossbeam, over which Alisha was bent over with her ass in the air and her huge tits hanging unceremoniously beneath her. Her arms had been crossed over behind her back and bound by the elbows and wrists by leather straps which were tightly secured to the metal frame.  But it was the cowbell that almost stopped Darius in his tracks. Roughly fashioned out of tin, it swung from a leather collar around Alisha's neck, clanging away as Alisha looked up at them in alarm. How exquisitely deviant of Jacob to have thought of that! Even the real cows in the shed weren't being subjected to such an indignity! 

Circling behind, Darius saw that Alisha's ankles were also tightly secured so that her legs were forced wide apart, pulling open her buttocks, and exposing her puckered asshole and the meaty labia beneath. She was so neatly secured that any movement was impossible, save wigging her fingers and toes or shaking her head - which she was currently doing with considerable gusto. "Stop! No! Let me out of here!" 

"Struggle to get her in, boys?" asked Jacob as he took the box of suppositories from Alastair and set it on the straw-covered floor. 

"Not at all, Pa," Richard said. "She was quite docile until you all arrived." 

It came as no surprise to Darius that Alisha should be suffering from a fresh surge of shame now that she was harnessed in the milking shed. He had witnessed this with Annabel on many occasions - no matter how many times they were forced to strip naked and perform disgusting acts in front of strangers, each time a new scenario was created, they would react as if it was the first time. It was like pressing an emotional reset button, and it thrilled Darius no end that these hapless wenches could be put through the same level of humiliation over and over again! 

The six cows on the far side of the shed watched their strange new companion curiously as Alisha screamed and bellowed while she struggled against her unforgiving bonds, her pendulous breasts swinging in time with the tuneless bell. Alisha's normally attractive almond-shaped eyes had grown as large as saucers and spittle flew from her curling lips as she vented her disapproval. 

Jacob, as ever, quickly found the means of quietening the stricken girl down. He went over to a wall rack adorned with a variety of sinister-looking items that, from their appearance, could have been equally at home in a barnyard or a torture chamber. He returned with a riding crop in one hand and a steel and leather ensemble in the other. 

Crack! 

It took just one vicious swipe of the crop across Alisha's buttocks to instantly silence the wretched young woman. Then Jacob crouched in front of her tear-streaked face and waved the other object under her nose. 

"This is a steel bridle. We use it to calm down frisky horses. It's much more painful than rubber and it doesn't take long to break even the liveliest of animals. Now if you don't settle down, you'll be wearing this for the rest of the night - and I'll be sure to tie it on extra hard. Now what's it to be? Are you going to behave?" 

With a shuddering sniff, Alisha focused her round eyes on the evil contraption and then gave a slight nod of her head. 

"Fine. Let's get on with it then," Jacob said, straightening up. "We'll start with her medication, so if you'll all gather round her hindquarters, I'll demonstrate how to administer it." 

Darius' cock was jutting against the fabric of his underpants as he joined the rest of them behind Alisha's prone and naked body. He wondered what was going through her mind at this point. On top of the fact that Alisha wouldn't have reckoned on being drugged while she was here, the method of delivery was likely to come as her biggest shock yet! 

* 

Standing to one side of the group for a better view, Alastair felt that familiar surge of excitement as Jacob knelt down between Alisha's parted thighs. Trussed up so securely, Alisha was completely at his mercy, and as she waited anxiously to find out what was going to happen, her muscular black thighs began to quiver. 

I can't believe she's put up with this much already, Alastair mused. She must be really dedicated to her career! 

"Not much to it, really," Jacob said, pointing the tip of the suppository at Alisha's tight asshole. "Need to give it a bit of lubrication first." 

Then, to Alastair's surprise and joy, Jacob spat on her opening and then placed the tip of his thumb against it. Alisha's head came up with a gasp as he worked his thumb around her anus and then applied a little more pressure until the tip of the digit was inside her orifice. 

"Oh!" Alisha moaned, but somehow managed to refrain from saying anything more. 

After working his thumb around for a moment, Jacob put the suppository in place and started to push. Now Alisha did start complaining. "Aah! Stop! Please!" 

"Quit your moaning," Jacob said, "or you'll be gagged - painfully!" 

Alastair watched entranced, as the inch-thick capsule disappeared slowly inside Alisha's body. 

"Got to make sure it's all deep inside to maximize absorption," Jacob said, pressing with both thumbs now. All of a sudden, Alisha's rectum appeared to suck the intruder inside and it was quickly out of sight. At the other end, Alisha emitted an undignified grunt, followed by a groan of despair. 

"It will take a day or two for the effects to kick in properly," Jacob said to his guests. "But Dr. Schafer said that the ingredients are fast-acting, so we should see some results before you go home on Sunday." 

What had Nash told them earlier? Alastair thought. Increased breast size and milk production mixed with mental confusion, all triggered by a highly addictive chemical compound? The poor girl won't know what has hit her! 

* 

Alisha stared rigidly at the shed's main door, trying to avoid their faces as her tormentors returned to the front of the milking stall. Quite apart from the ridiculous and demeaning cowbell chiming away beneath her, she was extremely conscious of the way her large, brown breasts were hanging obscenely downward. On top of that, whatever that bastard Jacob had just inserted into her rectum was making her bowels move and she had to concentrate hard not to push it out. If she disgraced herself in front of them now, that would surely be the end of her! 

"Are we going to milk her now, Pa?" asked Richard. 

"It's too early for her to be producing," Jacob said. "But it won't hurt for you to get in a little practice. It's exactly the same procedure as with the cows, anyhow. You know where the machine is." 

Her mind was in a blur, but even after going through this depraved charade, Alisha couldn't actually believe they were talking about her as if she really were some dumb barnyard animal! 

I am Alisha Royce! I am one of the most promising law interns at Bale, Thomas, Farringdon. I am going to be a hotshot prosecutor one day - and when I do, I swear I will come after these sick fuckers! 

Her internal mantra was interrupted by the sight of Richard squatting in front of her, an impudent grin on his face. "Ready to go, my little milch cow?" 

Alisha drew a breath as two cold steel cups were placed over her dangling teats, and Richard called out, "Fire her up!" There was an electrical whirring sound and immediately the milking cups attached themselves to her nipples and sucked them inside. Richard stood up and wiped his hands together. "All done." 

"Very good, son," Jacob said. "Now there's just one more thing to do. Dr. Schafer says that the quality of her milk will be enhanced if she is kept in a state of sexual arousal whilst lactating - so Darius has brought along one of her toys." 

My toys? What the hell is he talking about? 

The combination of the suction on her sensitive nipples and the plugging up of her rear end, made it difficult to follow the next development, but Nash was only to happy to show her anyway. 

"I think you'll have a lot of fun with this tonight, my dear," he cackled, and to her horror, Alisha saw that he was brandishing an enormous pink vibrator! 

Chapter Six 

The giddy spectacle of his latest human possession bent almost double whilst firmly secured in place, her ass in the air, and stark naked except for the collar and bell, and the milking cups stuck to her breasts, was so crude and arousing for Darius that he could happily have slipped his rock-hard member into Alisha's exposed pussy in front of everyone. 

But he had an image to uphold. His guests were always free to play with his young female captives in public - at Darius' discretion, of course - but he himself would only dally with them in private. Besides, even though he enjoyed farming them out to like-minded friends, ultimately Alisha and Annabel now belonged to him - part of a collection of unfortunate young women that he fully intended to expand. 

So, horny though he was, he would sit back and continue to let Jacob run the show - the man was a master of his art after all - and remain a witness to her steady demise. His sweet little red-headed Annabel would always be available to provide him with release when he got home. 

He handed the gigantic plastic phallus to Matthew and said, "Would you mind doing the honors?" 

The young man was looking rather flushed, and Darius suspected that he had taken something of a shine to the unfortunate black girl who was now at their mercy. Hesitatingly, Matthew unwound the electric cord and plugged it into a wall socket. Then he knelt down behind Alisha and placed the tip of the vibrator against her puffy, dark, labia. 

"Pull her lips apart, boy," Jacob said. "It'll go in easier." 

"He's a bit nervous," Richard giggled. "Hasn't had much experience with women." 

"I'm sure he will have learned plenty by the time Alisha's training period is up," said Darius. 

Although that's an understatement, he thought to himself In just a few days time, I expect this faltering young man will be penetrating all of Alisha's orifices whenever he feels like it - alongside his older brother! 

His eyes wide with curiosity, Matthew slowly parted Alisha's outer labia with his left hand, exposing the pink and glistening interior. As he started to push the enormous dildo inside her, Alisha let out a startled gasp. 

"You're a big girl, you can take it!" Jacob chuckled. "Push it in all the way, Matthew." 

Giving the dildo a little twist, Matthew worked it in a few inches further, stretching Alisha's cunt wider with its bulbous helmet. Darius had selected the device from the collection he had assembled for Annabel at home, and he remembered how much she had shrieked and squealed when he had used it on her. 

Alisha it seemed however, had a more accommodating pussy, and although she was making some rather peculiar noises and strained expressions, Matthew succeeded in inserting the entire ten inches of the vulgar object inside her body. 

"Turn it on, boy," Jacob said to his son. 

The flat base of the electric dildo immediately began to rotate as the sound of its motor joined the low hum of the milking machine. As it twisted inside her cunt, Alisha opened her mouth and let out a low, tormented moan. 

"Full speed, Matthew," Jacob prompted. 

The fascinated young man turned the control up to its limit, causing the vibrator to dance crazily inside Alisha's pussy. The mortified woman quickly began to jerk and writhe under her restricting bonds, her face contorting into a mad expression of passion mixed with shame. 

"Ooh! No! Please turn it off!" 

"As I mentioned earlier, when the lactation medication starts to take effect, the quality of her milk will be increased if she is kept in a constant state of arousal while she is producing," Jacob said, raising his voice over the growing din. "It should sell pretty well." 

"Look at the state of her! She's like a bitch on heat!" Tom Craddock laughed, as Alisha moaned and panted, her body starting to glow with perspiration. As she swung her head wildly, the cow bell clanged to add to the growing noise. 

"How now brown cow," said Richard. "How about giving us a little 'moo', huh?" 

"Yes, good idea!" Tom Craddock clapped his hands in delight. "Tell the other cows how happy you are!" 

* 

From somewhere within the confusing mists of humiliation and unwanted lust that had consumed her, the part of Alisha's mind that remained coherent somehow registered the ludicrous and demeaning command. Now outrage joined the myriad conflicting emotions she was experiencing. 

Even though the giant plastic vibrator was making her involuntarily grunt and gasp, she was absolutely determined not to comply with Richard's cruel suggestion. To imitate the sound of these farmyard beasts would be like a tacit admission that she really was indeed no longer human! And it was her humanity that she was desperately clinging to now. These vile white men were trying to make her lose her mind, so that when she was allowed to return to the real world, the old, proud, respected, and happy Alisha Royce would cease to exist. Already, she realized, this had come down to a frantic mental battle for survival! 

"You heard Richard," Jacob said from behind her. "Start mooing like the milch cow you are!" 

I will not! You can't have this from me! Just leave me with something! 

"Come on, Daisy!" Tom Craddock laughed. "I would have thought an educated law student would know how to make a simple animal noise!" 

Fuck you! I won't do it! Not ever! 

"No?" She heard Jacob say. "Well, maybe this will help you." 

Crack! 

Without warning, Alisha's buttocks were suddenly on fire! 

Smack! 

"Eek!" Alisha's threw her head back and emitted a pitiful wail. The pain was intolerable! 

Swish! 

"I'll keep going until you start mooing," Jacob said. 

Please stop! ... Please stop! ... Please stop! 

* 

Alastair watched in awe as Jacob delivered yet another stinging blow across Alisha's exposed buttocks. It was quickly followed by another, and now her cries had merged into one long bestial howl. Her dark skin was shining with sweat and her breasts swung to and fro, the milking cups clinging determinedly to her nipples as she writhed in pain. 

Surely she can't take much more of this! Alastair thought, but right at that moment there was a noticeable change in the pitch of Alisha's cries. Tears flooding down her cheeks, and her eyes wide and crazed, Alisha's trembling lips morphed into a perfect circle as she finally began to low like a cow! 

"Moo! Mooo! Moooo!" 

With a satisfied grin, Jacob lowered the crop, and said, "Keep it going. Let's hear what a contented milking cow you are." 

Alastair watched Alisha's face as she filled the air with her lowing. There was a glazed look in her eyes, although her contorted features gave away the sheer depth of the shame she must have been feeling. Then, quite comically, she went cross-eyed and balled her fists behind her back. 

Oh, mercy! She's going to come! 

As Alisha's gleaming nude body began to quiver, something quite unexpected happened. Alastair wasn't sure if it was because they could scent Alisha's musk, or whether they really thought she was one of their own, but to everyone's amazement, the other cows in the shed began to low as well! 

Jacob's two boys were almost bent double with laughter, but Alastair just stared at the deliciously depraved scene, open-mouthed, while his erection grew even harder. 

"Moo! Moo! Moogh! Urgh! Aah!!" 

The huge vibrator whirring away inside her had done its job. Alisha groaned loudly as she bucked against her bonds. The other cows kept up their chorus as Alisha raised her head and let out a gargled, anguished scream. It was a bizarre, perverted, display that almost had Alastair coming in his pants! 

He was so engrossed with the vulgar spectacle that he was taken quite by surprise when Tom Craddock loomed in front of Alisha with his rock-hard cock in his hand. 

Chapter Seven 

You dirty old bastard! Darius smiled inwardly. Typical Tom. Always the first one to crack! 

At the sight of Tom's cock, Alisha turned her face to the side - and immediately she received another stroke of the crop across her contused rump. 

"Moo!" she reflexively shrieked, which sent Matthew and Richard into another round of uncontrollable giggles. As she opened her mouth, Tom quickly slipped his dick inside. Even though she was effectively gagged by his penis, amazingly, Alisha continued to try and make muffled lowing noises around it.! 

For Darius, it was a precious 'Kodak moment', and he whipped out his trusty Canon Sure Shot and began adding to his ever growing collection of pictures. As he clicked away, he made a mental note to force Alisha to view all of these shots on a regular basis when she returned to her weekend duty at his house. Not only would that constantly remind her of how far she had fallen - because the young lady would most certainly attempt to block this ordeal out of her mind - but it would also serve as additional blackmail material to ensure her continued cooperation. 

Slowly circling the milking stall, he captured every minute detail of her disgusting predicament. First he zoomed in on the metal cups sucking on her elongated nipples. Then he moved around behind her and took a variety of angled shots of the huge pink dildo thrusting and spinning inside her pussy. Here he moved in for a couple of close-ups because her labia was wet and plump and there was a heavenly trickle of her love juice dangling between her parted thighs! 

Finally he came back around to the front and immortalized her face pressed up against Tom's belly, her cheeks blown out, and her neck muscles straining, as he pumped in and out of her mouth with increasing rapidity. Making sure he had the humiliating collar and cowbell in the frame, Darius switched to video mode as Tom came with a grunt, and then pulled his cock out in time to shoot a sticky line of semen over her face. 

There was a brief look of confusion on the stricken African-American girl's pretty features, followed by a warbled cry as she herself climaxed a second time. Tears of anguish and frustration mingled with the ejaculate dribbling over her nose, mouth and chin, as her whole body shook furiously. 

When her delirium finally subsided, she dropped her head in shame, her long, black tresses covering her face, and began sobbing openly, while Jacob's sons continued to laugh hysterically at her miserable plight. 

"Well, that should do it for tonight, folks," Jacob said. "We'll leave our horny milking cow trussed up like this until morning. I doubt if she'll get any sleep, but she'll have plenty to ponder in between orgasms. Now, I do believe it's time for dinner." 

* 

Alisha gazed mournfully ahead of her at the wooden door. After a couple of hours, the view had already become brain-numbingly monotonous - or would have been if it weren't for the frenzied activity going on between her legs - but the alternative was to look left at the row of cows staring at her with their big brown eyes. Why were they watching her so intently? Because she was different? Or was it because she was sexually climaxing every fifteen minutes in front of them? Maybe they could sense what she was doing! 

The revolting vibrator they had left inside her was relentless! She had already experienced at least eight orgasms since the cruel bastards had left her alone with these bovine animals. Each time she had tried to keep her orgasmic cries of pleasure to a minimum - with limited success. It was humiliating enough to have to go through such an intimate and personal act in public, but being compelled to lose control again and again while these dumb beasts observed her with interest was proving to be a soul-crushing experience. And the most devastating part of it was that she was actually capable of deriving physical pleasure from such a depraved and disgusting situation! 

Stupid, they may have been, but at least the cows were in control of their bodily functions, and had relative freedom of movement. Alisha was limited to flexing her fingers and toes and moving her head and shoulders. Except of course, when the dreaded orgasms arrived. Then, trying her utmost to ignore the bestial presence beside her, she would be forced to bite her lip as the unwanted euphoria swept through her body, making her quiver and shake so that her cowbell chimed almost mockingly below her. For some reason, her biggest concern was making so much noise that the cows would start mooing again. When that had happened earlier in front of her cruel spectators, she could have died on the spott! Even now, Matthew and Richard's delighted laughter was still ringing in her ears.  Quite apart from her constant sense of shame, she also felt so filthy! Even though her nostrils had become a little accustomed to it by now, she still stank of dried human urine and rotted vegetation. Even the cows smelled nicer than her! 

As the time ticked by, Alisha found her addled mind wandering back to her life in the city. She wondered what her friends were doing now. It was Saturday night, the only night that Alisha used to allow herself to go out and party - although even that pleasure had been taken away from her since being blackmailed by Nash. She thought of Helen and Samantha who right now, would probably be at a nightclub with their boyfriends, Bobby and Drew. 

Of course, she knew where Annabel would be - almost certainly undergoing some demeaning or painful task under the sadistic eye of that old bitch Mrs. Craddock. Not that Alisha had any sympathy for Annabel - it was her greed and stupidity that had delivered them both into the evil clutches of Darius Nash. 

But at least Annabel was being treated like a human being. Right now, Alisha would have happily traded places with her. She wasn't an animal, she was a proud human being, a smart, ambitious young African-American woman with a future in the legal profession. 

To keep her sanity, she tried to focus on that future now, in an attempt to mentally lift herself away from this awful reality. But as the hours ticked by, she found it harder and harder to concentrate. To her chagrin, she found herself actually welcoming the frequent orgasms, exhausting though they were, because they at least afforded her a measure of relief from the tedium. 

It eventually became a lot easier to flow with the rhythms of her body than to try and tax her befuddled mind. She had no idea why she was thinking like this and it made her sad that she was so willing to bypass her previously lawyer- sharp mind. But she was so tired, and the whole thought process was becoming so hard! 

A tear escaped her eye as she felt the beginnings of yet another energy sapping orgasm. 

No more, please! I just want to sleep! 

But then the waves of ecstasy started to surge through her, and for a couple of minutes, Alisha was in a carnal paradise. But when it was over, the humiliation and misery at her plight enveloped her once more. The shame of feeling so physically gratified in front of an audience of milk cows was almost unbearable. 

And she herself was now nothing more than an animal to her captors, and the only way to be treated as a human - even as a lowly slave - would be to please Mr. Jacob. Only he had the power to allow her to stand upright on her own two feet again. She would be naked for him, and she would do whatever he asked, if only she could have the dignity of being a person again... 

Mr. Jacob? Mister? What the hell are you thinking? You want to please that evil beast? Come on girl, you've got to fight like you've been doing your entire life! 

And she would, Alisha dimly agreed with herself. In the morning, or whenever it was they decided to release her from this awful milking stall, she would get her head together, but right now she was just too fatigued to think about tomorrow. Thinking had suddenly become so complicated, so instead she closed her eyes in readiness for another earth-shattering orgasm. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

    Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 02


_Author's Note: For context, please first read 'Alisha is Sent to the Farm - Part One'. If you want to find out how Alisha was originally blackmailed into submitting to this nightmare world of subjugation, please read 'Annabel and Mr. Nash - Part Six'. 

My heartfelt thanks to Regressednegress for her imaginative contributions to this ongoing story._ 

***** 

Chapter Eight 

Alastair awoke to the delicious aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee drifting up the stairs. For a second he was confused as to his whereabouts but then he remembered that he was in one of Jacob's guestrooms. Naked under the blankets, he wrapped his hand around his stiff cock and gave it a few tugs. After the delights of witnessing Alisha's first day of abject humiliation, he felt like a dog with two dicks, but he had deliberately refrained from ejaculating. The more seed he stored in his balls, the more pleasure he would derive from Alisha's emotional and physical pain. 

He showered and dressed and then joined his companions in the spacious kitchen. As he waited for his breakfast, he tried to catch up on the conversation whilst marveling at what an innocuous scene this appeared to be. A group of country folk sitting at a pine kitchen table chatting contentedly, while the pale autumn sunshine streamed in through the window. But these good people weren't discussing next season's crops or the price of a new tractor. No, their topic of discussion was the poor black law student who was, Alastair assumed, still trussed up and attached to a milking stall with a vibrator buzzing in her cunt! 

"Let's say she has an orgasm every fifteen minutes," Tom Craddock was saying. "She's been in there for," he checked his watch, "fourteen hours, so that would mean she's had about sixty climaxes throughout the night." 

"She'll be fucking exhausted," Richard giggled. 

"Especially since she won't have had any sleep," his brother Matthew, added. 

"Well, that's too bad," said Jacob, their father. "Because she's got a hard day ahead of her, and she'll have to perform well, if she wants to avoid another long night in the milking shed!" 

"What's have you got planned for her, pa?" asked Richard. 

"We'll feed and water her after administering her medication - who wants to be in charge of that today?" 

"I will!" Tom Craddock said quickly. 

"Tom, you're always jumping in first," Darius Nash chuckled. "Why not let Alastair have a turn?" 

"Alright," Tom said sulkily. 

"You okay with that, Alastair?" Nash said. 

"Sure," Alastair shrugged, trying not to sound too eager. In truth, the thought of pushing an oversized suppository into the unfortunate young woman's rectum was already giving him a semi hard-on! 

"Good," said Jacob. "Then we'll put her to work in the field. Find out if those muscular legs are up to a bit of plowing." 

Plowing! Alastair nearly choked on his coffee. This just gets better and better! 

* 

On the way to the milking shed, Darius noticed a few farmhands going about their tasks. 

"Don't worry about them," Jacob said. "They won't say a word." 

Darius had no idea what kind of a hold Jacob had over them, and he didn't want to ask. As they got closer, Darius could hear a series of high-pitched squeals emanating from the shed. 

"Sounds like she's having another one!" Richard laughed. 

How mortifying for her! Darius thought. Not only is she being forced to climax over and over again, but she's going to be caught in the throes of ecstasy just as we enter the building! 

Sure enough, after Richard had pulled back the wooden door, Alisha was wriggling against her bonds, he face contorted with unwanted pleasure, her cheeks bulging as she puffed like a woman in labor. 

As the six white men gathered around her, Alisha's glazed eyes filled with tears of shame. Darius noticed that the real milk cows were gone, which meant that one or more of the farmhands had already seen her in this undignified and disgusting position! 

After her spasms had subsided, Jacob smirked, "Have a good night's rest, did we? Well, I hope so, because you've got some hard manual labor ahead of you today. And I won't abide any slacking, either!" 

He picked up his riding crop and waved it under Alisha's nose, causing her to flinch. "Time for your daily dose. Don't give me that look, either. In a few days time, you'll be looking forward to your fix - and by the end of the week, you'll be craving it! Alastair, would you mind?" 

Darius watched as the elderly butler went over to the cardboard box on the workbench and selected one of the long, fat suppositories. But as he moved around to Alisha's rear, he halted and took a step backwards. "Oh, my!" 

As the rest of the men gathered around behind her, Darius noticed that Alisha had scrunched her eyes tightly shut and was slowly shaking her head from side to side. She obviously had full knowledge of whatever had just given Alastair pause! 

"Oops! Did we have a little accident?" Tom Craddock tittered. 

Darius joined the rest of them behind Alisha's naked rump, and stared in wonderment at the pile of poop situated between Alisha's parted legs! It was inevitable that she would have lost control of her bowels eventually of course, and judging from the damp patch surrounding her rude deposit, her bladder had let her down too. But even though everybody was aware that she was physically restrained from preventing such a devastating catastrophe, this would not detract from the fact that she had disgraced herself while they were all asleep! Nobody had forced her into it, although the poor girl was helpless to prevent it. Darius wondered how long she had battled with her aching bowels in order to avoid the ultimate shame she must be experiencing right now. It probably would have happened during one of the numerous orgasms she had been forced to endure during the night! What a humiliating conundrum for the hapless law intern, being forced to endure repeated urinations and defecations accompanied by despicable but inescapable sexual gratification! 

"Matthew, clean that disgusting mess up so that Alastair can get at her shitty asshole!" Jacob said. "It's clearly going to be a while before she's housetrained." 

Matthew uncoiled a rubber hosepipe and turned the faucet on. After washing away Alisha's dirty offering on the floor, he aimed the nozzle at her anus, causing the stricken black girl to gasp in shock. 

"Cold, is it?" Jacob said, as Matthew focused the powerful stream at Alisha's puckered opening. "Don't forget to clean the inside as well," he added to his son. 

Matthew looked at him momentarily confused, before comprehending his father's instructions. Then, with an expression of childish concentration, he pressed the nozzle up against Alisha's anus. Water sprayed wildly in every direction, causing everyone to step backward. 

"Push it in, you idiot!" Jacob yelled at his, now drenched, youngest son. Turning his face to one side, Matthew eventually succeeded in breaching Alisha's sphincter. 

"Ooh! Ugh! Take it out!" Alisha screamed, fighting against her bonds, but the nozzle of the hosepipe was now firmly embedded inside her. Matthew stepped back, his shirt drenched, and Darius whipped out his camera as the heaving, gasping, African American girl's bowels began to rapidly fill with water. 

Chapter Nine 

As the icy flow accumulated inside her, Alisha desperately tried to keep her sanity intact. Even though the mental confusion that had engulfed her overnight had, if anything, intensified, she was still very much aware of her surroundings and her current nightmarish predicament. 

She was physically shattered, the result of an endless series of body-wracking sexual climaxes over a long, sleepless night. Her extended nipples, sucked deep inside the milking cups, had gone numb, as had her tortured, and wickedly constrained arms and legs. The only physical sensations that remained were the excruciating aching in her back, and the deliciously sweet, yet so very unwelcome throbbing in her wet, swollen pussy. But all of this paled into insignificance compared to the endless screaming that was going on inside her head. 

After all she had endured so far, Alisha hadn't thought it possible that her self-esteem could have plummeted any further, but once again, she couldn't have been more wrong! All of her life, she had strived to preserve a dignified and proud demeanor, refusing to lower herself whenever faced with prejudice and bigotry - and she had succeeded so admirably until she had fallen into the foul clutches of these twisted white people. It was tough enough out there in the real world just to make her way using her intellect, talent and perseverance, but now she was beginning to doubt whether she had the mental strength to get through this. 

These total strangers had watched her crawling naked through a compost heap, had actually pissed all over her body, and then trussed her up for milking, before forcing her to low like a cow as she reached a sexual climax! How could she possibly hold her head up high again with that crushing memory in her head? 

And yet, as impossible as it seemed, her defilement continued to get worse and worse! Now they had seen the fecal matter she had left on the floor, and the shame that was sweeping through her had now reached an intensity she had would never have previously thought possible. But even all of this emotional turmoil was now taking a backseat as, with her bowels almost full of water, the cramping in her abdomen began to take up all of her attention. 

Alisha really didn't want to make eye contact with any of these lecherous men but as the pain level accelerated, she looked up pleadingly into Mister Jacob's eyes. Unfortunately, all she saw there was a look of unrelenting cruelty. 

"Please," she whimpered, "I can't take it anymore." 

Ignoring her protestations completely, Jacob said, "Alastair, when I give the command, I want you to be ready with the suppository. As soon as Matthew pulls the hosepipe out, be ready to plug her up again." 

The stabbing pains in her now-swollen guts were beginning to overwhelm her, but Alisha still understood the implications of Mister Jacob's instructions. After the watery invasion was over, she would have to wait until the suppository had dissolved before she would be able to eject the liquid from inside her! How long would that take? 

* 

At Jacob's bidding, Alastair squatted down behind Alisha's exposed rear-end beside Matthew. The pink vibrator was still doing its vulgar work, spinning and churning between her dark, swollen cunt lips, while just above, the green hosepipe remained firmly wedged inside her asshole. It made for bizarre and obscene viewing, made all the more stimulating by Alisha's obviously extreme and vocal discomfiture at the other end. Between her spread thighs, Alastair could see Alisha's black belly hanging down as her insides stretched under the increasing water pressure. 

"Now, Matthew," Jacob said, and his younger son gripped the hosepipe and roughly tugged it free, eliciting a gasp of pain from the tortured young black woman. 

Alisha's anus remained briefly dilated a good inch in diameter, and before her sphincter had a chance to close, Alastair shoved the oversized suppository into her rectum. He felt a little resistance as Alisha instinctively attempted to expel the water inside her, but then her muscles contracted and she unwillingly sucked the torpedo-shaped medication into her bowels. 

"Oh God, no!" Alisha yelled, her voice now oddly low, as if she were in the process of defecating again. 

Unable to resist, Alastair ran his hand over Alisha's distended gut. The dark brown skin was taut and smooth like a beach ball, and he gave it a little pat, which caused Alisha to yelp in distress. 

"Let's get that dildo out of her so that the mucky bitch doesn't have another orgasm," Jacob said. 

Alastair eagerly did the honors, twisting the thrumming device out of her sopping, gaping pussy, her feminine scent filling his nostrils and sending a rush of blood to his dick. He turned the slick device off, stood up, and placed it on the workbench. 

"Richard," Jacob said, "unhook her udders, if you please." 

The elder son switched off the milking machine, and gently pulled on the twin cups attached to Alisha's nipples. The agitated girl, already fraught from the aching in her distended belly, drew a sharp breath as the cups were slowly pulled downward, taking her nipples with them, before finally popping free. 

Checking the steel receptacle, Richard said, "There's not much in there, Pa. Just a dribble." 

"Give it a day or two, son" Jacob said as he unbuckled the leather bindings around Alisha's ankles. "Once the medicine takes effect, she'll be producing bucketsful on a daily basis." 

Once again, Alastair felt a warm churning of pleasure in his lower abdomen as he listened to this dignified young law student being talked about like a piece of livestock. He watched, rapt, as Jacob released her wrists from the frame, but the straps keeping her arms crossed behind her back remained in place, and unable to keep her balance, the shattered young woman immediately collapsed face forward, with her bare ass poking up in the air. As her bloated stomach squashed against the wooden dais, a low, mournful wail escaped her lips. 

"Shut up and get on your knees," Jacob said, without a trace of sympathy. "We haven't got all day." 

With her arms disabled, this proved to be rather difficult, and after watching Alisha struggle on her face for a moment, Matthew and Richard pulled her upright. Alisha's face was a mask of misery as, guided by the two brothers, she shuffled along on her knees, her cowbell clinking between her breasts, with her swollen belly wobbling comically below. 

* 

Even by his own depraved standards, Darius could not help but be impressed with Jacob's endless and continuous assault on Alisha's senses - physically, mentally and emotionally. Judging from the contorted expression on her usually lovely face, this once-proud African-American lady was fighting a losing battle to maintain even a tiny fraction of self-respect here. How utterly annihilated she must feel, down on her knees in front of a group of laughing white men, with her athletically toned, but now comically deformed and naked body on full view! And it was exactly this fall from grace that Darius had fantasized about when he had first met Alisha as she had exuded such self- confidence whilst sunning herself in her sexy bikini beside Helen's swimming pool. 

There was nothing confident about her now as she was positioned in front of a wooden bench that came up to chest height in her current kneeling position. A metal tray of dry oats was placed in front of her and Jacob said, "Eat it all up. You're going to need your strength today." 

At first Alisha stared at the bland meal glumly - it was hardly a breakfast of champions - but after Richard pushed her head forward, she meekly opened her mouth and took in the first mouthful. 

How humbling! Darius thought. And for the first time, she's not putting up a fight. 

But then he remembered the suppository that was slowly dissolving inside her rectum, and how amongst other things, it was putting her into a mental haze. Tired, humiliated, and in pain, it surely had to be the easiest option to simply follow orders, no matter how demeaning they might be. 

Like the farm animal they were forcing her to become, Alisha chewed the mouthful of dry oats and with some difficulty, managed to swallow it. 

"I think she needs a drink to go with that," Darius said. 

"You're right," Jacob said. "Richard, get the hosepipe over here." 

The elder son opened the faucet wide enough that there was a steady stream of cold water issuing from the nozzle. Then he dragged the hose across the floor and held it in front of Alisha's face. The water wasn't exactly gushing out, but it was certainly more than a dribble, and it splashed over Alisha's closed mouth and down her neck. 

"Open up, Daisy," he said, but this time Alisha hesitated, keeping her mouth clamped shut. 

"If you don't obey," Jacob warned her, "we'll stick it back up your asshole. I'm sure that fat belly of yours can be stretched out a lot further!" 

Despite her obvious discomfort and mental turmoil, Alisha appeared to decide that swallowing the water would be the preferable option, and so she parted her full lips, allowing Richard to direct the flow of water into her mouth. 

Chapter Ten 

For the next half hour, Alisha battled her way through the most humiliating and uncomfortable meal of her young life. Surrounded by this gang of odious spectators, she was forced to alternately chew a mouthful of the tasteless oats, followed by awkwardly trying to swallow the water from the hosepipe - which Richard was taking great pleasure in making as difficult for her as possible! 

Now and then, to much general amusement, he would shove the nozzle up against the back of her throat, making her gag, or else he would deliberately aim the stream into her eyes, or up her nose, causing her to choke and cough. To make the ordeal that much more unbearable, as her stomach began to fill up, the mixture of oats and water was starting to expand in her already distended belly. The cramps were constant now, and even though the idea of relieving herself was unthinkable in front of these men, her bursting bowels were becoming increasingly insistent! 

She could still feel the suppository plugging up her rectum, and she tried to remember how long it had taken the first one to dissolve. Suddenly, these little details were becoming very important -which was, of course, exactly what they wanted. Her days of worrying about her law studies, concerning herself with impressing her boss at work, or even mulling over which new clothes she would wear to the nightclubs suddenly seemed to be very much in the distant past - now her attention was increasingly centered upon urgent and disgusting bodily excretions and unwanted orgasms, and all in full view of her leering audience! 

Dimly, she comprehended that this was all part of the dehumanization process that Nash had told her about. It was obviously vital to them that she not only behaved like a dumb animal - she had no choice in that matter anyway - but started to think like one too! Again, through the unfamiliar fuzziness of her thoughts, Alisha willed herself to dig deep. If she was going to have any future at all after these two weeks were up, it was imperative that she resist them and cling on to her true personality! 

By the time she had been force-fed the last of the oats and water, Alisha felt as though she was about to explode! She could only imagine what a ridiculous spectacle she presented right now, but of course, Tom Craddock was only to happy to oblige her. "My God, woman! You look like a pregnant sow!" 

New waves of shame swept over her as she was once again reminded of how far she had allowed her life to disintegrate. It was hard enough to keep her wits about her, but through the pain and confusion she was still aware of her current circumstances - which were the exact polar opposite of where she had been striving to be for her entire life! She was naked, with a humiliating cowbell hanging around her neck, her aching stomach obscenely swollen, her nipples sore and extended, all while perched on her knees in front of a bunch of laughing white rustics - how much worse could this get? 

Her question was answered all too soon as Jacob said, "Okay boys, let's get the fat bitch outside. A bit of manual labor might help her shed some of that weight." 

As she was raised unsteadily to her feet, Alisha could now feel the full weight of her inflated stomach, and worse, even after a loud and unexpected belch, the gurgling and sloshing sound of the liquid inside her was audible to all. The pressure inside her was reaching breaking point, and as she staggered along with Matthew and Richard each holding one of her bound arms, she couldn't help but emit a series of unladylike grunting sounds.  "I thought she was supposed to be a cow, not a pig!" Tom Craddock quipped from behind her. 

"Pigs are intelligent animals," Jacob growled. "She's not ready to join them yet." 

In spite of the relentless aching inside her body, and the dazed and befuddled state of her mind, Alisha still felt a stab of indignation at her new master's cruel remarks. Ordinarily, in the outside world, she would run intellectual rings around these people - but now, after Craddock's quibbling about her porcine versus bovine status, Mister Jacob was inferring that she didn't even have the mental capacity of a pig! 

It was clear and sunny outside, but the early fall breeze was cold on her wet body. As she was led around the corner of the milking shed followed by her perverted entourage, Alisha's bare feet skidded in the mud as she instinctively put the brakes on. Early that morning, before dawn had broken, she had suffered the enormous humiliation of being studied curiously by a young farmhand who had come into the shed to take the cows out to pasture. 

He hadn't spoken to her, which had made her predicament even more emotionally painful, as he had seemed to quite naturally regard her as just another part of the livestock! Such had been her acute embarrassment that Alisha too, a remained silent, merely turning her face away he had examined the pile of excrement she had earlier left on the floor. Now, as they approached the fallow field behind the shed, Alisha saw him again - but this time he was not alone! 

* 

Casting his eyes towards the field, Alastair quickly saw what had caused Alisha to panic. There were six or seven farmhands going about their tasks on the small farm, which he guessed heightened her sense of abashment. But of far more significance, one of the laborers, who was helping to load bales of straw onto the back of a pick-up, was black! 

During her travails of recent times, Alisha had revealed the depth of pride she had in herself, and of course, an upwardly mobile African-American city girl like that would also be fiercely passionate about defending her racial heritage. So it should have come as no surprise to him that she was so mortified at having one of her own kind watch her inquisitively as she was manhandled past. 

Even more interesting to Alastair was the man didn't show any signs of outrage our indignation at seeing one of his negro sisters being degraded in this fashion. Obviously, Jacob's workers were accustomed to seeing this kind of thing, and even though Alisha might have been the first black girl brought here, it clearly made no difference to these guys. What a peculiar, but delightful set-up! Jacob had really created a maledom fantasy world up here, where a female slave - whatever her color - had absolutely no rights at all! 

Alastair noticed Alisha averting her eyes in disgrace as Matthew swung the gate open and they stepped out onto the grassy verge of the field. For a couple of hundred yards, there was nothing but flat, cold, mud, leading out across to the distant tree line. Lying on the mud next to the grass was an old-fashioned moldboard plow, the like of which Alastair hadn't seen since a childhood field trip to Colonial Williamsburg! 

Richard pulled the plow into an upright position, while his younger brother strapped Alisha into a leather harness coupled to the wooden frame. With her arms bound tightly behind her, and the straps running above and below her breasts, Alisha was ready to begin her newest role on the farm - as a beast of burden! 

Chapter Eleven 

Darius recorded the moment that Alisha was strapped into the harness with his trusty Sure Shot. His video and image library of Alisha's shameful experiences was growing steadily, and he intending to put it to full use when her training on the farm was completed. It would serve as more blackmail material to keep the unhappy girl under his control, as well as a useful device to keep reminding her of what she had been through here, lest she try to forget. 

Steered by the elbow off the verge, Alisha led out a mewl of protest as her bare feet sank into the cloying mud. Her naked, fat belly and breasts wobbled comically as Richard, his own body protected by a winter warmer, jeans, and rubber boots, pulled the straps even tighter, pushing them forward like dark brown torpedoes. 

Biting her lip with anguish and pain, Alisha's turned her face towards the trees, and glancing behind him, Darius saw why. Three of the male farmhands were leaning on the fence to enjoy the lewd spectacle, including the older black man. His had an intensely fascinated expression on his face, and it was interesting to Darius that he was clearly deriving pleasure from the bizarre and perverted scene. 

Up until this point, Alisha had seemed too preoccupied with her pain and embarrassment to offer any resistance, but when Richard pulled a bridle out of one of his pockets, the woeful girl began to shake her head frantically. It was much like the one that Jacob had threatened her with the previous day, but Darius noticed that the bit was made of rubber and not steel. The intention then, was to humiliate more than to hurt in this instance. 

"Hold still now Daisy, you stupid cow," Richard said, as she twisted her neck away from him. 

"Or would you prefer to taste the steel one?" Jacob added. 

With a moan of resignation, Alisha opened her mouth, allowing Richard to slip the rubber bit between her teeth. Then he did up the straps, pulling them around the back of her head and also over the top of her crown. The resulting view was priceless! With her arms pinioned behind her, her thick underarm hair poking out on display, her large breasts thrust obscenely forward, her swollen belly jiggling below, another dense thatch of hair covering her crotch with outgrowths crawling up to her navel as well as up her butt crack, and her naked feet buried in the mud up to her ankles, she looked beautifully bestial and delightfully absurd! 

Now that she was securely trussed up, Richard fished into another pocket on his jacket and produced a short-handled whip, shaking it out so that the leather lashes hung loosely down. Holding it up in front of her wide and fearful eyes, he said, "When you feel this across your back, its time to get to work." 

Then he moved back around behind the ancient farming device and, framed in Darius' viewfinder, raised the whip high above his head. 

* 

Which was worst? The awful cramps in her bloated stomach, the searing pain across her back and buttocks each time Richard whipped her, or the aching in her thighs and calves as she pulled her cold bare feet out of the sucking mud? 

None of the above. As she focused on the tree line, Alisha could not get the image of the black farm worker's face out of her head. The addition of yet more witnesses to her degradation had been a nasty shock to her. Somehow, after being stripped, made to crawl around in rotting compost, and then later milked and forced into endless orgasms in front of Nash and his accomplices, Alisha had crossed a kind of emotional threshold. It wasn't that she didn't find it any less humiliating - on the contrary, the burning shame she felt was constant - but now that they had all seen her this way, a slight sense of resignation had descended upon her. Maybe it was a safety mechanism, but she was already compartmentalizing this traumatic nightmare, separating it from her real life in the city. This Alisha, naked and humbled, was a separate identity to the respected young law student that she truly was. 

However, this illusion kept being sorely tested each time new spectators were added to the picture. First, it had just been Nash, then he had introduced a few of his close friends, then Jacob and his sons, and each time the perverted circle of onlookers had widened, she was cruelly whisked back to her original emotional reaction of humiliation and outrage. So performing in front of nine men now, fresh waves of embarrassment washed over her - but it was the African-American's presence that had cut through her defenses the most. 

She had only briefly glimpsed him before quickly averting her eyes, but what she had seen in that brief moment had both chilled and disgusted her. This man was one of her own, and ludicrously, she had fleetingly assumed that he was also here in bondage, but there had been no downcast expression on his face, no sadness or sympathy in his eyes. No, he had the same fascinated and lustful glint in his eye as the rest of the terrible white folk here! 

As she pulled the plow past them, Alisha could feel his eyes wandering over her perspiring, nude form, and she had a sudden desperate urge to cover herself. A part of her had kind of accepted the white people having unlimited viewing access to her most intimate parts, but not another one of her own race! Then again, was he even viewing her as a woman, or merely as an animal working the soil? Woefully, she realized that in total contrast to her sophisticated city lifestyle, she was currently a creature far below even a lowly colored farmhand in the social pecking order. 

These ramblings passed quickly through Alisha's disordered mind while she leaned forward in order to drag the plow through the cloying mud. It was forty yards or so to the right side of the field and the nasty comments coming from Tom and Matthew began to fade on the wind. She was left with the bestial sounds of her nasal snorting, and the incongruous chirping of the birds in the trees. Reaching the grassy bank at the end, Alisha lurched in agony as Richard applied another lash across the small of her back. 

"Turn it around, Daisy!" 

Raising her knees to drag her feet clear, she succeeded with some effort to pull the hateful plow around. Facing back up the field, she had been clinging to a the vain hope that her merciless spectators might have left, but there they all were, still lined up eagerly behind the fence. Her heart sinking, Alisha began the slow and tortuous journey back up the field. As exhausted as she felt, her legs managed to keep going, and although she had always kept herself in shape, Alisha was frankly amazed at the extra levels of energy she was somehow drawing upon. Could that be one of the effects of the drugs they were implanting inside her? 

Drawing alongside the men, Alisha's brain received a sudden and mortifying message from her bowels. She wasn't sure if turning her attention to the suppository had triggered the reaction, or it had simply dissolved away, but to her absolute horror, she knew she was going to relieve herself directly in front of them. 

Oh please God, no! Not here! 

But there was to be no denying nature's call. The excruciating pressure inside her demanded release, and with a despairing howl around the rubber bit, Alisha felt her sphincter opening as the first powerful spurt of water broke free. 

Chapter Twelve 

My word! Alastair though breathlessly. Does it get any better than this? 

As she drew up alongside them, Alisha quite unexpectedly ejected a powerful jet of brownish water onto the muddy field below. The unseemly act was accompanied by a bestial bellow that betrayed her wretched shame as well as her utter relief. 

From the size of her stomach, Alastair knew that she had taken an obscenely large amount of water on board, and now the laws of physics - as well as physiology - were taking over as blast after powerful blast erupted from Alisha's backside. 

"There she blows! Not only plowing the field but fertilizing it too!" Tom Craddock roared as Alisha rolled her eyes madly, clearly relishing the relief whilst inwardly dying from the humiliation of fulfilling this most personal of bodily functions in public. To make her suffering even worse, Richard brought the lash across her contused back to ensure she kept moving along! 

This was the second time in a day that they had been privy to her anal issue, and Alastair was certain that it would be repeated in various despicable guises over the coming fortnight. Watching her lovely round ass as she disappeared up field, still squirting her waste-water behind her, it suddenly struck Alastair how much this young lady had fallen already - and this was only day two! 

What other delightfully depraved abuses did Jacob have in store for her? She had been an earthworm and was now a cow. He guessed that eventually she would graduate to being a house slave, but he was sure there would be many steps on the ladder before that happened. What other animals had he seen on this farm? There had been a pig pen, as well as a paddock containing a few ponies. There were also a few dogs and chickens running freely around. 

Would Alisha have to become each one of them in turn before she was returned to a low-level human status? The possibilities were as mouthwatering as they were endless, and the only pity was that Alastair would be resuming his manservant duties at Pemberton Hall in the evening. But he was already deeply curious as to what condition Alisha would be in when he returned the following weekend! 

* 

It was no use trying to hold them back - tears of desolation rolled down over Alisha's high cheekbones as snot streamed from her flaring nostrils, running around her bit-stretched lips to join the rivulets of saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth, while an anal drizzle continued from her hindquarters, now newly accompanied by intermittent spurts of urine. Amidst the full body sweat worked up by her strenuous exertions, the flow of her fluid wastes seemed to know no end. With her evil audience's cackles and roars of laughter reverberating in her ears, she twice stopped to concentrate on the blessed relief that had been so long in coming. How was it possible to feel so emotionally destroyed but physically sated at the same time? Each pause earned her the sharp sting of the leather whip across her back, jerking her forward with the filthy waterfall still cascading down her inner thighs. 

How much more was there? Even as she reached the opposite end of the field and started her slippery, slimy, about-turn, the water was still pouring out of her! Making her next approach to her 'grandstand' crowd, Alisha unfairly felt disgusted with herself that her body could have held such a great volume of liquid. Is that all she was now? A human receptacle? 

At least the crushing pressure in her torso had abated, but still she was not to be spared any saving graces. Why her body continuously conspired against her in this way, she could not work out, but just as she was back within earshot of the men, the last vestiges of the dripping water were interspersed with a crude series of noisy farts! 

The uproarious laughter that greeted these loud gaseous emissions was even more painful than the smarting whip, and the most crushing part was that she was unable to control them! Making her second pass-by, Alisha continued to break wind in a most undignified manner, and the constant stream of nasty comments only added fuel to her mortification. 

"Do you fart like that at work?" 

"All that proud bullshit you gave us when you arrived. Now we can see how you really are." 

"I'll bet she picks her nose, too! Surely she doesn't blow out the snot in the office like she's doing now?" 

"And spits in the street to keep from drooling at her desk!" 

"Probably keeps a bucket under her desk for when she can't make it to the toilet!" 

"Do you chew your own toenails at home, Daisy?" 

"Ha! I'd like to see that. Maybe we can try that later!" 

Blinking back the tears, Alisha tried desperately to ignore them. She was a good, clean girl and she had to keep reminding herself of that. The only reason she was doing these vile things was because... because... why? Why was she here? There was a reason she was here, wasn't there? She didn't belong here, surely? 

Then she remembered again. Of course - Nash and the blackmail photos. Her work at - what was it? - Bale and Farringdon. No, Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. Come on girl, clear your head! What the hell is wrong with me? Who is your mentor there? She tried to picture his face. He was a handsome African-American man, whom she intuitively knew was very much attracted to her, although she had kept their relationship strictly professional so far. What was his name though? How could she have forgotten something like that? 

She tried to picture his face, but all she got was the older black farmhand leaning on the fence. Get out! Get out of my head! I don't want you, I want the other one! 

A sharp crack across the buttocks brought Alisha back to the present and she discovered that they were back at the other end of the field. She was no longer breaking wind, but her body had now launched into a series of violent hiccups, each one jerking her breasts upward and clanging the tin bell hanging between them. 

Turning, she skidded in the mud, and unable to support herself with her arms, fell to her knees and then over onto her face. She lay there for a moment, her face in the clammy mud, grateful for the rest, but then she felt the burning fury of the whip across her buttocks, once, twice, and then after the third one, she maneuvered herself over onto her side, and squirming in the mud, managed to get back onto her knees. 

Richard had come around from behind the plow, and gripping her arms, yanked her to her feet. She couldn't see him because she had mud in her eyes, but then she felt his thumbs rubbing her eye sockets and her vision gradually returned. 

Richard gave her a look of contempt and said, "Look at the state of you. What a mess! If you can't complete a simple task like this, how are you ever going to prove to my Pa that you deserve to be let in the house?" 

Alisha had no answer. Maybe he was right. It was a rhetorical question because she was incapable of speech with the rubber bit clamped between her teeth, so instead she hiccupped loudly, making her feel even more foolish, if that was at all possible. 

"Good God, Daisy, come on!" Richard said. "We've got the whole field to cover, and at this rate we'll be here all morning." 

Caked in mud, naked in an open country field, a bridle fastened around her head, and harnessed to an old-fashioned plow with a cow bell around her neck, Alisha had never felt so unworthy in her life. Again she asked herself if it could possibly get any worse, but then again, she had asked herself that question several times already - and each time, it had! 

Chapter Thirteen 

After consuming a rather filling plowman's lunch, Jacob took Darius, Alastair, and Tom back over to the milking shed, to check on Alisha's progress. They had left her struggling through the mud - and covered from head to foot in it - with Matthew helming the old plow behind her. The two brothers were sharing the task, because the glutinous earth had a tendency to suck on their rubber boots making it rather heavy going. 

Alisha, of course, had no such luxury, and would have to cover the entire four acres herself. Of course, she was doing all the hard work anyway, the boys merely having to follow behind and keep the plow upright. This had caused Darius to comment over lunch on Alisha's incredible resources of energy, but Jacob had explained that there were some powerful stimulants included in the suppositories that would ensure the girl did not pass out no matter how drained she might feel. 

Quite amazing, Darius mused as they entered the shed. Jacob really has covered every angle! 

Inside, he permitted himself a wry chuckle at the arousing sight that greeted them. Her morning's work complete, Alisha was now having a bath. But far from being a pleasant soak in a tubful of warm water, predictably, this experience was intended to be every bit as unpleasant as all the others. 

She was perched on the rim of a tin tub, bent over on all fours with her toes and fingers clinging precariously to the hard edges. Her obscene position meant that her head and breasts hung down, and her rump was pushed up into the air with her thighs wide apart. Matthew and Richard were sponging the mud from her body with cold, soapy water, clearly relishing taking their time as they carefully covered every minute part of her nude body.  Richard was currently working on her crotch and thighs, taking particular care to ensure that her meaty hammock was well cleaned, stroking the sponge up and down her labia, and making Alisha gasp and whimper. Matthew was at her other end, pouring water over her back, and then working his sponge underneath to wash her stomach and heavy, dangling breasts. 

From the look of her hardened nipples, the water in the tub was quite cold, although Darius couldn't decide whether her shaking legs were caused by the low temperature or the effort to maintain her undignified position. After her long and sleepless night, followed by a morning of hard labor, it was incredible that she hadn't collapsed into the tub already! 

Knowing the numbing effect that the drugs were having on her brain, Darius wondered if Alisha was still lucid enough to be aware of the significance of this latest insult to her dignity. On this farm, she wasn't even entitled to wash herself yet, instead having to submit to having two young white men pawing her naked body. Quite a comedown for this once-proud young woman! 

When every trace of the clinging mud had been removed, Alisha was ordered down from the tub, and told to stand with her legs wide and her arms outstretched. As she became aware of the arrival of the rest of them, Alisha lowered her eyes, which indicated to Darius that she was indeed still acutely aware of her indecent condition. 

Matthew finished the job of rinsing her down as she exposed her full-frontal nudity to the rest of them. Darius himself had never been put in such a position before, but he guessed that one would never really entirely get used to being constantly naked when everyone around you was fully clothed - and of the opposite sex! 

Her cleansing complete, Jacob said, "Right, it's time for some more medication, and then she can have something to eat." 

* 

Under Jacob's direction, Alisha's falteringly lowered her wet and shaking body, and got down on all fours on the hard floor. It was hard for Alastair to gauge her mental condition at this point because her damp hair was plastered across her face. 

Watching her in the plowing field earlier, she had run the whole gamut of expressions, ranging from excruciating pain to complete and utter humiliation when she'd had no option other than to relieve her bowels of the water she had been carrying around. Jacob's methodology was quite brilliant Alastair concluded - intended to break the girl's physical resistance whilst keeping her inner sense of pride alive. There was always a constant glimmer of rage and denial detectable in Alisha's eyes, which made each degradation she suffered that much more enjoyable for her audience. After all, where was the fun in humiliating a person who simply didn't care anymore? 

Richard went over to the box of suppositories and his father said, "Let's give her two. I want her to start producing as soon as possible." 

With a mischievous grin on his face, Richard guided the black girl further down onto her elbows and knees and knelt down behind her spread thighs. Placing his left hand on her ass, her spread her cheeks with thumb and index finger before twisting the suppository into her anus. 

Alastair would have thought that Alisha would have been starting to get used to having objects stuck up her asshole by now, but she still emitted a grunt of disapproval, wriggling her buttocks and squeezing them together at this latest violation. With a swift swat on the ass from Richard, Alisha gave out a yelp and her cheeks promptly parted again. When the light blue capsule had disappeared from sight, Richard immediately took advantage of the dilation of her sphincter by pressing the second one home. 

Now Alisha's protest evolved into a low moan as yet again, she would have to endure a period of uncomfortable fullness before the suppositories were absorbed into her system. With her medication implanted inside her, it was now time for Alisha's lunch. Alastair was expecting her to have to eat off the low bench again, but dear old Jacob was full of surprises. 

While his brother was stuffing Alisha's asshole, Matthew had been busy filling a sackcloth nosebag with oats, which, to Alisha's obvious distaste, he now hooked over her head and around neck. With her face hidden inside the bag, the stricken girl had no choice but to chomp away until the level of oats was too low for her to reach with her mouth. 

And so, while Nash snapped away with his camera, his black slave spent the next twenty minutes or so eating her lunch straight out of a horse's nosebag, on her hands and knees, while the cool autumn air dried her naked body. 

* 

Full. Stuffed. Bloated. These were the only words that spun around Alisha's head. If it wasn't water, it was oats - or worse those horrible blue pellets they kept jamming into her rectum. But although the actual sensation was both painful and uncomfortable, now that they were in there, unlike the day before, a strange sense of relief had settled upon her. It was almost as is there was something missing when she wasn't plugged up back there. This new development was as worrying as it was baffling. 

She was still on her hands and knees, and that was a small mercy because, as demeaning a position as it was, at least she was spared the pain of looking her tormentors in the eye. She felt Richard's hands brushing her hair away from her face, and then Jacob said, "I expect you could do with a drink." 

That was the understatement of the weekend! She hadn't had anything to drink since the hosepipe ordeal in the early morning, and after hours of traipsing through that thick mud, followed by devouring several mouthfuls of dry oats, she was utterly parched! Even if they used the hosepipe again, Alisha wouldn't fight it. But as ever, the rules of the game were constantly changing. 

"Stay on the floor and follow Richard over to the water trough," Jacob commanded. 

Stay on the floor? He wants me to crawl over there! 

Even though she had crawled around for hours in the compost heap the previous day, and had then been bound-up on all fours through the night, having to shuffle along on her hands and knees so that she could quench her thirst seemed somehow even more belittling. This time she was crawling for something that she desperately needed, and even in the knowledge that before her entrapment she would rather have died than get down on all fours in front of white folk, she dejectedly complied without hesitation. 

The metal trough was shallow enough that Alisha could reach the water with her mouth, but as she began to suck it up, she heard Jacob say, "Not like that! Animal's lap with their tongue, don't they?" 

Despite all she had been put through, Alisha still bristled at being referred to as an animal, but the clear water close beneath her, looked so inviting, and fearful of Jacob changing his mind, she poked out her pink tongue and began to scoop up the water to the best of her ability. 

This was yet another low as she listened to the men's nasty comments behind her, fully aware that her hairy genitals and butt-crack were on full display to them. Oddly, as she flicked her tongue in and out, Alisha wondered if the last suppository was visible to them - a little blue bullet head protruding from her anus - but she was sure that Tom Craddock would have made some lewd joke about it by now. Besides, unlike the first dosages, she hadn't tried to eject these ones, because - to her chagrin - she found the plugging sensation inside her strangely comforting. 

When she had drunk her fill, Jacob said, "Stand up, and put your hands behind your head. It's time to examine your breasts." 

Chapter Fourteen 

Richard guided Alisha back to the center of the shed, where she stood in front of the semi-circle of white male observers. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Darius to assess her state of mind, because her facial expressions were constantly changing. Obviously the drugs were beginning to fudge her mental faculties, but the slight hint of resistance still remained in her eyes. From the look of her, Alisha appeared to be immersed in a steadily increasing turmoil of mental and emotional confusion herself right now! 

She adopted the now-familiar posture with far more readiness than on her arrival at the farm the previous day. Incredible, Darius mused, what a difference twenty-four hours can make! 

Once again, Jacob had his sons take the lead, while Tom Craddock and Alastair Barclay looked wistfully on. Unlike them, Darius was quite happy to play the role of voyeur in Alisha's destruction. He would have plenty of time over the coming months - possibly years - to sample Alisha's fleshly delights. Besides, dear sweet Annabel was waiting at home to submit to his twisted demands! 

Now Darius watched in fascination as the boys approached the disoriented black girl and took hold of one large tit each. This then, was not going to be a proper medical examination, but simply another device for Richard and Matthew to have some fun at Alisha's expense. 

Simultaneously, the boys raised their respective breasts in the air and then bounced them up and down, purportedly, Darius imagined, to test their weight. There was a certain logic behind this, he realized, because Dr. Schafer had included that overdose of prolactin in her drug cocktail, so that she would soon be producing large quantities of milk on a daily basis. The other side- effect of course, would be a dramatic increase in Alisha's breast size. She was already carrying a splendid rack, but any significant increase would surely look quite absurd. Add into the equation the fact that she would be firmly addicted by the time her trial on the farm was over - and Darius would ensure that she had a good supply when she returned to her apartment - the poor woman would most certainly raise more than a few eyebrows back in the city. 

"What do you say, lads?" Jacob said. "How do they feel?" 

Raising Alisha's left breast and pulling on its dark brown nipple, Richard said, "Heavy and tensile. Watch how they bounce." 

By way of a demonstration, he allowed Alisha's udder to flop back against her ribcage, and even though her breasts had been quite firm beforehand, Darius had to admit that there was a noticeable increase in springiness as it wobbled slowly to a halt. 

"That's not the most scientific approach now, is it?" Jacob chuckled. "Here, take this measure and make a note of the results. I want you to record their exact size every day." 

Richard took the proffered tape measure from his father, and passed one end to Matthew 

"Matthew," Jacob said, "Hold the end up against her spine, and then bring the tape back around under her armpit." 

"It might get lost in all that jungle of hair!" Tom Craddock wise-cracked, and Darius caught a brief reaction in Alisha's eyes. 

After his brother had completed his part, Richard drew the tape across Alisha's prominent nipples and then around behind her back. "Thirty-six inches, pa." 

"Okay, now do the same again, but pass the tape over the top of her udders." 

"Thirty two inches," Richard said, when the task was done. 

Jacob pulled a smartphone from his pocket and after tapping a few icons, pronounced, "That's a thirty-two D." 

Amazing! Darius thought. This crude old farmer is certainly full of surprises! 

* 

"How in heavens did you work that out?" Alastair exclaimed. 

"Just a simple calculator I downloaded," Jacob said. "I figured it would come in useful with this one." 

Alastair smiled and shook his head. The man thinks of everything, and he is clearly passionate about his wonderfully depraved work! 

"What was your bra-size the last time you checked, Daisy?" Jacob said. 

All through this degrading measuring exercise, Alisha had kept a bland expression on her face, which Alastair had interpreted as an indication of resigned defeat. But reacting to her demeaning new nickname, she glanced quickly at her current master. 

"Answer me," Jacob said, "or you'll be receiving six strokes across your ass." 

Alisha opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was hard to tell, but Alastair was sure she was blushing. After all she has endured, divulging feminine, personal information is still a major source of embarrassment to her! 

"You want me to fetch the cane?" Jacob said. 

Alisha drew a large intake of air through her nostrils, and said in a barely audible voice, "Thirty-two C." 

Jacob entered the figures into his phone app. "Well it's a start. She's started producing then. Boys, could you squeeze a few drops out for me?" 

Grinning naughtily, Matthew pinched Alisha's right nipple and began tweaking and pulling it as if he were hand-milking a cow. Very quickly, white, viscous droplets began to form around her erect nub. 

"Well she's certainly not squirting yet but that will come soon enough," Jacob said. "Why don't you have a taste, son?" 

Needing no further encouragement, Matthew leaned down and poked out his tongue. As he lapped up her sticky milk, Alisha hissed loudly through her teeth, betraying to everybody how sensitive her breasts and nipples had become after a whole night of mechanical suction. 

Not wishing to be outdone by his younger sibling, Richard got to work on Alisha's left nub, and soon the two brothers were vying with each other, squeezing and licking, while their helpless victim stood wretchedly between them. 

All to soon, the boys' suckling had taken on a distinctly sexual overtone - as evidenced by the considerable bulges in their pants! Meanwhile, as their salivary assault continued, Alisha began to wriggle and squirm whilst issuing a series of undignified gasps, squeaks and whimpers. 

Observing her reaction, Jacob said, "You like that do you? Enjoy being ravished by two white men at the same time?" 

Wordlessly, Alisha shook her head, despite her obvious arousal being quite apparent to all present. 

"Well, it certainly looks that way. What do you think, fellas?" 

"She's loving every minute of it, the dirty cow," Tom Craddock said. "I'll bet this has been her secret fantasy since she reached puberty!" 

"Is that right?" Jacob asked Alisha. "Under that haughty exterior, you've always wondered what it would be like to be taken by two Caucasian men?" 

Now Alisha's fluttering eyelids opened wide as she weighed up the implications of Jacob's line of questioned, and she finally found her voice. "No!" she gasped frantically. "I'm not like that, at all... Mister Jacob, sir!" 

"First off, I don't believe you," Jacob said gruffly. "Second, I'm going to make you admit to everybody here how you really feel about your filthy spit- roasting daydreams." 

Alastair wondered if anybody else had noticed the new honorific that Alisha had surprisingly bestowed upon her white master. Was this an early sign of her regression back to a humble slave-like persona? But events were moving apace and now he watched spellbound as the sadistic farmer went across to the workbench and took a long silver stick with a black handle down from a wall peg. 

Chapter Fifteen 

The humiliation Alisha was experiencing at being forced to breast-feed two white men of her own age, was multiplied by the very unwelcome sexual arousal it gave her. Her tender nipples were rock hard, and there was an undeniable dampness between her thighs! What made this latest horror even more unbearable was that she wasn't being mechanically stimulated by a vibrator this time. What could that possibly mean? Was she on some dark, subconscious level, actually getting off on this depravity? 

These distressing thoughts flitting through her convoluted mind, even as she processed Jacob's question. Spit roast! Alisha wasn't a naïve girl, and although she hadn't actually heard the term before, she had a pretty good idea what he was getting at! 

Matthew and Richard pulled off her sore nipples with a stereo popping sound and, their chins slick with Alisha's lactation, high-fived each other before stepping back on each side. Now that terrifying man, Mister Jacob stood before her, malice in his eyes, and a metal pole in his hand. A knot tightened in Alisha's stomach, but she knew better by now than to flee, so she remained in place, knees trembling and hands behind her head, nervously awaiting her next public abasement. 

Brandishing the sinister-looking pole, Mister Jacob said, "Now tell everybody about your perverted sexual fantasies." 

For some reason Alisha couldn't stop looking into his cold eyes, but even though she dimly understood what he wanted her to say, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it. "I... I..." 

The next moment she felt an excruciating fire throbbing through her abdomen, and with a shriek, she fell to her knees. 

"I haven't got time for your insubordination," Mister Jacob said, and before she had time to recover from the first shock, he touched the tip of the stick against her right thigh. If Alisha had thought that the cane and crop were the worst pains imaginable, her education in sadomasochism had suddenly been dramatically broadened! 

She lurched backward now, so that her legs were bent double and the back of her head rested on the floor. Dimly, amid the agony, Alisha realized that she had adopted this absurd position because of the effect of the electricity on her muscles, although it was less a thought than a biological understanding. 

Mister Jacob, the inflictor of incomprehensible pain, pointed the terrible stick towards her right breast, but Alisha brought up her hand and shook her head wildly. 

"Mmm, mmph!" was all she could manage in her agony and terror. 

"Getting the idea now?" Jacob said. "If you don't want any more, you'll get back up on your feet and answer the questions correctly and truthfully. What's it going to be?" 

* 

After giving Alisha a few seconds to regain a semblance of composure, Jacob said, "So, are you ready to tell us?" 

With moist eyes, and her ample breasts heaving, Alisha mumbled, "I like... like to be... spit-roasted." 

"Not good enough," Jacob said, raising the cattle prod. "I want details, descriptions - and passion. Prove that you adore being fucked in all your holes by two white men at the same time. And make it convincing, or else!" 

Wow! Darius thought. I thought I was good at mind-fucking young women, but this guy is on a whole new level! 

Cowering in front of her cruel master, Alisha, her eyes hypnotically watching every movement of the cattle prod, sniffled, "I-I love to be taken by w-white men, M-Mister Jacob, sir." 

"Taken? What does that mean?" Jacob said. "Dirty little bitches don't talk that way! Use the proper vernacular! Talk dirty, bitch!" 

Alisha, bottom lip quivering, made the mistake of dawdling over this a second too long, and Jacob's arm shot out, stunning the distraught girl on the left nipple. Given the treatment that her teats had been subjected to over the past twenty-four hours, the pain she felt must have been excruciating. Indeed, with a woeful scream, Alisha's legs jerked out wide, as a stream of yellow piss erupted from between her legs. 

Doubled over, with her hand again raised in submission, Alisha cried, "P-Please... Mister Jacob, Sir... no more!" 

"Then let's get it right, this time. Describe your wet dreams in the filthiest ways imaginable. I know that proud exterior is just a veneer, and I want you to show everybody here just what a low-life whore you really are!" 

He's digging into her psyche! Darius thought. He knows that she's holding onto her hard-won dignity somewhere deep inside, and he means to reach in there and crush it! And what better way than to force her to pretend that she really is a sex-craved harlot? 

* 

Alastair had seen a lot of physical and psychological torture of young women since his association with Darius Nash, but the mental and emotional devastation he was witnessing now was almost beyond the pale! Perhaps a man of greater moral fiber would have at least walked outside, but Alastair was unable to tear his eyes away from the tormented African-American girl's plight.  Again giving Alisha time to compose herself, Jacob retreated a few yards to where the rest of the group were assembled. Alisha clearly understood what was required of her now, because she took a deep shuddering breath, and then said, "I-I love... b-being f-fucked by two w-white men at the same time." 

She had raised her eyes so that she was looking over their heads, and ruthlessly, Jacob said, "Look at us - all of us - while you are confessing your mortal sins." 

With a wretchedness in her eyes that Alastair couldn't find words to describe, Alisha faced them all directly. 

"How do you love it?" Jacob said. "Describe it to us." 

Her eyes welling up, Alisha said, "I like to have one up m-my..." she paused as if hitting an emotional hurdle, then continued, "...c-cunt, and the other in my m-mouth!" 

"One what?" Jacob prompted. "What do you call them?" 

A tear of despair escaped Alisha's eye as she finally blurted out, "C-Cocks! Dicks! Hard, white, tools! Th-throbbing meaty rods of hot, white flesh, pushed all the way down my throat as I suck and lick them and enjoy them filling my s-soaking t-twat, until I come over and over again!" 

Still with her hands clasped behind her head, Alisha sank to her knees, sobbing loudly, but Jacob didn't tell her to stand up again - the submissive posture was far more effective. 

"Now we're getting nearer the truth," Jacob said mockingly. "You're never going to be an attorney are you? That career path is reserved for middle-class girls of virtue. Your destiny is to be a lowly servant girl, following orders from a stern housekeeper, not even holding any rank among the household menials. You will get the worst of the chores that nobody else wants to do. Scrubbing floors down on all fours like the lowly creature you have become. Cleaning bathrooms and toilets, provided of course, that you have been toilet- trained yourself. By God, with so little control over your bodily functions, you don't even seem fit to be a house-pet, much less a servant girl of the lowest order!" 

Alisha now raised her face to her tormentor, an expression of indescribable despair in her almond-shaped eyes. Alastair had to confess her radiant beauty seemed to have been amplified through her trauma, a vulnerability that now exposed her very soul! 

"And yet, if we can manage to set aside our disgust at your repugnant lack of hygiene and housetraining, we may be able to further develop one talent which may give you some redeeming value as a servant girl - one which will become quite apparent to whichever white masters you will come to serve," Jacob went mercilessly on. "And on those days when their wives are away from home, you will be honored to service them down in their basements, even though the other domestics will be very aware of what a filthy whore you are, further increasing their disdain and contempt for you." 

Alisha was slowly shaking her head as she watched Jacob through blurry eyes. He had hit a vital nerve, Alastair realized, and his verbose description of her bleak future must have sounded quite plausible in her current servile position. 

"Now," Jacob said, apparently finally winding his rhetoric down, "if you are so desperate to be used by two white men, you can start by asking my two strong sons to oblige." 

Chapter Sixteen 

For a second, Alisha failed to digest Mister Jacob's last sentence. She had been hanging on to his every word, mesmerized, as she actually visualized herself in some distant household, being treated like dirt by the other housemaids, suffering endless beatings and whippings for the slightest of infringements, and then, on a regular basis, slowly removing her chambermaid's uniform in front of the master of the house - a mustachioed white gentleman in a suit - until, naked, she would work her tongue up and down his thick penis until he spurted his semen down her throat. By way of a reward, he might present her with some trinket or tawdry piece of lingerie tossed away by the lady of the house, for which she would be childishly grateful, kissing his polished shoes in a show of humble respect. 

It had all looked so stomach-churningly real, and unlike other fantasy daydreams, this was one which she was frantically trying to withdraw from. But the reality she returned to was exactly the same! She wasn't in her cozy apartment, or at a cocktail bar with friends, or even at her tidy desk at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon, but here on her knees, stark naked in front of a leering group of white men, with her hands behind her head! 

"Did you hear me?" Mister Jacob's words seemed to come from miles away. "Or would you like some more shock treatment?" 

Alisha realized that she must indeed have heard him, because the thought of another assault from that vile instrument jerked her back to life. Looking up at the two smirking boys who had just sexually aroused her so shamefully, she said, "Would you like to...? I mean, I would like to...I want you to..." 

"Stop blathering girl!" Jacob snapped. "Beg them like you mean it! And for the last time, talk dirty!" 

Alisha had crossed the Rubicon now, and as much as she hated herself for it, rather than suffer any more electrical shocks, she rallied herself once more, and said, "Please f-f-fuck me, Richard and Matthew! I want...I want your c-c-cocks! I-I want to fuck you and suck your white c-cocks!" 

God forbid that my African-American mentor and any of my other professional work colleagues should ever hear me now! Alisha shuddered at the thought, whilst simultaneously wondering if she should have addressed the white boys as 'Mister' or 'Master'. 

"Why do you want to fuck us both?" Richard sneered. "Are you a disgusting little black whore?" 

Hesitating only the briefest of moments, Alisha nodded eagerly. "Yes, I am! I'm a... d-disgusting black wh-whore who is only good for f-f-fucking and s-s-sucking and being used and abused by my white b-b-betters whenever and however they want!" 

Alisha had no idea where these debauched words were coming from, but she couldn't deny she was actually verbalizing them. She thought again of the lustful sensations that had swept through her when they had earlier sucked her breast milk out, and now to her horror, just thinking about it and hearing herself actually begging to suck and fuck them had shamefully gotten her vaginal juices gushing again! 

"Then beg," Richard said, already pulling his braces down over his shoulders. "Crawl over to us and beg to be fucked." 

Had she finally reached her nadir? She had come this far, how much more hurt could they inflict upon her? Yes she was about to plead for a double-up with these white boys, but who was to know in the outside world? The logic of her internal argument made sense, but it didn't make the degrading journey on her hands and knees across the hard floor any easier to accept in her heart. 

* 

Darius filmed Alisha's labored progress to Richard and Matthew's feet, making sure to capture in close up the contorted expression of misery and humiliation on her beautifully chiseled face. He wasn't convinced that Jacob had entirely broken this strong-willed and proud girl yet, but certainly great strides had been made. This finely blended mixture of physical pain, emotional torture, chemically induced mental and physical alteration, as well as endless meaningless hard labor, would surely break down the most resilient of souls. 

Still kneeling, her luxurious black hair hiding her features, Alisha bent down and kissed, then licked, both brother's shoes in turn - to everybody's delight and amazement - and then she looked up into their eyes and humbly said, "Please, my white masters, I am an unworthy n-n-negro slave who... would be so honored to r-r-receive your pure white s-s-seed inside my womb and belly!" 

My dear God! Darius thought. Where has all this come from? Has she been playing us? 

Even the wicked Richard seemed a little taken aback by this beautifully deferential entreaty, but after a quick glance at his father, he said, "Oh, very well. Crawl over to the center of the shed." 

Darius caught one more glimpse of her face as she swiveled away, and the rapid shift in her lovely features reassured him that she was indeed still a million miles away from being in control of this situation. He had to admire her enduring spirit, though. After having one indignity after another heaped upon her, this smart girl had somehow managed to tap a new level of defense to hide behind. No, she was feeling all of the pain, embarrassment and shame, as well as the fury that must be fizzing around inside her, alright. But her survival mode must have automatically kicked in, just as it had for so many of her ancestors during the slavery years - give the white man what he wants, suffer the pain and humiliation, but bury it deep inside so that he thinks he has won. 

As he gazed at her delightfully undulating buttocks, and the delicious hammock nestled between them, Darius realized that although Jacob had achieved much with this clever and resourceful girl, there remained much, much more to do. 

* 

It was with more than a little envy that Alastair observed the youthful erections of Jacob's two sons. No Viagra required there! Richard had quickly stripped from the waist down, and now his impressive rod thrust out rudely from under his shirt. Matthew, clearly less experienced, had rather more coyly followed his brother's lead, but his arousal was no less intense, and his throbbing member literally quivered with anticipation! 

Their hapless victim was positioned on all fours, her face inches from Richard's purple and swollen bell-end. It was evident from her expression that she was about to embark on the most loathsome act of her entire life. Alastair knew from eavesdropping on Annabel's friends' visits to Pemberton Hall, that Alisha was only interested in black men. Indeed, Alisha's last boyfriend had been a star college running-back who had his pick of the ladies, but he had chosen Alisha over them all - until of course, Annabel had leaked evidence of Alisha's uncharacteristic indiscretion at a New Year's eve party! 

As she open her mouth to accommodate Richards engorged cock, Alastair reflected on how much her life had collapsed in the few short weeks since Darius Nash had exploited the blackmail material he had procured from Annabel's laptop. And there could be no going back for the stricken missy, either. Up until now, she had been faithful to her people, and proud of her racial heritage. Yes, she had already sucked Tom Craddock's, Eddie Yeats', and of course, Alastair's cocks, but the circumstances had been a little different in that there could have been no pretending that she was a willing participant that day. 

Jacob on the other hand, had carefully set the scene for an enthusiastic performance from Alisha - and all of it would be faithfully recorded on Nash's camera! 

* 

It was past midnight, and Alisha was alone in the milking shed again - alone, if she didn't include the six cow in their stalls, that is! She was once again firmly secured to the metal frame that ensured she would spend a long and uncomfortable night on her knees, bent over with her breasts dangling beneath her, attached to the relentlessly sucking milking cups. Of course, the hateful tin cowbell had been reattached by its collar around her neck, but tonight she had been spared the ignominy of the vibrator. 

Perhaps Jacob had decided her pussy deserved a rest, because Lord knew it had been heavily worked over during the afternoon! The visual details of those awful 'spit-roast' sessions stubbornly refused to go away, the degrading events spinning round and round in her jumbled mind. 

As revolting as she had found it all, Alisha had somehow managed to slip into a kind of actress mode, and trying to hide her shame and self-loathing, she had made quite an effective job of slathering her tongue up and down Richard's rigid shaft, before working the tip around his bulbous glans, and then taking him in inch by inch. 

Alisha had only engaged in oral sex a couple of times - not including the rough 'face-fucking' that those bastards Craddock, Yeats and Barclay had previously inflicted on her, and it definitely wasn't her favorite pastime, so she had even surprised herself at how accomplished she had been. But therein lay the troubling problem - it was only because of the threat of the cattle prod that she had adopted the performance of such an eager participant. Yet, as the lewd act had developed, and Matthew had penetrated her easily from behind, the line between truth and illusion had become disconcertingly blurred. 

She couldn't deny the reaction her body was having as she deep-throated Richard while his younger brother pumped in and out of her sopping pussy. And the worst of it all had been her pulsing climax as Richard had shot his load into her mouth. When he had pulled out, she had been forced to wait a few minutes more on all fours with Richard's semen dribbling down her chin, until Matthew completed his business and spurted his seed into her womb. And all this recorded up close by Nash, accompanied by a suggestion from Craddock that they should upload the pornographic scene onto the internet! 

When the two boys were sated, Alisha had been forced to ask that fat little pig Tom Craddock, and the old butler Barclay to repeat the performance. Again, she had been compelled to make it convincing, so that if the video were released into the public domain, it would appear as if she were a cheap black slut who loved fucking white men - young and old! 

When she had finished servicing the two middle-aged perverts, Jacob's two boys had re-sharpened their pencils and were eagerly lining up for a second round. Exhausted now, her arms, knees and back aching terribly, Alisha had made another zealous show for the camera, before once again exploding into a powerful and embarrassing orgasm of her own! 

Now that they were gone, she was left with the cows to her left, the steady hum of the milking machine, and her disturbed thoughts as she stared numbly at the wooden door ahead. Before departing, Richard had plugged up her asshole with yet another blue suppository, and as outraged as she was to have that small personal orifice repeatedly violated, she was quickly enveloped in that warm and sheltered feeling again. She had no idea why her body was reacting this way, but she knew that subconsciously she was coming to welcome these anal invasions. It was as if she were somehow incomplete without them, as ridiculous at that might sound. 

Happy to have rural white men shove capsules up my butt? Oh God, what am I thinking? What is to become of me? 

Unbidden tears rolled freely down her cheeks as, in the relative silence of the shed, she fully comprehended what had happened today. She had tried to sucker punch them by staying strong on the inside while appearing to succumb on the outside. But the reality was, what had happened had happened. They probably didn't care about her inner struggle to keep her identity intact. They had what they wanted didn't they? 

Her brain suddenly felt as if it was sliding down her spine. It was so much hard work to keep focusing on the law firm where she worked. Far easier to go with this depravity. Enjoy the cocooning effect of the drugs, play the dumb animal while they laughed and taunted her, suck cock well and eagerly offer them her orifices whenever they demanded it, and helplessly cum harder than she could possibly imagine. 

But if I do that, then I am lost and helpless. My only hope is to fix my attention on the end game. Freedom. The city. My career. Yes, but by trying to stay sane in all this madness, I am compelled to relive all of these horrors over and over with all of the emotional hurt they bring. Who am I? Will Alisha Royce still exist in a fortnight's time? Or will I have fully accepted the fact that I am Daisy the cow, or whichever demeaning persona Mister Jacob wishes to bestow upon me? 

Who am I...? 

TO BE CONTINUED...

    Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 03


_Author's Note: For context, please first read 'Alisha is Sent to the Farm - Parts One and Two'. If you want to find out how Alisha was originally blackmailed into submitting to this nightmare world of subjugation, please read 'Annabel and Mr. Nash - Part Six'. 

My heartfelt thanks to Regressednegress and Ashley Darkside for their imaginative contributions to this ongoing story._ 

***** 

Chapter Seventeen 

It had only been a week since their last visit but the leaves were already turning brown and the sky was thick with white cloud. Alastair had taken the precaution of bringing a coat and he was glad for its protection this morning as they followed the shingle path around to the rear of the house. 

Beside him, Darius Nash had a deeply thoughtful look on his face, which he had maintained throughout their car journey to Jacob's isolated farm. Alastair hadn't bothered to ask why because frankly he wasn't interested in Nash's problems. The only reason Alastair was courteous to him at all was because of the amazing new world of sexual depravity that the twisted old freak had introduced him to! 

Alastair had spent the week back at Pemberton Hall, fulfilling his regular duties as the head butler. There had only been Madam Sissy to attend to, and apart from the recent arrival of a rather fetching young housemaid - strictly off-limits to Alastair, of course - it had all been incredibly dull in comparison to the debauched weekends that he had become accustomed to spending with Nash and his perverted cronies. 

There had been one quite delectable interlude earlier in the week when he had been privileged to witness his former mistress, Annabel, undergo yet another spirit-breaking episode of sexual degradation. This time she had been forced to act as a kind of faux-nurse, attending to the needs of a bunch of smelly hobos, and although Alastair had taken great delight in observing her miserable plight, unfortunately this time he hadn't been invited to take part. 

So it was with balls full of sperm - no masturbating in bed this week - that he followed Jacob and his two sons around to the back of the farmhouse, eager to find out what had happened to Annabel's high-society buddy, Alisha, over the past five days. 

The last time he had seen her, she was fastened to a metal frame with her breasts attached to milking cups, her once-proud features contorted into a mask of shame and woe. He knew that these ruthless country folk would not have eased up at all with her unceasing torments, but the only clue as to her current predicament was when Jacob had tersely informed them she was 'out back with the pigs'. 

That had been enough to fuel Alastair's warped imagination, but the sight that greeted him when they reached the far end of the back yard was beyond his wildest expectations. There were two pigsties separated by a steel fence, the one on the right containing six pink and brown pigs who were contentedly rummaging through the dirt and manure that lined their enclosure. They began to grunt and squeal at the sight of the approaching humans, no doubt anticipating a feed, but the sole occupant of the other sty looked considerably less enthusiastic. 

Just as when they had left her in the milking shed a week ago, Alisha was naked and on all fours, but there the similarity ended. It seemed that in the interests of authenticity, Jacob and his boys had made some modifications to the beautiful African-American law student that Alastair found delightfully amusing as well as highly stimulating! 

She was still wearing the leather collar around her neck - albeit without the humiliating cow bell attached - but now a length of thin black cord had been secured to the back, and then pulled tight over the top of her crown and down the middle of her forehead, before it divided into two pieces that ended in little metal hooks. These had then been inserted inside Alisha's nostrils, tugging them cruelly upward with the effect of elongating her nose into a flattened snout! Adding to her new porcine appearance, a rather unflattering headband had been fitted over her head, on top of which were mounted two triangular black piggy ears that pointed cartoonishly skyward! 

As she scuttled away to avoid their faces, Alisha unwittingly presented them with a clear view of her final humiliating adornment - a curly, black plastic tail sticking rudely out of her asshole! To add insult to her emotional injuries, her dark cunt lips looked quite bloated and sore, which indicated that the wretched girl had recently been impaled on either a rubber dildo or Richard and Matthew's cocks - probably both! 

But it was the effect of the enforced suppositories that Alisha had been receiving on a daily basis that literally made Alastair gasp with surprise and joy. As Jacob had explained the previous week, Alisha was being systematically pumped full of a super-strength prolactin in order to stimulate her milk production. This would naturally lead to an increase in her breast size, but Alastair had been totally unprepared for the sheer enormity of the swollen brown udders that dangled beneath the clearly devastated young woman right now! 

Even as Alisha tried in vain to squeeze behind the metal trough in her sty, Alastair saw that her outrageously bloated mammaries were dragging along in the dirt, making any kind of rapid motion impossible! With nowhere to hide, the mortified young black girl settled for hiding her distorted face behind the trough, leaving her broad buttocks thrust out on public display, the little tail quivering as she attempted to press her naked body down into the dirt. 

"What do you think of our new little piglet?" Richard wickedly grinned. "We've been keeping her in a separate pen so that she doesn't upset the other pigs with her black skin!" 

"Yeah, she looks more like a niglet!" laughed Matthew. 

"Come over here, little piggy!" Richard crooned. "You've got some visitors. Do you remember Mr. Nash and Mr. Barclay? They're real human beings who can talk and stand up on two legs. Come on, say hello!" 

Her nude body visibly trembling, Alisha slowly backed out from behind the trough, and keeping her head down, she shuffled across on her hands and knees, her nipples trailing along the damp earth. Unable to drag his eyes away from her mammoth tits, Alastair had to remind himself yet again that the bestial creature on the ground before them was the same young lady that he had lusted after at so many of Annabel's pool parties at Pemberton Hall! He had no way of imagining what horrors she had been forced to endure over the past week - although he was sure Jacob would fill them in with all the details - but the net effect was quite perfect. They had most certainly succeeded in regressing Alisha to an animal-like status, although judging from her body language, her former self probably still remained in some way intact on the inside. What terrible anguish for such a dignified young professional woman to have to endure! 

"Look at your guests when you greet them, you big-tittied sow!" Richard said. 

Alastair noted with interest the way that Jacob's two boys were now holding court while their father took a backseat - although his presence was undoubtedly still keenly observed by their quaking victim in the pig pen. Alisha had probably spent many hours performing like an animal for these two young white men - as well as sexually accommodating them - during the intervening days since their last visit. Whatever the outcome of her fortnight of hell on this farm, Alisha would have to carry the intimate memories of her enforced relationship with these two rustics for the rest of her days! 

Very slowly, Alisha managed to force herself to raise her head and look up at her tormentors, and seeing her pretty face - if you ignored her new pug nose - Alastair now knew he had guessed right. Hate, fury, sorrow, self-pity, remorse, and deep shame were all reflected in those, big, brown, anguished eyes! 

"Last time of asking," Richard said. "You know what happens when you disobey!" 

Alisha averted her eyes as she took in a deep, shuddering breath before, to Alastair's amazement she began to squeal like a pig at feeding time! 

Chapter Eighteen 

Even though she had previously been forced to low like a cow for them, Alisha had felt another piece of her soul vanish after Mister Jacob had earlier taken the extra step of forbidding her to speak like a human being at all until further notice. He had instructed her to communicate only by using the sounds of whichever animal he had her imitating, and Alisha recognized that this was designed to be another significant development in her dehumanization process. 

There had been moments when she had been left alone at night in the milking stall - mercifully without the awful leather bit jammed between her jaws - when she had reverted to quietly talking to herself. This, she told herself, was not a sign of oncoming madness, but a therapeutic technique by which she could verbally reassure herself that the true Alisha Royce was alive and well inside her. The sound of her own voice had become the only remaining link to her life in the city, an audible reminder that she was not really a stinking four-legged beast, but a proud member of the genus homo sapiens. 

But Mister Jacob's latest edict had now given her cause to wonder if somebody had been listening in on her nocturnal soliloquies, and that in the spirit of utmost cruelty he had decided to put a stop to that as well. The message was clear - on this white man's farm she was nothing more than a lowly animal in every sense until Mister Jacob decided that she had earned the right to walk and talk like the rest of humanity again. 

Today that meant spending the entire morning crawling around on all fours now that she had been designated the role of a fat sow! And Alisha certainly did feel overweight, even though her daily exercise regimen had helped her to shed every ounce of excess fat from her already well-toned body. No, the added heaviness was all down to her now grotesquely inflated breasts! She had always been a big girl in that department - and had once been rather proud of it - but in only a few days, her bust had grown out of all proportion, and although she had yet to see herself in a mirror, their sheer weight and bulk told her all she needed to know! 

The worst of it was the constant aching as the pressure of her milk steadily built up inside them. She hadn't been milked for two days, and she was desperate for relief! To her dismay, her nipples - now approximately two inches long! - were constantly lactating which meant leaving two sticky trails as she crawled around her sty in the tedious circles that Mister Jacob had insisted upon. 

Of course, Richard and Matthew had been in almost constant attendance during her latest tribulation, providing her with a running commentary of how ugly she looked as they had stretched her nostrils painfully open, and then inserted the black, penis-shaped butt-plug into her anus so deep that her bowels throbbed constantly, leaving only the humiliating little pig tail on show. Then came the final indignity - the demeaning black ears! Oddly, she had found this the worst part of all, particularly when the boys had taken dozens of photographs while they laughed helplessly at her plight. 

With her mind in a thick fog, Alisha had dragged her aching breasts around and around, listening to the real pigs snorting next door, and hoping desperately that she wouldn't be forced to mix in with them later. Eventually, Mister Jacob had come along to inspect his sons' handiwork, and even though Alisha had tried her best to behave like a good sow, he had still viciously shocked her on the buttocks with his cattle prod as a punishment for not squealing happily on his arrival. 

So now she squeaked and screeched until her throat began to hurt, whilst looking mournfully up at Annabel's former butler whose eyes twinkled with undisguised pleasure. She had no idea why Richard wanted her to make such a ridiculous noise other than add to her already excruciating embarrassment, but of course there was always going to be a fresh angle to their sick games. 

"Sounds like our Miss Piggy is hungry," Richard said. "I think you'd better fill up her trough, Matthew." 

* 

Being the junior sibling, it was Matthew's job to feed their human pig, and he eagerly went about his task, pouring the contents of a metal pail into her trough. His enthusiasm was clearly not born out of any desire to pacify her hunger because the white swill, mixed with half-rotted vegetables and other unidentifiable muck, looked decidedly inedible - even for the real swine next door! 

Jacob must have noticed Alastair's look of distaste because he said, "There are plenty of nutrients in there and it won't make her ill, although the taste might make it difficult for her to keep down." 

"But she is going to eat it all up like a good piggy," Richard added, "or she doesn't get milked today, do you, my fat porker?" 

Alisha stopped oinking and glanced up at him, her cavernous nostrils flaring as the foul odor of her 'food' rose out of the trough. 

"And that means now," said Jacob, with the cattle prod in hand, but Alisha, who had been staring in horror at the stinking mush, could only shake her head and emit a little whine through her closed lips. 

The farmer didn't need a second invitation and a sharp crackle split the air as he leaned over and touched the live prod against Alisha's flank. Now she let out a most un-piglike squeal of agony, and her curly tail vibrated as her whole body convulsed in shock. 

"Eat!" Jacob barked, and as Alisha wretchedly dipped her face into the unappetizing muck, Alastair again visualized her as before, sunbathing poolside at Pemberton Hall, her sunglasses perched on her head and a cocktail in her hand. She had always been a picture of elegance, her poise possibly only matched by Annabel's, but now, through a most unfortunate sequence of events, here she was, her cheeks bulging and her face covered with the revolting white slops, her unwashed naked body shining in the cool autumn breeze, thick patches of wiry black hair sprouting from under her arms, and of course those massive, pendulous breasts, so engorged with milk that her extended nipples were squashed into the dirt! 

And instead of designer bikinis and sunglasses, her constant nudity was merely enhanced by the various degrading and uncomfortable accessories - ears, tail and snout, today - that Jacob and his sons forced her to wear. Alastair's eyes wandered over her prostrate form, from the pink soles of her feet up to her muscular thighs, and then to her round ass with the plastic coiled tail impudently emphasizing her lowly animal status, as Alisha gulped and swallowed, retched and burped, in her effort to empty the trough. 

Beside him, the unusually taciturn Nash recorded the whole degrading spectacle on his camera, to what end Alastair could only guess other than to secure even more blackmail material, or perhaps he had another secret motive. It didn't matter. Whatever Nash was involved in didn't concern Alastair and he was happy in his ignorance as long as he got to watch snooty young women like Annabel and Alisha being subjected to disgusting and humiliating ordeals such as this one. 

Incredibly, Alisha managed to empty the trough without puking, although with bits of vegetable skin and potato peel stuck to her white-coated face, she certainly looked quite a mess. As with all young women of her ilk, she most likely had a range of cosmetic cleansers and creams back in her city apartment, and never in her worst nightmare would she have once imagined that her soft, ebony skin would one day be plastered with food waste! Then again, considering the abject overall state she was in at the moment, what difference did a little decaying matter around her cheeks really make? 

"Okay boys," Jacob said, "get her out of there and give her a dousing, then bring her into the shed." 

Richard unhinged the gate, and Alisha hesitatingly crawled out of her enclosure. Down on her hands and knees, surrounded by fully-clothed white men, she suddenly looked extremely vulnerable, but there was no pity in Jacob's voice when he said to her, "The boys are going to squeeze some of that milk out of your tits. You'd like that wouldn't you?" 

Alisha craned her neck but only got as far as Jacob's knees. He tapped her on the top of her head with the uncharged shock-stick and said, "Up on your haunches like we've taught you, and say 'thank you'!" 

Flinching at the contact, Alisha pushed back on her arms and rose unsteadily up into a crouching position. Now the full extent of the growth of her breasts was evident as they wobbled like giant balloons in front of her. Alastair's fascination now took on its familiar sexual dimension as his cock began to stiffen in his pants - her nipples, jutting out like black tent pegs, were absolutely awesome! 

Richard patted him on the back, and said, "You could hang your hat on those babies, couldn't you? Wait until you see them spurting milk across the shed. She can shoot over five feet when she gets going!" 

Behind her white mask of scum, Alisha's eyes glistened with shame at her young master's words, which indicated to Alastair that not only was Richard's claim true, but that she was also absolutely mortified at the prospect of himself and Nash witnessing such a titillating spectacle! 

Jacob gave her another sharp rap on the crown of her head, and repeated his command, "Now say 'thank you', or you can go back into your pen without being milked, and without your medication!" 

Alastair remembered being told that the suppositories were highly addictive, and clearly after a week they had taken their toll, because a look of panic flashed in Alisha's eyes, and then, quite engagingly, she began to squeal again. 

Squatting beneath them, her pumped-up boobs shuddering, her tiny black piggy ears sticking above her head, and her little curly tail poking out of her rear end, her vocal exertions now triggered a violent hiccup attack, punctuating her oinking, much to the amusement of Richard and Matthew. 

Eek! Hic! Week! Hic! Wick! 

Alastair paused a moment to watch Alisha lead her white male entourage back towards the milking shed, her ass cheeks shivering nicely as she felt the toe of Richard's boot push up against her exposed cunt lips. It was all a very far cry from the air-conditioned, high rise law offices of Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon! 

Chapter Nineteen 

Under normal circumstances, Darius would have given his undivided attention to the spectacle of Jacob's two sons hosing down Alisha's naked body in the brisk, open air. Squatting on the flagstones with her head down and her ass up, her body shook as she gasped for air, and rivulets of icy water ran over her swollen breasts and then dripped off her protuberant nipples. 

When he had first decided to entrap the young black law intern, he had been acting entirely alone, swept along by the heady rush that had accompanied his total domination of her high society friend, Annabel. Indeed, after attending Helen Parker's pool party a few weeks previously, his lewd imagination had run riot as he had lusted after not only Alisha, but the other three bikini-clad females in attendance too. His subsequent discovery of Annabel's 'blackmail' file on her laptop had opened up a veritable Pandora's Box of opportunity, and he hadn't hesitated to pounce when he had come across the incriminating photographs of Alisha. 

But it seemed that his initial choice of victim had turned out to be, if not a mistake, then certainly an unnecessary complication. In his lecherous haste, he had neglected to undertake the background checks that the Fraternity usually required before procuring a new slave. Annabel had of course, been selected for him by his old acquaintance Sissy, who herself had once been a victim, and then subsequently a beneficiary, of this secret network whose tentacles extended into every part of society.  Enslaving and controlling carefully chosen individuals was only a part of the Fraternity's manifold underground activities, and even though he would never be privy to their identities, Darius knew that its members included senior politicians, celebrities, captains of industry, as well as professionals at the highest levels of the judiciary. And it was from there that Alisha's situation had come to the Fraternity leadership's attention. Apparently, the snorting, shivering, naked black girl squatting before him was currently under the mentorship of a succesful African-American lawyer at Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon where she worked, and as luck would have it, one of the aforementioned partners also happened to be an upper echelon member of the Fraternity! 

From his position on the fringes of the Fraternity, Darius wasn't exactly sure if he had broken any rules by enslaving Alisha, but the connection had prompted a phone call from his 'principal' instructing him to continue with her training for now and await further instructions. This had left Darius feeling a little deflated because he had been rather pleased with the way in which he had carefully ensnared the beautiful young black woman. However, such was the dark power of the Fraternity that Darius knew Alisha was now no longer his own personal project, and that any decisions regarding her future were out of his hands. 

With an inward sigh, he decided it was best to snap out of his gloomy mood and make the most of Alisha's captivity while it lasted. Besides, he had already examined Annabel's 'blackmail' files on her other so-called friends, Helen, Samantha and Chelsea - all of them, attractive upper-class bitches who could provide him with as much entertainment as Alisha and Annabel, if not more. 

* 

With violent hiccups wracking her body, Alisha crawled into the milking shed in a state of abject desolation. Naked and wet, her body shivering with the cold, her milk-laden breasts aching badly in unison with her plugged-up rectum, her stomach gurgling with the revolting swill, and her nostrils sore from being constantly stretched wide open, she had never felt so miserable. 

Compounding her woe was the realization that she was actually looking forward to being milked, although just as with her daily dosage of the suppositories, the sensation of receiving physical relief at the hands of her leering tormentors would always be bittersweet. 

She mounted the dais without any instruction required because she was familiar with the routine by now, and more to the point, if Mister Jacob changed his mind she would be facing several more exhausting hours groveling around in that filthy pig pen. As humiliating as it was going to be in front of Nash and Barclay, her manual milking session would still be preferable! 

Because they weren't going to be using the electrically powered milking machine, Alisha squatted down and put her arms out along the metal cross-beam. Her strong thighs parted automatically, giving her male spectators an unimpeded view of her hairy crotch, but her brain was too addled at this point to be overly worried about that. She just wanted Richard and Matthew to get on with it, although she knew that they would take great pleasure in making her wait. 

While Matthew secured her arms in place with leather straps, Richard began lubing up Alisha's bloated breasts with grease, wickedly giving her tender nipples a tweak, making her elicit an embarrassing little groan of pleasure. 

Richard patted her on the cheek and said, "See how happy she is now? None of that city girl attitude she brought with her last week." 

Oh yes, there is! Alisha dimly thought through the swirling mists of her mind. You just don't get to see it any more. 

Now that she was firmly bound in place, Matthew took up position opposite his older brother so that they could take a breast each. Richard cupped his hand under Alisha's right teat and patted it gently. "Wow, it's really heavy! The prolactin seems to be working better every day!" 

"Oh, it will do," said his father. "Even when she goes back home, she will be carrying around increasing volumes of milk, which should be interesting when she's at work. I'm sure she'll be getting a lot of attention from her colleagues every time she wobbles off to the toilet!" 

"Won't she reduce production when she stops taking the suppositories?" asked Barclay. 

"She would," said Jacob, "but she's not going to stop, is she? I'll send her off with a good supply and she will be so addicted by then that she'll be happily ramming them up her asshole every day all by herself!" 

"What a fuck-up you're going to be," Richard sniggered, pinching Alisha's flattened nose. "A junkie who can't think straight, with two giant, milkified melons leaking through her blouse. Some lawyer you're going to make!" 

The idea of this miserable prospect would normally have been enough to make Alisha cry, but all of her attention was now focused upon her throbbing breasts. Both of the white boys were now gently caressing her nipples without actually drawing any milk, and the tension was enough to make her explode! 

Please, stop talking! Just milk me! 

Even though she didn't vocalize her plea, she must have been making some kind of animal noises, because Richard said, "Sounds like our 'piggy-cow' wants us to get started. It might be an idea if you stood to one side, gents!" 

* 

With her little triangular ears, porcine snout, and enormous udders, Alisha really did seem to represent some kind of hybrid farm animal. As she crouched on the dais with her thighs spread, Alastair's eyes were drawn to her puffed- up pussy lips that poked through her thick pubic thatch, and when the boys began to tug on her distended nipples, her black labia actually began to grow before his very eyes! 

Dear me! The wretched girl is getting turned on by this! How humiliating this must be for her! 

He was so engrossed by the bestial sight that he was taken by surprise when Jacob tugged him backward by his jacket - just in time to avoid being sprayed by the first two salvos of milk that erupted from Alisha's nipples! 

Urrgh! Alisha let out a loud moan as she began to steadily spurt with every pull on her tits, while astonishingly, a sticky line of vaginal fluid dripped between her parted legs! There was no collecting bucket, and just as Richard had predicted, Alisha was shooting her lactate a clear five feet across the shed where it splattered over the floor. Clearly there was to be no pretense of any farmyard activity going on now - this was just plain, cruel sport! 

Alisha's groans of pleasure filled the milking shed as spurt after spurt of her milk arced through the air. It was a mesmerizing sight that Alastair would never forget, and it only got better as Alisha reached her first crescendo, her thighs quivering, and the dribble of her feminine vaginal secretions now dripping down to the surface of the dais. 

Unable to resist, Richard planted his lips over Alisha's nipple and began to suckle on it. The convulsing black girl closed her eyes and warbled with sheer ecstasy as Richard found her open cunt and slipped his fingers easily inside, building up a rhythm as he greedily fed. It didn't take long for his digital masturbation to bring Alisha off again, and the poor girl seemed to lose any semblance of control as she threw back her head and alternately squealed and mooed at the top of her lungs, while tears of shame and confusion rolled freely down her cheeks! 

Chapter Twenty 

"Up! Up! Get those knees up, Black Beauty! No slacking!" 

Richard, her sadistic taskmaster, tapped his riding crop against his boot as he barked out his relentless instructions. After two days and nights in the pig pen, Alisha had now been 'upgraded' to the horses' paddock. As much as she had hated the stink and degradation of crawling around in the dirt and her own filth in the pen, at least she had been left to her own devices much of the time, and she had gratefully taken the opportunity to try and rest. Now that she was being trained as a 'show pony' as Richard had put it, there wasn't a single moment that either he or Matthew weren't putting her through her paces! 

What made the continuous exercise even harder to bear was the uncomfortable and humiliating 'equipment' she had been fitted with. After an icy hose-down, Alisha had been made to stand still on trembling legs until she dried off under the pale morning sun. Her piggy ears, nose hooks, and butt-plug tail had been removed, leaving her with just the leather collar around her neck - an ever-present reminder of her slave status here on the farm. 

After pulling her hair back into a pony-tail and fastening it with rubber bands, the boys had then proceeded to strap a leather bridle over her head, tightly fastening it under her chin, which forced her to bite down hard on the rubber bit between her teeth. Unlike the other bridle she had worn for her plowing sessions the previous week, this one also had leather horses ears attached to it as well as wide blinkers on either side that severely narrowed down her field of vision. In Alisha's mind though, the most humiliating component was the colorful feather plume that flew from the top of the bridle! It was these little details that hurt her wounded pride the most - animal ears, cow bells, now a show-pony plume, all for the express purpose of amusing of her white, male captors. 

And it was Matthew, the younger sibling, who had come up with Alisha's latest pet name -Black Beauty! Apart from the fact that Alisha found it both racially and sexually abusive, naming her after a fictitious horse was another way of further removing her from her true identity. Over the past week, whilst completely naked, she had been forced to crawl, run and jump, worked like an ox, milked like an animal, compelled to defecate and urinate in front of them - as well as endure countless embarrassing orgasms in public - and now, not only was she forbidden to speak, but they weren't even using her true name anymore! 

With her headset in place, the boys had then produced a most sinister-looking device which was comprised of a combination of leather straps and buckles hanging from an enormous black rubber dildo with a long tail of horsehair attached to the end. Alisha was slowly becoming accustomed to anal penetration but by the look of it, that thick phallus was going to rip her apart! 

Richard had then ordered Alisha to bend over and link her arms behind her back. While she waited in this degrading and uncomfortable position, her feather plume and engorged breasts practically touching the grass, and her knees trembling, Matthew had pushed the dildo between her pussy lips and moved it in and out of her vagina, quickly working her up until the sex toy was slick with her fluids. Thus lubricated, Alisha had clamped her teeth down even harder on the rubber bit as the bulbous end of the dildo was pressed against her anal opening. Like the pony they wanted her to be, she had then snorted and whinnied in pain as the giant rubber cock had been forced into her rectum, stretching her butthole wide and sending a searing fire through her innards. 

Even after being endlessly plugged with the suppositories, Alisha had been ill-prepared for this, and her head had come up sharply when the full nine inches had been driven home. With her insides aching terribly, the two white boys had straightened Alisha up again - now with a long tail hanging from between her buttocks - and begun arranging the complicated network of buckles and straps around her torso. Connected to the agonizing dildo-tail sticking out of her rump, a strap was passed under Alisha's crotch and pulled tightly up between her damp labia, before joining up with a horizontal strap that encircled her middle and bound her arms at the elbows and wrists. This was then linked to a vertical strap running up to the back of her collar, and pulled so tightly that her interlocked arms were tugged high up her back. 

With her arms now immobilized, the boys had moved on to her final adornment, and from his pocket, Richard had produced two vicious little serrated metal clips with spherical bells attached. As Alisha's eyes had grown wide in horror, he had squeezed opened the first clip and held it over her elongated nipple. She had begun to snort through her nostrils and shake her head as Richard had closed the clip agonizingly slowly over her sensitive teat. If it hadn't been for the rubber bit pressing down on her tongue, Alisha would have screamed the place down, such was the burning pain. He had then repeated the procedure on her other nipple, leaving her squirming in agony. 

To distract her from the pain in her nipples, Richard had then given her two sharp cracks across her ass with the crop which had apparently signaled the beginning of her training, because for the past fifteen minutes, she had been marking time on the spot, lifting her knees high, as her fat breasts swung around crazily and the little bells jingled in the open country air. As she ran in place, Alisha breathed hard though her nostrils, her throat sore and dry, and her legs already cramping intolerably. 

Just when she thought she was going to collapse, Richard ordered her to rest. She stood on weary legs, her stomach and breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. 

"Take one knee, like a well-trained pony!" Mister Jacob's voice took her by surprise because the blinkers only allowed her to see what was going on in front of her. Angling her head to the side, Alisha saw to her dismay that he was not alone and that a few of the farmhands were watching, including the older black man who had watched her plowing the fields the previous week. 

Once again, Alisha's mortification plumbed new depths as a male member of her own race was bearing witness to her utter degradation. As crushing as it felt to be incessantly mocked and humiliated by the white folk, displaying her total submission in this way in front of one of her own people, stranger or not, was a hundred times worse! 

She knelt down with her right knee up and her left one down on the damp grass, her protuberant teats already numb, and her rectum so well and truly corked, it felt as if she hadn't defecated for days! A dribble of sweat ran into her right eye, and as she instinctively shook her head to clear it, Alisha spotted someone that instantly made her heart jump up into her throat! Because her elaborate headgear had so limited her vision, she hadn't seen the well-dressed gentleman standing beside Mister Jacob the first time, but now a wave of terror swept over her as she recognized his handsome, ebony face. 

Martin! Oh, no, no, no, NO! 

All of her training thus far was instantly forgotten as she locked eyes with the one man who she respected, trusted, and secretly loved more than any other - her mentor at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon! In a blind panic, Alisha struggled to her feet, literally turned tail, and ran away as fast as she could. 

* 

It had been a curious morning for Martin Price, J.D., junior partner at the prestigious city law firm of Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. Settling down at his desk long before the rest of the staff as was his custom, he had received an unexpected call from David Van Hook, one of the senior partners, requesting his presence on the hallowed penthouse floor. 

Not only was this a highly rare occurrence - the partners were a tight-knit group - but also a cause of some concern. Van Hook, an elderly conservative WASP, wasn't exactly known for either his generosity or approachability. Thirty minutes later, Martin had emerged from Van Hook's luxurious office wondering what the hell had just happened. He had basically been given a mission - a very unusual one - which he had had no choice other than to accept. Not only that, but he had been sworn to absolute secrecy, and failure to do so would result not only in his instant dismissal at the firm, but would also see a premature end to his meteoric career. 

Even though he knew he had the right to refuse, Martin knew enough about the machinations of the legal profession to agree to this bizarre task, with the added incentive that Van Hook carried considerable clout when it came to approving new senior partners. As an African-American from a middle-class background, and proud of his heritage though he was, Martin was street-wise enough to understand that this wasn't a request, but a straight order from the white man! 

Still in the dark as to the exact nature of his task, he had taken his Canon VIXIA camcorder, and followed the directions given him to the country farm owned by a certain Jacob Johnson, where all would be explained. 

So it was with much bewilderment and more than a little irritation that he found himself trudging across a soggy field in his Brooks Brothers wool three- piece and John Doe Oxfords behind the vulgar little farmer. Apparently whatever he was supposed to be filming was in the paddock up ahead, and now his confusion was turning to outright resentment. Had Van Hook chosen him to check out some horse he was interested in buying? Surely he was aware that Martin had a lot more important things to do at the office and could have sent one of the interns? 

But as they approached the paddock, he suddenly sensed that there was something seriously amiss here. A group of men were leaning on the fence watching a strange-looking creature that was definitely not a horse, although he could see that it had ears and a tail. It was only when they joined the other onlookers that Martin saw in detail what was being kept in the paddock, and yet his brain at first refused to acknowledge what he was looking at. 

A naked young woman was standing meekly before them, her shining skin as dark as his own, and with the biggest breasts he had ever seen in his life! She was wearing a most ludicrous piece of headgear - a bit jammed into her mouth, leather ears and blinkers, and a multicolored feather plume waving above her head, all secured tightly by leather straps and buckles - while more straps secured her arms behind her back and ran snugly up through the thick pubic bush between her legs. Last but not least, the wretched young woman had a long tail hanging down from between her buttocks! 

"What in God's name is going on here?" he asked in little more than an incredulous whisper. 

Ignoring him, Jacob said to the hapless black girl, "Take one knee, like a well-trained pony!" 

As the poor wretch assumed the submissive position she shook her head, and quite suddenly he was looking straight into her rapidly widening eyes. And despite the rest of her comically grotesque appearance, Martin would have recognized that stunningly beautiful face anywhere. 

Alisha? It can't be! 

But even in such a humbling and ridiculous get up, there was no doubting those lovely, almond shaped eyes, which were now seized with sudden dread. And then she was up on her bare feet and away, the muscles in her powerful thighs rippling, her oversized breasts bouncing high, and her tail dancing behind her! 

Chapter Twenty-One 

It's over! My career is over! 

Her mind was in too much of a fog to analyze in that split-second why Martin, of all people, should be standing beside these degenerate rustics, but she had retained just about enough of a grip on reality to know that his presence here spelled total disaster for her! This whole nightmare had been hinged around saving her career, and although she had slipped several gears mentally and emotionally over the past week, that was the one and only prize she had been clinging to. And even though she had bolted the instant she had seen him, there was no doubt that Martin had recognized her - the look in his eyes had said it all! 

As she charged pell-mell towards the opposite fence, with her inflated, aching breasts slapping her in the face and the little bells tinkling merrily on her flying nipples, she had only one hope left - if she could just clear the fence, she would keep on going through the woods, and maybe, just maybe, Martin might walk away and somehow convince himself that it was a case of mistaken identity. Right now, Alisha had to get free of these maniacs and try to rescue something, anything, of her rapidly disintegrating life!  These barely coherent thoughts whizzed through her mind in a flash as her legs pumped harder and harder, her restricted vision focused only on the fence that was now bearing down on her fast. She was peripherally aware of her male audience shouting at her - or were they laughing? - as she launched herself from the slippery grass, skidded on her bare heels, and then her huge brown boobs were in front of her face as she slammed backwards into the ground with the wind knocked out of her. 

She stayed where she was for a while, looking up at the grey cloud cover, fleetingly too physically shattered to even worry about what Martin must be thinking - then Richard and Matthew's grinning faces appeared above her. "Where do you think you are galloping off to, Black Beauty?" 

Alisha could only lay there panting, legs splayed, aware that they were ogling her hairy bush at their leisure, but right now that wasn't her major concern, because she just knew that they were going to take her back to the other side of the paddock where Martin would be waiting and watching! 

They roughly hoisted her to her feet, and as she stood powerlessly before them, Matthew hooked a rope to her collar. It seemed inconceivable that she was passively letting this happen under these horrendous new circumstances, but Alisha actually allowed the two white boys to lead her back across the paddock to face her ultimate nightmare. Somewhere in her muddled mind, she understood that under the terms of her agreement with Nash, they no longer had a hold on her, and yet she was so used to following their orders, that she now felt compelled to obey! 

As they neared the fence, Alisha couldn't help but look at Martin's face, and his expression of shock and amazement with his eyes fixed upon her milk- enlarged tits, suddenly triggered a stark, new question - why exactly was he here? There was no way he could have known what had happened to her unless it had something to do with the law firm! For a brief moment, she clung to the tiny hope that he had come to rescue her, that perhaps he was here to pay them off. But that glimpse of salvation evaporated in the next instant when Mister Jacob said, "Well, Mr. Price? What do you think of your young rising star now?" 

As Martin gawped at her ludicrous get-up, Alisha prayed that the earth would open up and swallow her! She knew from the way he looked at her that Martin, like most of the male employees and Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon, desired her sexually, and Alisha had to admit that she had used her charms to the maximum advantage. Not that she didn't have the brains or drive to succeed in that cutthroat world - far from it, in fact. But Alisha had always been astute enough to know that a black girl without any social connections had to use everything at her disposal to move up the company ladder. Certainly Martin would not have backed her so strongly had she not been up to the workload, but the fact that he secretly coveted her - and she him - had made their professional relationship an especially good one. 

Until now. Whereas before he could only dream and imagine, now he was perusing her practically naked body at his leisure, especially her massive, bare breasts, no longer enticingly concealed under a tight fitting blouse in the office. But that cock-teasing was suddenly a thing of the past and Martin seemed hypnotized by them. And how they had changed! Enormous udders punctuated by long, erect teats with little bells dangling from them! There was no way Martin would ever be attracted to her again after seeing her like this. Suddenly all remnants of fight seemed to drain from her body as her eyes brimmed with tears of utter shame. 

"W-what have you done to her?" Martin stammered. 

"She's in training," Mister Jacob said proudly. "By the time she is done here, you'll have a very obedient little filly to answer to your every need." 

"This... this is outrageous!" Martin said. "This is worse than slavery! You're not even treating her like a human!" 

"She hasn't earned the right yet!" Mister Jacob snapped. "And I think you'd be wise to think of your boss Mr. Van Hook, before you get any ideas about interfering." 

Alisha had been mournfully following the exchange with her eyes cast down - even looking at Martin's face was too painful to bear right now - but when one of the senior partners was mentioned, she snapped her head up in shocked surprise. What could this possibly mean? 

"Now, Richard," Mister Jacob continued. "I want you to show Mr. Price how we treat disobedient ponies around here! Mr. Price, I understand you are under instructions to film all of this?" 

Now Alisha's world descended further into the abyss as she fearfully watched Richard menacingly swish his crop through the air. With Matthew holding her in place by the rope, Richard slowly circled her, grinning wickedly. Even though intense pain was imminent, Alisha's main focus of attention was on Martin, because to her growing consternation, he had slowly raised his camcorder and was pointing it in her direction! 

He's going to film me! That means he is a part of this! 

She couldn't accept that he would have abruptly turned against her, which meant that he was being in some way coerced, but that didn't change the fact that not only was he about to witness her humiliating punishment but that he would have video footage of it to view whenever he wanted! 

"Where's it going to be?" Richard said from behind her as he patted her on the butt. "These big, wobbly ass cheeks? Or perhaps the soles of the feet? Maybe those deformed nipples, eh? What do you think little brother?" 

"How about her cunt?" Matthew suggested. 

"Yes! Great idea! That will give her something to remember! Open your legs, Black Beauty!" 

Alisha was in such a stupor that she failed to immediately respond, which prompted Richard to tap her inner thighs with the crop. The contact made her jump, and then guided by the tongue of the crop, she moved her feet apart until they were spread a few feet apart. Then she felt the crop again, this time across her buttocks, a little harder, and with considerably more bite! 

"Get those hips forward!" Richard barked. "I know you've got a big, hairy snatch, but I need to get a good shot at it!" 

He was standing to the side of her now, and she could see Jacob's leering face directly in front of her, and beside him, her beloved Martin, his own chiseled features hidden behind his camcorder. Unable to look left or right, Alisha heard and felt the first blow simultaneously, which was followed by a searing fire in her swollen labia. 

She yelped through the leather bit and brought her knees together, prompting another stinging blow across her backside. "Keep your legs apart or you'll only make things worse for yourself!" Richard shouted. 

Oh dear God, that hurt! Alisha thought manically. For a split second she almost fled again, but through her anguish she understood that they would only bring her back again and her punishment would be become much worse. 

A second electrifying blow landed on the leather strip running up her crotch, and again the pain was so intense that she snorted through her nostrils before letting out a gargling bellow. It was as much as she could do to hold her position as Richard proceeded to mete out stroke after stroke, the thin fiberglass crop smacking into her crotch again as its leather keeper flicked against her inflamed labia. 

As the assault continued, Alisha's miserable universe contracted to the area around her groin. The pain was intense, almost unbearable, and yet as Richard went relentlessly on and on, she began to experience another, more pleasant, but most unwelcome sensation down there. Through the red haze that had descended upon her, Alisha realized to her horror that her body was actually responding to this savage beating directly upon her most sensitive place. Now she understood what the expression 'sweet pain' really meant, and her reactions frightened her more than ever before. 

Please don't make me come in front of Martin! she silently begged her young, white master. 

Chapter Twenty-Two 

Watching the writhing young law intern in the outlandish pony-girl gear having her genitals brutally whipped, Martin felt as though he had stepped through a time warp and landed back in a nineteenth-century southern plantation! Except the almost-naked black slave girl was a young woman whom Martin had become accustomed to watching strut imperiously around the polished floors of a top law firm, dressed in smart business suits, her hair straightened into an elegant asymmetrical bob, and her beautiful face a picture of composure and inner-strength! 

Now he filmed her toes curling in the grass - he had never even seen her bare feet before! - then moved the lens up over her mound, with her dark, moist labia thrusting through her thick thatch of pubic hair, up to her outrageously huge breasts, before settling on her contorted face. How in the world did the poor kid get herself into this hellish mess? 

He momentarily lowered the camcorder, feeling ashamed of himself that he should even be collaborating with these evil white folk. He knew in his heart that he should be doing something to help her, but the sick little farmer's recent comment still rang in his ears - if he failed to deliver, then his own career would be in jeopardy. So, somewhat sheepishly, he continued filming as the white youth kept on flicking the crop at her groin. 

Then something happened that shocked him to the core. After about ten minutes of the excruciating torture, Alisha suddenly bucked at the hips and emitted a most beastlike cry. Her body shook and her head hung forward as twin streams of urine gushed out from either side of the leather gusset. 

Dear Lord! Has she had an orgasm and wet herself at the same time? 

Still filming, he watched in fascinated horror as Alisha's micturition went on and on, splashing her feet and soaking into the grass, while the little bells attached to her obscenely stretched nipples tinkled in the country air, accompanied by Alisha choked sobs of despair. 

One of the things that Martin had always found most fascinating about Alisha in the office was her air of mystery. She had always kept a slight, knowing smile on her face, and had never offered too much information about herself whenever they took lunch together. Even though he had never had the courage to ask her out on a date, he had been forced to admit to himself that he was quite hooked on this composed, seriously hot, and secretive young African- American girl. 

But now, in the space of a few minutes, most of those enigmas had been savagely pried open! He already knew what she basically looked like unclothed, even though her bust, impressive though it had once been, was never even close to the size of the abnormally overgrown pair he was recording right now! And on top of that, he was quite sure he had just watched her come and piss herself in front of a lecherous male audience! All of the mystique had vanished in an instant, and with it - he had to say it - his respect for her. In fact, all he could feel right now was pity for the sad creature that was somehow deriving erotic pleasure from her lewd debasement - and yet, despite all of this, to his shock and chagrin, Martin felt his member getting harder! 

How could I possibly be getting aroused by this depraved spectacle? 

He lowered the camcorder as casually as possibly so that it covered his groin. If this cackling bunch of perverts spotted his semi-erection, he would never live it down! 

"Did you enjoy that, Black beauty?" Jacob laughed. "You see what an animal she has become, Mr. Price?" 

Martin would not even dignify that question with a reply, but he couldn't deny that there was nothing of the old Alisha left that he could see. He wondered how long she had been here, and more significantly, how long she was to stay. She had asked him for a couple of weeks leave, citing a family matter, and although had been a little surprised given her upcoming exams, he had agreed. Now he knew that she had lied to him, although he figured that she had done so under duress, which made him wonder where David Van Hook fitted into all this? 

Thinking of the senior partner, he decided to use him as an excuse walk away from this disgusting performance for a moment. "I have to call my boss," he said, still hiding his growing erection with the camcorder. "I'll be right back." 

* 

Coming back to her senses, Alisha watched Martin walk away and another wave of deep despair washed over her. He's disgusted with me! Of course he is! I look like a freak! And he thinks I'm getting pleasure out of this! How will I ever be able to look him in the eyes again? 

Such was her state of wretchedness, that when Richard tugged on her ponytail, she barely noticed. "What a mess your hair is! Don't upwardly-mobile city women take pride in their hair these days?" 

Now alert to his presence behind her again, it occurred to Alisha that she hadn't even seen herself once in a mirror since her ordeal on the farm began. She could only guess how she must look in the bridle, leather harness and dido-tail, but such had been her continual state of woe that this was the first time she had actually thought about her hair! 

She hadn't been give access to shampoo, her only cleansings coming in the form of the occasional icy hose-down. Now she wondered miserably how her hair must be looking after a week without the application of the array of flat irons, relaxers and sprays she kept at her apartment. As much as she despised him, Richard was correct - her lustrous hair had always been a source of great pride to her. But why was he talking about it now? 

She received the dreadful answer to that question the very next moment when she felt him painfully jerking her head back, as the sound of metal scissors cut into the air. 

No! Not my hair! 

Alisha shook her head violently, but it was all in vain because there was a sudden release in tension as she felt her cherished locks coming away! Tears welled up in her eyes as she processed that another price of her identity had been literally ripped away from her. 

In the next moment, Richard's fist appeared in front of her face and it was grasping a thick bunch of dry, frizzy hair - now she knew all too well how her hair had deteriorated over the past week! They had tied it back with rubber bands quite severely, and judging from the amount he was holding, he had cut the entire pony-tail off! She watched, transfixed, as Richard waved her once- gorgeous tresses like a trophy and to her disgust and astonishment, the laughing farmhands actually applauded! 

"I'm going to attach this to your dildo," he said. "When you come to the paddock tomorrow, it will be your own hair sticking out of your ass!" 

Alisha's vision began to blur as his nasty words sunk in - they were actually going to use something stolen from her own body as an adornment for her! Richard handed her shorn locks to his younger brother and said, "Now my Black Beauty, we are going to put you over the jumps!" 

* 

"Van Hook." 

Back in his car with his hard-on subsiding, Martin said in a shaky voice, "I've uploaded the video, Mr. Van Hook. I really don't understand any of this, but I've done as you asked." 

"Very good, Price. I didn't ask you to understand, but I do expect you to follow orders, and above all, keep your mouth shut." 

"Yes, sir," Martin said, feeling just as angry with himself as these sexual deviants he was apparently now working for. 

"Ah," Van Hook's voice came through the speaker. "I see it. Good, good." 

On the passenger seat, Martin's camcorder was linked up with his ThinkPad and he could see the replay of Alisha's embarrassing crotch-thrashing that van Hook was also currently viewing. He wanted to turn his face away, but when Alisha began to spasm, and the liquid cascade erupted from between her legs, he couldn't help staring again, and the unbidden rush to his penis returned. 

Finally, Van Hook said, "Yes, yes, excellent! They're doing a wonderful job. I understand the young woman is very bright. One of your favorites too, I hear." 

"Yes, Alisha was - I mean, is - a very smart and ambitious young lady," Martin said, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks. 

"Well, I'm afraid she won't have much of a future at the bar after this, but she doesn't need to know that just yet. I want you to inform her trainer that she is to remain on the farm until further notice. As far as the girl is concerned, tell her that she will be extending her stay but that her job at the firm is quite safe, and she will remain on full pay. Understood?" 

"Yes, Mr. Van Hook, but may I ask...?" 

"All I can say is it would be in your best interest not to ask questions and simply do as you are told. If you cooperate without any trouble, then you will be well rewarded. On the other hand, if you start making waves, well there are people in very high places who will not be at all happy with you. Do I make myself clear?" 

Martin let out a trembling breath. "Yes sir, quite clear." 

"Good. Now you can tell the farmer that from now on you will be my intermediary. You will pass on all communications regarding the girl's future development and the farmer's remuneration." 

Oh, hell! Martin thought. I'm going to have to come back here? 

"Also," Van Hook continued, "I would like you to put yourself at the farmer's disposal whenever you visit." 

Martin blinked out of the windscreen. In the paddock he saw sunlight glinting off metal somewhere near Alisha's head. 

"Excuse me, sir?" 

"He may require you to participate in some of Alisha's training. I would appreciate it if you co-operate with him." 

Participate? I still can't believe that I actually saw it! 

"Um, how should I..?" 

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a taste for it. In fact, when she finally comes back to work, your wonderful protégé will be a very different, and extremely compliant creature! You'll probably be most happy with her! Good day." 

Chapter Twenty-Three 

Because of her literally blinkered view of the world, Alisha hadn't noticed all of the obstacles that were arranged around the edges of the paddock. As distraught as she was about the loss of her long tresses, she now focused on each of them in turn as she was slowly rotated by Matthew using the rope attached to her collar. There were three low jumps made of suspended wooden posts resting at about two feet in height. But in the middle of them was another jump at least a foot higher consisting of a wooden frame packed with straw, followed by a grassy incline that descended on the other side down into a small rectangle of water. The whole circuit was arranged in a circle around the inside of the paddock fences. Already worn out from her previous exertions - not to mention her recent agonizing orgasm - Alisha vaguely wondered if she was going to make it around without collapsing. 

Matthew unhooked the rope and Richard patted her on the butt as he informed her, "If you get back round to me in less than three minutes, we'll let you go back to the milking shed to rest. If you don't, you'll just keep on going on around until you are fast enough. Ready?" 

Alisha could only look at him dumbly, but then she felt the sting of the crop on her rump. 

"Go, you stupid mare!" 

She hesitated, her brain in a state of miserable confusion, before receiving another sharp crack of the crop. "The clock is ticking, Black Beauty!" 

This time she did move, with enough of her faculties intact to comprehend that the faster she ran, the fewer circuits she would have to complete. She cleared the first two low hurdles with ease, her feet pounding hard on the grass, while her throbbing bell-clamped nipples danced crazily in front of her eyes. But then came the straw jump, and as she approached it she knew that the only way she was going to get over was by propelling herself off the top. With a animal grunt, she drove herself off the ground, but when her bare sole landed on the sharp straw ends, she winced in pain and staggered back, just about managing to keep her feet. Now she had to run around in a circle to get a decent run up, and this time, bracing herself for the painful straw stubble, she found the strength to lever herself over to the other side.  The incline was another ten yards ahead, and although only a few feet high, she discovered that it was steep enough to force her to lean forward to in order to make it to the apex. What she hadn't counted on was the muddy surface on the other side, and as soon as her foot touched the ground, she skidded over onto her back, feeling the cool mud under her rump while her weight shoved her dildo-tail further up her rectum. She shrieked in pain as she slithered down to the water, and then she was in it, cold and murky, up to her waist. Now she had to wade, her long nipples dragging under the surface, the slippery, slimy bottom squelching between her toes. With much effort, she made it to the other side, lifting her aching legs out of the water, and then she set off to tackle the last low jump. 

By now she was puffing hard and her throat was burning, and the last of the low jumps had suddenly become much more daunting than the first two. Somehow she willed herself over it, and then half-ran, half-staggered back to the staring point where Richard was waiting with his stopwatch. 

"Three minutes, forty-three seconds," he announced to the men behind the fence. "Not good enough, I'm afraid. You'll have to go again, Black Beauty!" 

Right away? Alisha would have wept openly were it not for the bit between her teeth. 

"I'll give you a minute to catch your breath, and then you can try it again. My pa won't allow lazy show ponies on his farm!" 

* 

Returning to the gathering of lunatics, Martin related the details of his unsettling phone call back to Jacob, and then turned his attention to what was occurring inside the paddock. Alisha was panting heavily, saliva dripping from her chin onto her monstrous heaving tits, while Jacob's sons patted her wet buttocks and pulled on her nipple bells. 

Because she had her back to him, Martin could now see what the glinting metal had been all about - her pony-tail was gone, and in its place was a little stub of hair held together by rubber bands! He sighed as he reluctantly raised his camcorder again. At least her new, roughly hewn haircut and enlarged breasts didn't yet matter as far as work was concerned - the poor young woman was destined to be spending a lot more time on this 'farm-from-hell'! 

Through his viewfinder, Martin observed Richard whipping his riding crop across Alisha's bare ass, and the clearly tired girl set of towards the first jump. He watched her tail bounce gaily behind her as she rose over the jump and then cleared the next one ten yards further away. As he recorded her prancing away to the far side of the paddock, Martin still couldn't comprehend that this was actually happening to his favorite intern - it was all so surreal! 

This time he took in every detail - her headgear with the demeaning horse ears, colorful plume, blinkers and mouth bit; the tail protruding from between her buttocks; the jangling little bells attached to her deformed nipples; and of course her breasts, more like udders, so utterly out of place on her athletic frame. 

Alisha hurled herself up onto a straw jump, tumbling forward but her momentum keeping her going up a small hillock, and then she skidded on her ass down the other side into a pool of water. For a second, she disappeared from view, only her plume visible above the surface. But then she bobbed up, coughing and spluttering through her bit, and pressed on through the water. With her arms bound tightly behind her back, her tinkling nipples led the way as she struggled up and out of the water and then propelled herself forward again towards the final jump. Now visibly exhausted, she clipped the wooden pole with her toes and she let out a muffled shriek of anguish, but she still managed to maintain her balance as she returned to her starting point. 

That's my girl, Martin thought with a heavy heart. Always a fighter! 

"Oh dear," Richard said, looking at his stopwatch. "Four minutes and four seconds. You're getting worse, Black Beauty! I'll give you a few moments to catch your breath and then you can try again." 

While she gathered herself, her stomach sucking in and out, her nude body wet and glistening, Alisha and Martin inadvertently made eye contact. For a brief moment, he read everything there was to see in those lovely almond-shaped eyes - shame, humiliation and despair certainly, but also, fury, resistance, and yes, even now, hope. 

She looked coyly away from him and, embarrassed for her, Martin glanced at the watching farmhands. He had been so preoccupied the first time round that he hadn't even noticed that one of them was black! And yet looking at him, he realized the older guy seemed to be deriving as much pleasure from Alisha's suffering as the rest of the white men. It seemed that this wasn't specifically about race then, but he was sure that from what he had been told by Van Hook, that there was a large, powerful, and sinister mechanism at work here, and Alisha was likely just one of many other girls in the same awful situation! 

What's in store for her? he wondered as she set off on a third soul-destroying round of jumps. Would they ever let her return to her old position at Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon? Or was she destined to become the plaything of rich and omnipotent members of society for the rest of her life? Van Hook had indicated that she would indeed one day return to the firm, but in what capacity? And how badly would Martin's relationship with her be affected? 

Watching her leap yet again over a jump, like the good little pony she had become, Martin doubted if he could ever secretly love her in the way he had before, knowing that he most certainly wouldn't ever be able to erase this day from his memory! And yet he was ashamed to admit to himself that his melancholy mood was tinged with another uncalled for stirring in his loins. It was an immoral feeling, so wrong, and yet so disturbingly exciting. What would he do if Jacob called upon him to perform some degrading punishment on the wretched girl? Could he bring himself to do it? Would he actually enjoy it? As he pondered these emotionally painful, yet tantalizing questions, he felt his erection once more start to grow inside his pants. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

    Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 04


_Author's Note: For context, please first read 'Alisha is Sent to the Farm' – Parts One, Two and Three. If you want to find out how Alisha was originally blackmailed into submitting to this nightmare world of subjugation, please read 'Annabel and Mr. Nash – Chapter Sixty-Six'. 

My heartfelt thanks to Regressednegress and Ashley Darkside for their imaginative contributions to this ongoing story._ 

***** 

Chapter Twenty-Four 

It was her reflection that did it. If she hadn't glanced up at the greenhouse as she had waddled awkwardly past, Alisha may well have managed to continue meandering through the days and weeks ahead, cocooned in the drug-induced bubble of mental confusion and bodily basic needs that had come to embrace her entire world. If she hadn't actually seen what a physically grotesque creature they had turned her into, then perhaps she would have sunk so deeply into this swamp of mindless obedience that she would never have found her way back out. 

After a few days of exhausting and agonizing pony training in the paddock, Alisha had eventually been taken to a remote wooden stall on the edge of the field and kept there in isolation without even the company of the other milk cows to comfort her. Her initial sense of relief at finally being left alone had soon begun to transform into a growing anxiety as the minutes and hours had ticked by, and the first night had fallen. Chained to a wooden cross-beam, Alisha had been forced to either kneel or crouch, and she had alternated between the two positions in turn to alleviate the cramping in her weary legs. 

But of far greater concern had been the steadily increasing ache in her bloated, milk-laden breasts. Her brain was by now very much in tune with the ebbs and flows of her body, and she instinctively knew that if the pressure in her swollen mammaries was not released soon, she simply would not survive. With her arms attached horizontally to the beam, she was incapable of milking herself, and so as much as it grieved her, she had begun to hanker for the return of her cruel white masters, because they were the only ones who could provide her with the relief she so desperately needed. 

Kneeling and then crouching for hour after hour in the cramped wooden stall, Alisha's convoluted mind had at one point plucked a random scene of her former life from its memory banks. Like a ghost, she had floated through the polished marble lobby of her office building, and then past the rows of brightly lit cubicles up on the seventh floor where she worked, recognizing the faces of her colleagues, and she had even watched her former self striding confidently through the office. But it was as if the intelligent, vibrant young African- American career woman she was observing were another person entirely. Straight-backed, chin proudly raised, smartly dressed in a white blouse and navy skirt, with a stack of legal documents under her arm - was this really what she had looked like before? She had, for a while, been overcome by a deep sense of loss accompanied by a sudden need to escape and reclaim her former place, but eventually the image had been eclipsed by the far more urgent throbbing in her distended nipples, and in the morning, when they had come for her, the memory had receded to nothing more than a vague sense of unease. 

Physically spent, she had feebly protested as Matthew had hosed her down with ice cold water, his bare hands roaming freely over her naked skin, but when his fingers had found her responsive teats, the blessed relief as he had squeezed off some excess milk had outweighed any sense of indecency. When the giggling white boys had then pried her ass cheeks apart and pressed the mysterious narcotic capsules inside her body, the pain and outrage had rapidly receded as the soothing drugs had taken effect. Much needed sleep had then engulfed her, and when she had opened her eyes she had felt amazingly fresh, flexing her toes in the dirt and listening to the early birds chirping in the trees. Her legs no longer hurt, and her breasts, although still brim full of milk, weren't for once, the focus of her attention. 

Although she was terrified of what long-term effect the drugs might be having on her, there was no doubting the feeling of well-being that followed their application. Clearly, Jacob and his associates knew exactly what they were doing, because in just a couple of hours, Alisha had been transformed from being physically shattered to fully energized. Unfortunately this meant that she was almost certainly due for another day of humiliating exercise for her captors' amusement, of course. 

But ominously, she sensed that there was something else that they had done to her while she had been out, and although she had no way of seeing what it was, she could feel the cool air around her neck and scalp, and with a sinking heart realized that they had been at her hair again. She suddenly recalled Richard brutally snipping her pony tail off in the paddock the week before, and the heart-wrenching sight of her beloved locks in his hand flashed before her eyes. When she had arrived at the farm, her hair – such a source of pride back in the city – had been straight and shoulder length. She had favored a fringe cut for the past few weeks, and the admiring looks from her male colleagues, as well as the compliments she had received from her friends, told her that once again she had chosen the style well. 

Well, that's all gone now, she thought woefully. But what have they left me with? 

The absurdity of her sudden panic about her hair was not lost on her, given her permanent state of undress, he grossly inflated breasts, and the enforced hair growth under her arms and around her crotch. But as much as she knew that it was irrelevant in the big picture, she was suddenly quite anxious to discover what further changes they had made to her. Oh, for a little mirror on the back of the rough wooden door she was facing! Back in her city life, she had spent a great deal of her time studying herself vainly in the mirror, but then she'd had good reason to. Perhaps now she was better off not knowing what she looked like. 

Feeling pins and needles in her calves, Alisha shifted forward onto her knees, her tender nipples prodding against the door. She flexed her shoulders and turned her head from side to side, and felt the thick leather collar digging into her neck – another permanent reminder of her slave-like status. 

Her hair temporarily forgotten, Alisha's mind drifted under the numbing effects of the drugs in her system. This time there were no flashbacks to her city life, just endless loops of the unspeakable indignities she had suffered since her ordeal had begun, and in particular, the leering, laughing faces of the white men that now controlled her wretched existence. 

Maybe she had slept in her kneeling position, but she was snapped out of her nightmare when the door was jerked open, sunlight pouring into her stall, and she squinted up the silhouettes of Richard and Matthew. Even though their appearance meant further torment was surely coming her way, Alisha was actually a little relieved to see them again, because anything was surely better than the endless monotony of sitting this tiny wooden stall. 

She heard the clinking of a chain as Richard reached inside and freed her arms from the crossbeam, and then with a jerk on her collar she was pulled out into the open air. Still on her knees, Alisha stared submissively at Richard's boots as he grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly up behind her head. She heard a solid click as her wrist cuffs were fastened to the collar, forcing her to keep her hands up behind her neck. Immediately she felt bare skin on the back of her head, and her heart began to pound in trepidation. 

Oh, dear God no! They've shaved my head! 

"Let's go, Daisy!" Richard said, jerking on her leash. "You've got visitors." 

The implications of Richard's words were momentarily lost on Alisha as she struggled to come to terms with the fact that she was now bald! But then did it really make any difference now? She was permanently naked in front of them, and they had fucked her repeatedly, she had swallowed their semen, she had wallowed in compost, crawled around in a pig pen, had been milked like a cow, performed like a show pony – was there really anything left to preserve of her dignity? 

As she maneuvered herself upright, Alisha resolved to turn herself mentally inward again. To try and become the observer and pretend that this body she was occupying belonged to some other unfortunate slave, that the real Alisha Royce, with her long straightened hair, her well-toned sexy figure, and her beautiful wardrobe, was patiently waiting for her back in the city. 

"Down on your haunches, Daisy!" Richard said, giving the leash a tug that made Alisha stumble forward. Still declining to look up at her tormentors, Alisha rose into a squatting position, and after feeling two more jerks on the chain, began to waddle forward behind Richard, her outlandish breasts bouncing in front of her. 

"How are you feeling today, Daisy?" she heard Matthew say from behind her. "Nicely refreshed? Ready for another good workout?" 

Unlike Richard and Master Jacob, Alisha wasn't totally afraid of Matthew. More than once he had displayed a little affection for her, and if it weren't for these nightmarish circumstances, he would probably have been just another tongue-tied admirer like so many of the other pathetic white boys in the law firm where she worked. But of course because of his undeserved position of power over her on the farm, Matthew didn't have to impress her in order to enjoy her charms – indeed after learning to overcome his initial coyness, Matthew had quickly gotten into the habit of taking advantage of Alisha's naked body far more frequently than his older brother! 

Perhaps it was because of this unwanted familiarity that Alisha chose to ignore him, and so they continued around the field in silence, a huge-breasted black girl with her hands locked behind her head, waddling along on a leash between two white farm boys. 

Lord, give me the strength to survive this hell! Alisha thought as they approached the milking shed behind the farmhouse. Richard had said there were visitors waiting, and as the moment of their introduction neared, her heart began to race a little faster. It was always the same in situations like these – no matter what she had managed to endure so far, it was always worse when new faces came to witness her misery and degradation. 

Because of the effort in trying to maintain her balance, Alisha had been concentrating on the dirt path in front of her, but as they passed the greenhouse the glinting sunlight caught her eye and for the first time in days, she finally got to see what she actually looked like! 

The concept of having her head shaved, devastating enough in itself, wasn't even close to the effect the sight of her reflection had on her. She was staring straight into the eyes of an ape-like creature with muscular legs that were bent under a pair of monstrous breasts jutting impudently forward like floating zeppelins, their dark skin stretched and shiny in the morning light. Alisha had been carrying their increasingly burdensome weight for so many days now that although the sight of them was not a complete surprise, it still came as a shock. 

But it was her head that immediately cornered her attention, and for a moment she hardly recognized herself. The last time she had gazed upon her reflection back at her apartment, her head had been adorned with thick, black lustrous tresses. As she had suspected, they were history now, but on closer inspection she saw that the boys hadn't completely shaved her scalp – although it would have been kinder if they had. No, they had decided to make her look even more ridiculous by leaving a thin Mohican patch on top, and two more tufts just above each ear! The effect was both clown-like and, for a girl who had always spent so much time and money on her hair, deeply humiliating! 

Stunned by the preposterous spectacle she presented, Alisha dug her toes into the earth and pulled back on her leash. Taken unawares, Richard stopped and turned, but after following her gaze, a broad grin spread upon his lips. 

"Oh, yes," he sniggered. "We thought a little haircut might be in order before you received your new guests." 

He tugged on the leash and Alisha lurched forward with a whimper. "Please, take me back," she whined. "I can't let anybody see me like this!" 

"Don't be silly!" Matthew crooned, patting her on her almost-bald pate. "You look adorable – and I think Mr. Price and his assistant will think so too!" 

Chapter Twenty-Five 

"Well I must say, Martin," Gretchen said with a sarcastic smile. "You really know how to spoil a girl!" 

Martin Price sat on the end of the bed and looked out of the window across the fields. They had been taken to the poky little guest cottage by Jacob Johnson's housekeeper who had informed them that dinner would be served in the farmhouse at seven, and after giving Gretchen a perfunctory onceover, had then left them alone together. 

He glanced over at the tall, blonde law intern, and said, "I've already explained that this is a business trip, sanctioned by the highest levels of the company. This wasn't my idea at all." 

"So you've been constantly reminding me," Gretchen said, folding her arms underneath her small, pert breasts. "And all this secrecy! What could be so important that 'both our futures are in the balance', as you put it?" 

Her whimsical tone irritated Martin, although it was understandable that until she saw what was going on at this madhouse of a farm, she wouldn't be able to grasp the seriousness of it all. After witnessing Alisha's utter degradation the previous week, Martin had quietly hoped that he might be spared from any further involvement in this sick enterprise, whatever the hell in fact it was. Unfortunately, Mr. Van Hook had no intention of letting him get out of it that easily, and when he had instructed him to bring Gretchen along too, Martin had got the distinct impression that they were all being watched very closely by the powers that be at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. 

"Trust me, Gretchen," Martin said. "If you want your promising start to your legal career to continue, you will do as you are told, and keep your pretty mouth firmly shut!" 

Gretchen blinked at him, and for once words failed the sharp-witted young woman. Martin too, had surprised himself with his uncharacteristically blunt words. He was an educated and civilized man who always treated his staff with the utmost respect. But these were unusual circumstances to say the least, and the simple fact was, he was extremely vexed about this whole situation which seemed to be spiraling way out of control. He still hadn't recovered from witnessing Alisha put on that degrading pony-show performance in the paddock, nor from his unexpected and shamefully aroused reaction to it. 

To make matters worse, it didn't help that he found Gretchen extremely attractive, and again, he couldn't help wondering if Van Hook had somehow picked up on this, which may very well be the reason why they were now sharing this stark country bedroom together. It seemed absurd, but he was beginning to feel as though he had been unwittingly selected to participate in some kind of depraved sexual-social experiment! 

It couldn't have been coincidence either, that Alisha and Gretchen worked closely together with him at the firm, and Martin had always been only too aware that they competed for his attention. Of course, having these two attractive, intelligent interns vying for his affections had stoked his male ego, but as a professional he had never attempted to take things any further with either of them – no matter how tempting that may have been. Now here he was, alone with Gretchen, while somewhere on this weird farm, Alisha was being held captive and, he could only guess, being subjected to another humiliating ordeal. Before long, the two girls were sure to meet up – just what was Mr. Van Hook expecting to happen then? 

* 

With a sigh, Martin reluctantly laid his iPad to one side. He had spent the past hour dealing with e-mails and writing up a work-related report, but with nothing else outstanding on his task list, he was forced to return his attention to this world of insanity in which he now found himself trapped. Back in his own workplace, he was governed by rules, precedents and strict conformity, and he reveled in the control and discipline it required of him. Out here on this farm, the atmosphere fizzed with a dark and unstable latent energy, ready at any moment to explode into a frenzy of cruelty and depravity – always based upon the promise of perverted, unhealthy sex. And as much as he hated himself for it, Martin could not deny how much he had felt its powerful allure as soon as he had driven through the front gate. 

With this carnal fervor simmering in the back of his mind, he had decided to bury himself in work in order to distract himself from the sleeping form of Gretchen over on the bed. Now, feeling a little guilty, he took the opportunity to gaze at his leisure upon her long, slender legs under tight blue jeans. Her blonde fringe had fallen across her eyes and she was still clutching her Samsung smartphone as she gently breathed through slightly parted lips. Not for the first time on this bizarre farm, Martin felt his penis swelling at the sight of one of his female interns – except when he had witnessed Alisha in bondage, it had triggered an altogether different, and shameful kind of lust! 

A few weeks previously, he had taken both Gretchen and Alisha to lunch, officially to discuss a work project, but also – as all three were intuitively aware – as a rather cheeky excuse to explore the personal vibrations that had clearly developed between them. It had been naughty and exciting because not only was it unethical for him to have personal relations with an intern, it was also a violation of company regulations. But because of the close nature of their professional relationship, Martin had found himself in a position where he had a legitimate excuse to literally mix business with pleasure without attracting the attention of his superiors – or so it had seemed. 

As he had enjoyed his salad whilst listening to the two bright young law students verbally jousting with each other in an attempt to score brownie points with him, Martin had reveled in the subtle body language, the covert glances from Gretchen, the slight but unmistakable thrust of Alisha's generous bust, each of them attempting to outdo the other under a veil of conviviality and comradeship. 

Martin had on occasion caught himself pondering what it might be like to take things further with one, or indeed both of them, but of course he knew that it was never going to happen. Indeed the girls were almost certainly using their sexuality to gain a professional advantage and nothing more – should Martin have been foolhardy enough to suggest anything untoward, he would probably have been facing an embarrassing, if kindly, let down from both of them. 

And so they had let it hang there, this whiff of sexual anticipation that had most certainly, for him at least, added spice to his often trying workdays. The concept of intimate involvement with Alisha and Gretchen, either together or individually, would remain just that – an idea and a fantasy, which was a much safer place for it. 

But then he had received that fateful summons from David Van Hook, and everything had changed dramatically. Alisha was now a slave, not even being treated as human, and Martin had been coerced into witnessing the poor woman's utter degradation. An unbidden image of her galloping around the paddock, stark naked except for her bridle, headdress and butt-plug tail, forced its way into his mind. He could still clearly see her glistening black skin, her rippling thigh muscles, and most of all, the look of abject shame in her beautiful eyes as she had glanced briefly into his!  A sharp knock at the door snapped him out of his shameful reverie and as he jumped smartly out of his chair, he became aware of the huge erection that had grown in his pants. Startled by the noise, Gretchen opened her eyes, and before he could hide it, immediately spotted his bulging crotch. She blinked, looked up at him quizzically, and sat up. 

The illusion is already disintegrating! Our hypocritical little flirting game is over! Martin thought desperately. We're rats in a cage and there's nowhere to hide! 

Before he or Gretchen could say anything, there was another impatient rap at the door. 

Chapter Twenty-Six 

Gretchen rubbed her eyes and climbed off the bed while Martin answered the door. She hadn't intended to fall asleep, and having spotted the obvious erection under Martin's pants, she suddenly felt oddly vulnerable. Had he been getting aroused watching her while she dozed? 

Although a little taken unawares at first, Gretchen now smiled to herself. If she was indeed the cause of Martin's excitement – and why wouldn't she be? – she was finally winning her war of attrition with Alisha. Although the two interns got on well enough together, there was no doubting the rivalry that sizzled between them. Physically, you couldn't have brought together a more unlikely pair – Gretchen was lean, blonde and pale, while Alisha's skin was rich and dark, and her curves voluptuous beyond description. 

Although she would never openly admit it, Gretchen was privately jealous of Alisha. She had keenly observed the lustful looks that the dignified African- American girl constantly received from her male colleagues at Bale, Thomas and Farringdon. Oh sure, Gretchen got them too, but somehow the men seemed to regard Alisha with a certain awe that Gretchen never seemed to command. Anyhow, those losers had never been of any interest to her. Martin was the prize, and out here she was finally alone with him, although the circumstances of their trip remained a total mystery to her. 

When Martin had taken her to one side and said that he needed her for a special assignment, Gretchen had been ecstatic. Alisha had been on leave for a fortnight – family issues, or something – leaving Gretchen in a position to work on Martin without any competition. She had until now been a little disappointed that she hadn't had more success with her efforts. In fact, Martin had seemed rather distracted for the whole week. It was almost as if Gretchen needed Alisha's presence to bounce off, but just when she was beginning to regret her combatant's absence, Martin had asked her on this weekend road trip and Gretchen had jumped at it. 

On the way up, Martin had again seemed preoccupied, but Gretchen had been her usual chatty and irreverent self, and had managed to elicit the odd smile or chuckle from him as they had driven out into the countryside. This had come as something of a relief. It wasn't like Gretchen to doubt herself, but she had been beginning to wonder if she wasn't flogging a dead horse here. Despite her considerable charms, Gretchen knew that she would always be battling the issue of race. Martin and Alisha were both African-Americans of course, and Gretchen couldn't have been whiter. Not that race had even been an issue between the three of them, but it was a natural and biological fact that Martin was more likely to be attracted to one of his own kind. 

Curious to finally discover what was going on around here, Gretchen stretched, quickly examined her face in the mirror, ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair, and went out to the small living room. Martin was standing at the open front door, talking to a squat, ruddy-faced man, dressed in dungarees and rubber boots. He looked like such a caricature of a country rube that Gretchen would have burst out laughing if it weren't for the rather unsettling sneer playing on his rubbery lips. 

* 

"You are heading for a serious whipping, you stubborn cow!" Matthew panted as he yanked on Alisha's leash. 

Alisha knew it, but right now she didn't care. Anything was preferable to having to face Martin again. Somehow, after their previous encounter at the paddock, she had managed to convince herself that he would not be coming back. That his last visit had been due to some deranged mission that he had obviously had no prior knowledge of, and after reluctantly completing it had returned to the city and wiped the memory of 'Alisha the show pony' from his mind. Given the hopeless circumstances in which she now found herself, it was a foolish, unrealistic belief, but one she had felt compelled to cling to nonetheless. Martin – handsome, intelligent Martin – epitomized all that she was fighting for. During periodic moments of mental lucidity, it was always his face that appeared in her mind's eye when she was able to refocus upon her life and career back in the city. That he had already seen her put on such a totally disgraceful performance the previous week had been almost too much for her to bear – and now these relentlessly spiteful white boys were telling her that he was back! 

With these frenzied thoughts whizzing uncontrollably around in her head, Alisha dug her toes deeper into the dirt and braced her powerful thighs again – and with the intoxicating drug cocktail they had been feeding her enhancing her natural athleticism, Matthew was simply unable to budge her! 

But just when she thought that she might get away with it, she heard the all too familiar sound of Master Jacob's voice, and just like that, all of the strength abruptly drained out of her. 

"What's this? Disobedience? I thought we were past all that!" 

There followed a sharp crackle, accompanied by the most intense pain searing the cleft of her exposed buttocks. Alisha's once-virgin asshole had been violated on numerous occasions in recent weeks, but she was ill-prepared for this latest attack upon the most tender of places! 

"Aaai!" Her legs buckled and she toppled forward, squashing her milk-laden udders beneath her. 

"Get up or I'll give you another jolt!" Jacob snarled. 

Alisha had learned much about coping with pain and discomfort over the past few weeks, but the cattle prod was simply too much for her. Struggling back upright with Matthew's help, she looked woefully up at her hated master. 

"P-please, Master Jacob! Don't make me! I can't let him see me like this!" 

"Who? Your ex-boss?" Jacob smirked. "Is that what you are worried about? Do you honestly think he still finds you attractive after watching you in the paddock last week? After that disgusting performance, he'll never see you in the same light again! You might as well accept that you are nothing more than an animal to him now. Look at you, groveling on the ground with dirt all over your monstrous tits! You're a mess! Matthew, get her into the shed and give her a wash down – and then get her udders lubed up ready for a milking." 

Oh, please no! Surely they're not going to milk me in front of Martin? 

But in spite of her gathering dread, the cattle prod in Master Jacob's hand was incentive enough for Alisha to allow herself to be led towards the milking shed. As Richard slid the door to one side, Alisha could feel her heart thumping rapidly. Shuffling into the shed, Alisha saw to her dismay that quite a little crowd had assembled to witness her humiliating ritual, and as much as it pained her to do so, she couldn't help but search out Martin's face. Sure enough, there he was, his elegant features displaying that same expression of disgust mixed with pity that surely confirmed the sad truth of Master Jacob's words – it could never be the same between them again! 

Just then, before shamefully lowering her eyes, Alisha caught a glimpse of a young blonde woman standing beside Martin. Startled, she looked sharply back up again, but before she had time to refocus her eyes, Richard gripped her by the chin and jerked her head up. Alisha instinctively twisted her neck as she tried to get another look at the familiar-looking woman in the corner, but another pair of hands was upon her now, and then she could taste cold metal as her jaws were forced apart, and a leather strap was fastened under her chin. 

"Open her up fully," Master Jacob said as the straps were tightened, and then Alisha heard a screw being turned beside her ear as her mouth was gradually pulled open wider and wider. 

"Ngah!" was all Alisha could manage, her jaws instantly starting to ache. 

"Come on, Daisy!" Matthew said, unhooking her leash. "It's time to get you cleaned up!" 

* 

Gretchen stood awkwardly in the corner, very conscious of the fact that she was the only female present. Other than Martin, she didn't recognize any of the men in the little barn, which, she was fast concluding, was a good thing. Although she had been kept totally in the dark about what to expect this weekend, she had wondered if other law interns from Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon might have been in attendance as part of a company field trip. Now she was convinced that she was involved in something entirely unrelated to work – although she still had no clue as to what it could be about. 

One thing she did know was that she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable amongst this quietly chatting group of farmhands – and she was very glad that Martin was standing beside her! There was an unnatural atmosphere in the air, making her think of an eerie satanic cult awaiting the victim of a ritual sacrifice. Just the thought of it made her shiver and she edged closer to her boss, impulsively slipping her hand into his. For a second, it felt as though he might pull away, but when she gripped tighter, he relented, and Gretchen thought again of his protruding erection back in the cottage. Whatever this weird business was, she couldn't wait to be alone with him again and press home her advantage. 

She was just about to ask him what was happening, when the door slid open, casting a square of bright sunlight across the bare floor. To her happy surprise, Gretchen now felt Martin squeezing her fingers, but her attention was quickly directed toward the four figures entering the barn. 

She recognized that rude little man Jacob strutting in first, followed by two young men who appeared to be leading a large black sow on a leash. But there was something not quite right about the animal's awkward gait as the group moved beneath the lights. At first, Gretchen's brain was unable to process what she was actually seeing, but then her mouth fell silently open as she realized she was actually looking at a female human being! But the term 'human' seemed wholly inappropriate for the ridiculous specimen now squatting in the center of the room. First off, Gretchen had never seen a pair of breasts like it! They were absolutely enormous, and jutted out rudely between the woman's bent knees as if they were filled with helium! And then there was her almost completely shaven head which contrasted with the unsightly tangles of hair that sprouted from the woman's armpits! 

If the intent here had been to humiliate this poor black girl, then they couldn't have done a better job! And as the beastlike creature looked over in her direction, its deeply pained expression quickly dispelled any brief notion that they were about to witness some kind of bizarre artistic performance - clearly, this unfortunate wretch was not being degraded like this through choice. 

Gretchen had taken in all these details with one startled glance, and her next immediate thought was that she was at risk of suffering a similar fate herself. She pulled on Martin's hand but he gave it another squeeze and right at that moment, Gretchen found herself looking straight into the eyes of the crouching black girl before the latter quickly averted her gaze. It took another bewildering moment of mental computation before Gretchen drew a sharp breath - she would have recognized those beautiful, almond-shaped eyes anywhere! 

Alisha! 

Apparently sensing Gretchen's growing alarm, Martin murmured, "It's alright. Don't do anything rash. Just stay where you are." 

As much as the idea appealed to her, Gretchen didn't think she would have been capable of running off anyway, because her legs suddenly felt like lead as she watched the two young men who had brought Alisha into the barn unhook her leash and proceed to fit a sinister-looking black harness over her head. They quickly secured it to her collar with a strap that ran over Alisha's shaved crown, and another horizontally circling her head just above the jawline. This was attached to a pair of thin steel rods which were now being roughly jammed between Alisha's pearly white teeth! Gretchen stared in horrified fascination as they proceeded to turn a little key on the side of the horrible device which slowly opened up until Alisha was eventually forced into a grotesque open-mouthed grin! 

The distress poor Alisha was suffering was all too apparent as she was then maneuvered by the two young white men into the center of the circle of male onlookers. Listening to their excited chatter as Alisha was hosed down like an animal, Gretchen simply couldn't reconcile this gurgling, naked, freak of nature with the statuesque African-American law student she had been working with for the past year! 

Chapter Twenty-Seven 

Just as when he had first witnessed Alisha galloping wildly around the paddock, Martin found himself gripped by a terrible emotional dilemma. On an intellectual level he was both disgusted and saddened by what these evil white folk had done to his young work colleague. If anything, she had been lowered even further with her beautiful long black hair now gone, and her previously voluptuous breasts bloated out of all proportion to her body. There was nothing arousing about this hunched apparition, now being cruelly doused with cold water in front of a rapt, male audience. 

So why then was his prick once more stiffening inside his pants? He had never been into sexual perversion of any kind, and the only reason he was bearing witness to this latest sickening spectacle was because his precious career depended upon it. But there was no way he could refute his body's amorous reaction to Alisha's awful predicament, and his cheeks burned with shame because of it. 

And it seemed that the emotions of shame and humiliation were central to Mr. Van Hook's unexplained purpose here. Martin had already figured out why Van Hook had ordered him to bring Gretchen along on this seemingly pointless errand – as a friend, and rival, her attendance here was sure to push Alisha's sense of worthlessness and self-disgust to the limit! 

Martin had caught the distraught expression in Alisha's eyes just before the head harness had been fitted onto her, and if she hadn't spotted Gretchen in that instant, she would be painfully aware of her presence soon enough. And what must Gretchen be thinking right now? Martin could hear her rapid breathing beside him and he made sure to keep a tight grip on her hand just in case she decided to make a run for it. Van Hook had assured him that Gretchen would be treated with respect and come to no harm whilst here on the farm, but how could the poor girl be certain of that after the unexpectedly shocking display she was now beholding? 

After her undignified public shower was over, Alisha was guided by the white youths onto a low wooden dais beneath an iron frame. Martin had been so preoccupied with the preposterous appearance of his young protégé that he hadn't noticed the large black dildo that now sat rudely upright in the center of the platform. 

While one of the boys cuffed Alisha's raised arms to the metal crossbeam, the other lifted one of her thighs and guided the tip of the phallus towards her crotch. After a few seconds of wriggling accompanied by some gargled protestations form their hapless victim, they succeeded in lowering her onto the dildo and the force of gravity did the rest. Alisha was now directly in front of them and with her wrists secured both to the crossbeam and the collar around her neck, she had no option other than to face her seemingly entranced audience. Martin himself dearly wanted to look away, but he discovered to his chagrin that he was unable to tear his eyes away from his once-favorite intern. 

Two thick bushes of hair now flourished under her arms, and from what he could glimpse beneath her mammoth breasts, another large thicket covered her genitalia surrounding the visible base of the dido. Unable to help himself, Martin looked back up at Alisha's face, pausing briefly at her gaping mouth and wiggling tongue before finally engaging her eyes. But Alisha wasn't looking back at him – instead she was staring at Gretchen with a look of absolute horror in her usually gorgeous eyes, now as round as saucers as she uttered an unintelligible noise from the back of her throat. 

The poor kid looks as though she wants to die right there on the spot! How can she possibly be feeling with Gretchen seeing her in this mortifying situation? 

Alisha tore her stricken eyes away from Gretchen's face and looked down at their entwined hands. Martin instinctively freed his fingers – but not before noticing a little tear develop in the corner of Alisha's eye. The reality of what he was doing to her now came into sharp focus and he suddenly despised himself for his inability to stand up against Van Hook and the unfeeling white establishment he represented. 

Oh, how Martin wanted to tell Alisha that she could find a way back from this horror. He knew that she was a strong and resourceful girl, and how hard she had worked to better herself. In time, her hair would grow back, and surely they could do something about having her breasts reduced. Then she could resume her studies, with nothing to worry about as far as he and Gretchen were concerned, and they could all pick up where they left off. But not only was he forbidden to say such things, he knew in his heart that they were patently untrue – having brought her down this far, Van Hook and his sick circle of accomplices were never going to let Alisha go! 

* 

For a blissful moment, Alisha thought she had escaped from this relentless nightmare. Her body became quite weightless and her leering audience zoomed far away, finally providing her with the privacy she desperately needed. In this state of detachment, none of this farcical drama mattered and she almost pitied them in their basal cruelty. But another part of her brain told her that this karmic state was merely a cerebral safety device to buffer against the emotional overload she was now experiencing – and it wasn't going to last out for long. 

Sure enough, with a light-speed rush she was suddenly hunched back down on the dais, all of her senses alert to her devastating situation: the plugging sensation of the thick phallus deep inside her lubricated vagina, the sight of her disgusting udders wobbling in front of her, and most of all Martin and Gretchen, holding hands! 

Gretchen! Her work colleague and rival! The last person on planet earth that she needed to see her like this! The sight of the tall, attractive blonde, with what surely looked like a slight smile of satisfaction on her rosebud lips, had an even more devastating effect on Alisha than Martin's arrival had done. 

Even if Alisha ever succeeded in turning back the clock and returned to her city life, how could she ever look Gretchen in the eye again after this? There would always be that knowing look in the white girl's eyes, even if Martin swore her to secrecy. With a sudden epiphany that tore her heart in half, Alisha now knew that their rivalry was over. Gretchen had won. Of course she had. Martin was holding her hand, wasn't he? All this time, while Alisha had been suffering one abuse after the other – valiantly clinging to her inner dream of eventual liberation – Gretchen had been working her way into Martin's affections. With Alisha out of the frame and unable to usurp her, the playing field had been Gretchen's to control, and she had obviously grasped the opportunity with both hands!  And now I haven't even got a chance of fighting back, Alisha groaned wretchedly inside her head. Look at me now, and look at her! 

As if tuning into her thoughts, Martin abruptly pulled his hand away, which provided Alisha with a momentary crumb of comfort until she heard the sound of Master Jacob's voice. "Mister Martin, it's time for you to butter Alisha's milk-jugs, if you please." 

Alisha's view of her work colleagues was briefly blocked by Matthew's grinning face as he placed a metal pail on the dais in front of her. Alisha didn't even have to look to know that it would be brimming with the sickly smelling butter oil that the boys always coated her breasts with before a milking session. This, she had deduced, was the potion that kept her breast tissue and skin firm and buoyant – ironically something that her former, more sensibly proportioned self, used to take great pride in! 

But apart from doing a far better job of improving skin tensility than any other commercial product she had ever encountered, the Johnsons' homemade butter oil had another, rather more unsettling side effect. It was usually young Matthew's job to slather the oil over her bloated breasts, and he had become rather adept at handling them. So much so, that after a few minutes of feeling his hands massaging the oil into her skin, Alisha would rapidly find herself spiraling into a state of deep arousal. 

Getting turned on during such a demeaning business was embarrassing enough, but now she was going to have to try and control herself while none other than Martin Price actually touched her sensitive boobs while she was impaled on a huge, black dildo – and Gretchen would be witnessing the whole thing! 

At first Martin made no attempt to move – another sign, Alisha hoped, that he too was here under some form of duress. That wish was duly confirmed when Master Jacob said, "Mr. Price. I would remind you that I have been instructed to report back to your superiors should you fail to carry out any of your duties." 

Despite the superficial reverence with which Master Jacob was addressing her immediate boss, Alisha was now under no illusions about who was in charge here on the farm. And that meant Martin would have no choice other than to comply or face whatever repercussions were due. As much as he had respected her before, Alisha doubted that he would jeopardize his career to save her blushes, and sure enough, albeit with a loud sigh, he stepped up in front of her. 

"Just dip your hands in the bucket and then give them a good kneading," Matthew advised helpfully. "The harder you squeeze them, the more she likes it!" 

Alisha closed her eyes in mortification as Martin squatted down behind the pail, her buoyant breasts quivering between them. She could feel Gretchen's eyes upon her as she heard Martin's fingers squelching into the sticky oil. How could this moment possibly get any worse? Well, that question was answered a second later when she heard the telltale electronic whirr from beneath her as the big black dido suddenly juddered into life! 

Oh, you horrible, wicked pigs! You're not going to give me the slightest chance, are you? 

As the vibrator began to churn around inside her, Alisha felt Martin's fingers lightly touching her breasts and she emitted a grunt of surprise. Hearing her, he immediately withdrew his hand, but then after a brief pause, he placed a palm under each of her wobbling breasts. As he slowly began to move his fingers, Alisha gulped in a deep breath and then snorted through her nose like a lowly beast. The dildo was already doing its vile job down below, and the tantalizing contact of Martin's hands threatened to send her rapidly into a frenzy. 

More than once she had fantasized about how it would feel to be touched intimately by this well-built and handsome man, but never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined that their first sexually-based encounter would be under such demeaning circumstances as this! 

"Come on, man," Master Jacob said. "Get her worked up. The hornier she is, the higher quality milk she produces." 

Alisha's utter devastation at being treated like a mere animal was fast being overwhelmed by her growing sense of euphoria. The daily dosage of whatever they were keeping her on was gradually altering her physiology, not just externally, but within every cell of her being. Not only did she look like a human-animal hybrid, but her bodily responses were becoming increasingly bestial by the day! 

As Martin smeared more of the butter milk onto her udders, Alisha's knees began to jerk spasmodically and she started emitting guttural grunts from the back of her throat. Unable to stop it, Alisha let herself go as the first wave of her orgasm pulsed through her, and she opened her eyes and gazed up lovingly at the man of her dreams – but the look he was giving her back was filled with anything but love! 

Chapter Twenty-Eight 

It was difficult for Martin to figure out exactly where to put his hands, such were the colossal proportions of Alisha's drug-enhanced breasts. Quite apart from the unseemliness of having to touch the young lady in a most improper way with an audience of white farmers standing directly behind him, Martin simply felt unequipped to deal with these freakishly large appendages! 

Although not a womanizer, he wasn't exactly inexperienced with the fairer sex, and he had most certainly never had any doubts about his masculinity. But what exactly was he dealing with here? He was unable to equate the gasping, trembling creature in front of him with the Alisha that he had become so fond of at work. And now she was looking at him with a lustful gaze that almost made him want to run out of the barn! Could she possibly be enjoying this twisted depravity, after all? 

Aware of the wholly undeserved precariousness of his work situation, Martin continued to coat his hands in the revolting oil and smear it all over Alisha's shiny jugs. The buzz of the vibrator grinding away between Alisha's thighs, her garbled utterings, and the squelching sound of Martin's hands moving over her skin, were the only sounds in the room. Then Alisha started to jerk violently and an absurdly bestial grunting sound reverberated from the back of her throat. 

Oh shit, she's coming! I don't believe this! 

Martin was forced to step back quickly as Alisha's gravity-defying udders danced wildly before him. She threw her head back, her mouth still thrust apart into a wide and imbecilic grin, and then her whole body tensed as she drew in a deep lungful of air. 

"That's my girl," Jacob said, after Alisha's shaven head had slumped forward. "Boys, fetch the milk buckets." 

Martin just about stopped himself from wiping his dripping hands on his shirt while Jacob's sons quickly replaced the buttermilk pail with two more empty buckets. He looked helplessly back at the line of spectators in the vain hope that somebody might step in and relieve him from this ungodly chore. 

"Come on," Jacob said. "Start milking her before she comes down from her high. It's the oxytocin in her bloodstream that intensifies the aphrodisiacal quality of her produce." 

What the hell did that bumpkin just say? 

Martin nodded numbly as if he should have known this already, and then hesitantly at first, he placed his thumb and forefinger around one of Alisha's dark, distended nipples and gently pulled. Martin had never milked any kind of animal in his life, but even so, he was ill-prepared for the powerful spray of white liquid that issued forth from Alisha's teat, totally overshooting the bucket and splattering over the barn floor! 

"Don't waste it, man!" Jacob snarled. "There are customers willing to pay top dollar for that nectar! And get to work on the other nipple at the same time. We'll be here all day at this rate!" 

Again feeling in some way negligent, Martin took hold of Alisha's other protuberant nub, and this time he pointed them both into their respective buckets before giving each one a tug and a squeeze. As the sound of Alisha's breast milk hitting the bottom of the metal buckets reverberated around the room, Martin heard his deviant audience mutter in approval. It felt as though he had just passed some kind of bizarre rite of passage, and a part of him actually felt a somewhat guilty sense of achievement at having managed to accomplish this awkwardly personal task. 

As the buckets began to fill up, Martin settled into a rhythm that he found wasn't altogether unpleasant. For her part, Alisha seemed to have drifted off into a kind of semi-consciousness, induced no doubt, by the whirring vibrator inside her as well as what must have been an overwhelming sense of relief judging from the high pressure with which her milk was still being ejected. In spite of his early sense of revulsion, Martin was now feeling rather proud of the fact that he was being permitted in some way to assist the poor girl – and his difficulty in even thinking of her as human at this particular moment made his job just that little bit easier to handle. 

There had been more than a few times over the past year when he had caught himself fantasizing about having sex with Alisha Royce. But the desirable woman that figured in his nocturnal dreams was a world apart from this slobbering beast! Sadly, he realized, Alisha the dignified law student, had simply ceased to exist. And in truth, how could she possibly be expected to come back from this? 

When Alisha's milk had finally filled the two buckets, Martin halted his milking action and Jacob's boys took them away. Relieved that it was over, Martin straightened up and prayed that his duty was done for the day – alas, he couldn't have been more wrong. 

"I don't know if you are aware, but one of my best customers also happens to be one of your very own employers," Jacob said. "Our colleague Dr. Schafer has discovered that Daisy's enhanced milk produce has a powerful effect on the virility of middle-aged and elderly men. It's possible that Mr. Van Hook may ask for your opinion about this batch, so why don't you go ahead and take a free sample – direct from the tap, so to speak." 

* 

Outlandish didn't begin to describe it! Grotesque, weird, barbaric, came a lot closer. Gretchen watched mesmerized, while her boss pulled alternately on each of Alisha's long, dark, nipples, powerful jets of white milk loudly spurting into the two buckets with a force that showed no sign of letting up. 

Such was the entrancing effect of this outrageous scene that Gretchen's initial state of shock had now settled into a detached curiosity. At first she had been gripped by an all-consuming urge to get the hell out of this lunatic asylum, but a sudden image of herself strapped into the frame with her own breasts implausibly enlarged to the point of permanent ruin had given her pause enough to remain. 

That sense of danger had now passed, and she was beginning to understand that her part in this obscene rite was to contribute to Alisha's dismantling simply by being there to see it. Gretchen didn't need a question and answer session to deduce that Alisha had been somehow coerced into this awful predicament, despite the two farm boys' assertion that she was actually deriving pleasure from it. The true nature of the horror that Alisha had to be suffering was suddenly underlined by the powerful orgasm that juddered through her body, and Gretchen stared in fascination at the way Alisha's eyes rolled around in abandonment! 

One of the things about Alisha that Gretchen had always admired and envied was the immense aura of self-control that she exuded as she went about her work. This was a young African-American professional woman with poise and purpose, and Gretchen had to admit that she had modelled more than a few of her own mannerisms on those of her rival. Evidently, somebody very powerful – not to mention, extremely sick-minded – had observed the same traits, and as part of some sort of social experiment, had set about systematically stripping away every last vestige of Alisha's self-restraint. And watching the wretched girl jerking around on the buzzing dildo, with glutinous droplets of milk dangling from her nipples, they had surely succeeded! 

Sharp girl that she was, Gretchen had already figured out from Martin's uncharacteristic mental impotence that this crazed directive had been issued from the highest echelons of Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon. And intentionally or not, Jacob had just confirmed her suspicions by mentioning David Van Hook, one of the most powerful senior partners at the firm! 

So now Gretchen figured if she played her cards right, she could take advantage of this insanity to her full benefit. If she got with the program and provided her own personal input into Alisha's suffering, then who knew how many brownie points she might score back at work? At the same time, she could consolidate her fledgling position with Martin by bringing Alisha down even further in front of him. Suddenly this whole thing was becoming a win-win situation! 

As she turned over these tantalizing prospects, Martin squatted down in front of the helpless black girl again, and lowering his head, raised Alisha's left breast with his hand, and then to Gretchen's breathless amazement, he closed his lips around her distended teat. As he started to suckle her, Alisha's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she let out a high pitched whine of ecstasy. From her viewpoint at the side, Gretchen could see that the impressive lump in Martin's pants had returned with a vengeance – and not entirely to her surprise, this perverted display was starting to have a rather stimulating effect on her as well! 

Chapter Twenty-Nine 

"I can't do this," Martin said, looking at the two large, blue suppositories in his hand. They were back at their little guest cottage, just the three of them, Martin Price, J.D., his attractive young assistant, Gretchen... and the creature that had once been Alisha. 

Exactly what is Alisha now? 

Martin could not pretend that he didn't still have a degree of sympathy for the wretched young woman, but the more time he spent with her in this current manifestation, the harder it was to relate her to the woman he might just have fallen in love with. He knew that there was absolutely no chance of that happening now, especially with the way she had repeatedly climaxed while he had been sucking on her obscenely distended nipples! 

He knew that she wasn't in this dire situation by her own choice, but there was no hiding the fact that she was drawing a great deal of physical gratification from her demeaning treatment. Yes, these evil white folk had drugged her and fucked with her mind, but however it had come to pass, the fact was that Alisha had changed mentally as well as physically. This was no longer the same person he had hoped to somehow save. 

To his chagrin, he was also suffering from a kind of post-coital hangover. Okay, they hadn't exactly had sex, but he had drunk enough of her milk to put him on the verge of throwing up! He could still taste it in his throat now as he stood over the poor wretch. Why had he drunk so much of it? For a while, he had felt powerless to stop swallowing as the sticky issue had poured down his throat! This had been the cause of much merriment for all the uneducated rubes in the milking shed of course, most likely because they had known it was going to happen. 

There had been something rather addictive about Alisha's 'moo juice' – how had that coarse expression just popped into his head? – and it had only been when Jacob's boys had laughingly coaxed him off Alisha's nipple, that he had remembered where he was. Filled with shame, he had returned to Gretchen's side, but instead of being disgusted with him, the slim blonde girl actually looked rather dreamy-eyed. His mind in a whirl, and now aware that his cock was pushing hard against his underwear, Martin had tried to pull himself together as Jacob had issued him with his next set of instructions. 

The walk back to their cottage had been totally surreal, Martin choosing to follow behind because his erection simply refused to subside. He had watched in a daze as Matthew and Richard had led Alisha along the footpath back to the cottage, the exhausted young woman waddling along clumsily on the end of a leash between them. Gretchen had taken his hand again, and kept giving him these little nods and smiles that he found more worrying than reassuring. 

The boys had left them at their front door with the parting caution that Alisha should not be left out of their sight, and then Richard had presented Martin with a plastic Ziploc bag containing two blue suppositories. Now it was just the three of them together in the little kitchen. Martin looked down at the cropped crown of Alisha's head below him. She was wobbling on her haunches and looked ready to keel over. How the dynamics of their little triangular alliance had shifted! 

"We could wait until tomorrow..." Martin said hopefully. 

"No," Gretchen said. "They'll find out if we disobey them, I'm sure of it. You heard what Jacob said. Our careers depend on doing this right. Besides, I think Alisha needs them real soon – she looks exhausted." 

Even though Gretchen sounded as though she had Alisha's best interests at heart, Martin was beginning to think otherwise. She no longer seemed afraid of this place, and he sensed that she was now a lot more comfortable with this vile situation than he was. For some reason, while he had been demeaning himself with Alisha in the milking shed, there had been a noticeable change of mindset within Gretchen. 

"I'll tell you what," Gretchen said, holding out her hand. "I'll do it. Why don't you go and take a shower? I can see how unsettled you are." 

Martin looked up at her, hating himself for his weakness. Back in the office he was the strong and purposeful one, and his girls were always coming to him for advice and encouragement. Now he felt emotionally emasculated, although by no means physically. If anything, his libido, always strong, had been considerably amplified. But it didn't feel like a manly act as he tipped the hateful suppositories into Gretchen's palm. She squeezed his shoulder with the other hand and said, "Go on. You've had a tough day. This is something better handled between us women." 

Glancing down at Alisha's abject form, Martin still had trouble identifying her as a woman any more, but grateful for the unexpected respite, he nodded distractedly and went into the bedroom. Their overnight bags were still on the dresser where they had left them, and the bed cover remained imprinted with the shape of Gretchen's slender body. Martin slumped heavily on the bed, the sweet taste of Alisha's milk still strong in his mouth. He placed a hand over his crotch and absently stroked his insistent erection through his pants. 

My dear God, I actually milked Alisha Royce today! Milked her! And then I drank her maternal juices like a hungry infant! How much more intimate can you get with a person other than through actual coitus? 

But yet again, he couldn't reconcile that vulgar act with the kind of sexual encounter he had always imagined having with Alisha. In his nocturnal dreams, there had been touching, kissing, and gentle, mutual caressing. Today, he had simply taken her bodily produce from her while she had been powerless to stop him! 

Aware that he was still stroking his groin, Martin stood up abruptly and went into the bathroom. 

* 

"So how on earth did this happen to you?" Gretchen asked, straddling one of the kitchen stairs and resting her chin on her arms. Crouching on the floor in front of her, Alisha had allowed her head to hang forward, and Gretchen took a moment to study the remaining little patch of fuzz on the top of her head. 

"You must have made somebody very important, really, really mad for them to do this to you, huh?"  With some effort, the exhausted black girl managed to raise her face towards Gretchen, but seemed to have some difficulty focusing her eyes. Her jaws remained cruelly jammed apart by the uncomfortable-looking gag, and a steady stream of saliva ran profusely over her lower lip. 

"How silly of me," Gretchen said. "You can't speak with that ridiculous gadget in your mouth, can you?" 

She straightened up and then turned the little ratchet mechanism on the side of the metal gag, forcing Alisha's mouth open a little wider. 

"Angh!" Alisha's eyes suddenly regained their focus. 

"Oops! Sorry!" Gretchen tittered. 

Gradually she succeeded in closing the gag until she was able to free it from behind Alisha's teeth. She threw the saliva-soaked contraption into the sink, and Alisha painfully wiggled her jaws. 

"Is that better?" Gretchen asked. 

"W-water," Alisha croaked. 

Gretchen found an enamel cup and filled it from the faucet. Then she retook her seat and held the cup to Alisha's lips. As she watched her colleague greedily swallow, Gretchen examined the collar to which Alisha's wrist cuffs had been attached. They were padlocked in place, and to her knowledge, they hadn't provided Martin with a key. In fact, apart from giving them the suppositories, they hadn't left them with any specific instructions at all expect to keep Alisha under close supervision at all times. 

Alisha gulped back the last of the water, and exercised her jaws again. Gretchen couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it must feel to have your jaws stretched wide open like that for hours on end – and she hoped she would never find out! Another good reason for staying on the right side of these depraved people. 

"Can you talk now?" Gretchen said, but Alisha remained silent and kept her eyes lowered. "I know it must be terribly embarrassing having me see you like this, but I'm curious – Martin hasn't told me anything." 

Alisha raised her head again, but this time her eyes located the two blue suppositories sitting near the edge of the table. Although she had been forced to absorb a great deal of startling information in past couple of hours, Gretchen was a quick learner, and it was evident that the drugs played a very central role in Alisha's subjugation. If she hadn't been a user before – and Gretchen seriously doubted that she had – Alisha's expression suggested that she was fast becoming addicted to these things now. 

Gretchen wanted to know more about what was contained within the shiny, blue torpedo-shaped capsules because she was sure they would explain much about what was going on with Alisha's altered physiology. She had no way of knowing what suffering Alisha had been subjected to recently, but even the milking session she had observed today would have been way too much for a normal person to handle. Granted, Alisha looked to be out on her feet, but if Gretchen had been the one tied to the dais, she would have probably been in a coma by now! 

Gretchen picked up one of the tablets and waved it slowly past Alisha's face, and the black girl's eyes tracked it back and forth intently. Observing Alisha's dilated pupils, and the way her pink tongue flickered over her lips, Gretchen was now convinced that regardless of how these men had first managed to compromise Alisha, getting her hooked on these suppositories was an effective, not to mention humbling, way of keeping her under control. 

Well, it was time to put that to the test. Martin said he simply didn't have it in him to anally administer Alisha's drugs, but Gretchen decided that she did. In fact, she discovered to her surprise that she was actually looking forward to it. 

Chapter Thirty 

"I want you to lean forward onto your knees and elbows," the pretty blonde girl said. "Rest your cheek on the floor and stick your butt up in the air." 

The pretty blonde girl? What am I thinking of? This is Gretchen, from work! A jealous colleague who used to follow me around and mimic my style. Another painful reminder of my previously happy life back at the law firm. 

And just why was Gretchen, of all people, out here with Martin? It was as if the very last people on earth that she wanted to see her in this demeaning condition had been hand-picked in order to maximize her emotional suffering. But what possible reason could anyone have to put her through this? Initially, Alisha recalled, Darius Nash had told her she would only have to endure this terrible place for a couple of weeks. She had been through so much since her arrival that she had lost track of the days, but she had to be nearing the end of this trial by now, surely? The worrying part was the way Master Jacob kept talking about Martin's responsibilities. That had to mean that this horror had not been contrived by Nash at all, but by some higher authority at the firm. Although she had been in a mental haze at the time, she was half-certain he had mentioned Mr. Van Hook's name back in the milking shed – and if a man as powerful as that was involved, then the implications were too awful to contemplate! 

As tormenting as these questions were, they remained secondary to Alisha's primary need right now, and sadly that was what her life had boiled down to these days – basic needs. Mercifully, her milking ordeal was over – God, she could still feel Martin's wet lips closed around her sensitive nipples! – and that would not become an urgent concern again for another forty-eight hours. But now she needed her medicine badly, and as much as it devastated her to have to prostrate herself on the floor in front of Gretchen, if it was the only way she was going to get her badly needed fix, then she had no other choice! 

As she began to topple forward, Gretchen caught her by the armpits – and then immediately jerked her hands away and wiped them on her jeans. 

"Eew! Gross!" Gretchen said. When was the last time they shaved you? Never? Just look at those tangled forests!" 

Holding her by the forearms this time, Gretchen eased her forward onto the floor. Although her cheeks were burning with shame at Gretchen's quite justified observation about her underarm hair, Alisha was not oblivious to the note of amusement that carried through Gretchen's voice. 

Somewhere in her mind, after Martin had left them alone together in the kitchen, Alisha had wondered if there was a faint chance she could persuade Gretchen to help her get away from this rural hell. That hope was seriously diminished now as she pressed her cheek against the floor tiles. Gretchen didn't seem particularly shocked at Alisha's plight at all. If anything, her former colleague now appeared to be more fascinated than repulsed by Alisha's grotesque appearance. As Gretchen moved around behind her, Alisha felt her sphincter flexing in anticipation – yet another embarrassing trait her body had recently adopted! 

"Oh, my goodness! Here too?" she heard Gretchen exclaim. "It's grown all the way up to your butthole!" Now Alisha did hear a delighted giggle. "They really have turned you into a wild animal, haven't they?" 

Alisha's shame at having her workmate commenting about the excessive hair growth in the most private recesses of her body was tempered only be the urgency with which she needed that suppository inside her. It was obvious by now that the capsules were responsible for her humiliating breast expansion, as well as the clouded thinking bouts that frequently washed over her, and to add insult, these awful people had ensured that she physically craved the very thing that was destroying her life! 

But what was Gretchen waiting for? Alisha was physically exhausted and her knees ached on the kitchen tiles, as did her super-sensitive nipples squashed beneath her body. Once the required dosage had been administered, she knew she would rapidly regain her strength, and with it for a short period of time, clarity of thought. She just needed Gretchen to get the fuck on with it! 

"So do I just give it like, a quick shove? Or do you take it slowly?" Gretchen asked. 

Did she really just say that? Does she think I care how the revolting thing goes in? She's making it sound like she is doing me a favor! 

Sadly for Alisha, the fact remained she would have to play whatever silly games that Gretchen came up with if she wanted her fix. That was the hopelessly submissive position she had been relegated to. Miserably, she croaked, "S-slowly... please." 

"Okay," Gretchen said. "Here goes." 

Alisha's anus had become accustomed to being stretched by a variety of foreign objects over recent weeks, but it still took her breath away when she felt the fat capsule penetrate her tender opening as Gretchen suddenly forced it deep inside her. 

"O-ooh!" Alisha gasped in pain and surprise. 

"There, it's done!" Gretchen said. "Sorry for deceiving you, but it's the best way. Just like removing a Band-Aid!" 

Alisha stayed in position as she caught her breath, too tired to be affronted by Gretchen's puerile drollery. The main thing was it wouldn't be long before the narcotics began to work their magic, and the terrible hollowness deep in her gut would gradually disappear. The downside was that once her faculties returned, having to deal with Gretchen would be even more unbearable, so Alisha resolved to remain on the floor with her face averted for as long as possible. However this plan was abruptly terminated by Gretchen, who yanked her upright by the shoulders with surprising strength, and Alisha found herself up on her knees facing the chair which Gretchen had quickly reoccupied. 

As the familiar soothing warmth of the drugs started flowing through her, Alisha now noticed the second capsule which Gretchen had left on the table top. In her anxiety, Alisha had temporarily forgotten that Matthew and Richard always gave her at least two suppositories, one immediately after the other. There had to be a very good reason for that minimum dosage and fearful that Gretchen was going to inadvertently leave her in a semi-sated no-man's land, Alisha wheezed, "Other one..." 

"I'm sorry, what was that, honey?" Gretchen asked sweetly. 

Alisha nodded at the table again, and in a slightly stronger voice said, "I must have both!" 

Gretchen glanced at the capsule but made no attempt to pick it up. She regarded Alisha curiously and said, "Look at you. They've really got you hooked, haven't they? Don't worry, I'll give you your little fix, but first I want to have that little chat, okay?" 

Alisha was most certainly not in any kind of mood to be having a friendly conversation with her old rival under the current circumstances! The first capsule was kicking in big time now, and as her cognitive functions started coming to life, she was becoming increasingly more self-conscious about her naked and freakishly transformed body. The overhead lights, the cool tiles beneath her bare toes, and most of all, Gretchen's smirking white face, all started coming into sharp focus, along with a sudden urgent need to cover herself. 

On the other hand, she instinctively knew that she really needed that second capsule. With her hands secured behind her head there was nothing she could do except play Gretchen's game – so as much as it pained her, Alisha, glumly nodded in compliance. 

"Excellent!" Gretchen said with a triumphant look in her eyes. "So the last I heard at the office, you had a family matter to attend to, and I have to add, a lot of people have missed you – especially the men. I have too, although I'm sure you can imagine that it's given me a chance to get closer to Martin." 

At the mention of her beloved mentor's name, Alisha forced herself to look into her antagonist's eyes. Just what had been going on at Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon, while Alisha had been on her enforced 'sabbatical'? 

"Oh, yes," Gretchen said, reading her mind. "You know how much I want him. But with you there, I was always going to be playing second fiddle, wasn't I? After all, you were his 'African Princess' with your voluptuous curves and your flashing eyelashes. I didn't really stand a chance. But then you suddenly disappeared, and I found myself in the front seat. At first, Martin was a little aloof, and I assumed that because he missed you so much, he was deliberately distancing himself from me. But last week, things began to change. Poor Martin started to look distracted and vulnerable, which allowed me to get a little closer to him than I ever could when you were in the way. Now I know what must have happened – he came here and saw you like this, right? His angelic Alisha was destroyed beyond repair!" 

As Gretchen babbled on, Alisha stared at her with growing dismay. Everything she had feared was coming to fruition. Not only would Martin never be attracted to her again, but Gretchen had every intention of moving in on him! 

In desperation, Alisha muttered, "Martin loves me." 

"Well, he probably had feelings for you before," Gretchen conceded. "But I don't see how he could possibly do so now. I mean, really, do you have any idea what you look like?" 

An unbidden vision of her reflection in the glass flashed into Alisha's mind, and she miserably lowered her eyes again. How would she ever forget that humbling image? 

Gretchen leaned back in the chair and cocked her head to one side, her eyes roaming over Alisha's bald head. "It's funny how a loss of hair can totally alter a woman's appearance, isn't it? I mean, you still have those stunningly pretty eyes that you used on Martin so effectively, but because your face is no longer framed by those long black tresses, you look so different. I know how much you prided yourself on your hair, as well. I used to watch how you flicked it behind you when you walked through the office. I suppose you are taking some salvation from the fact that you can always grow it back again, but there's not much you can do about those absurdly huge boobs, is there? I mean, no way will they ever fit into a bra again!" 

As much as she craved the second suppository, Alisha couldn't handle Gretchen's taunting any longer. 

"B-Bitch..." Alisha mumbled. 

"Excuse me?" 

"You're... you're a spiteful bitch!" 

"Now there's no need to be like that," Gretchen said, clearly amused by Alisha's unexpectedly defiant stand. "You should be more graceful in defeat. The better woman won, that's all." 

Alisha indignantly raised her chin and glared at her. "Better woman? You just said that you didn't stand a chance with me around." 

"That's true, I didn't. But where has that beautiful, intelligent, Alisha Royce gone? All I see is a groveling animal, whose only use is to produce milk as an aphrodisiac for old men. A distinguished attorney like Martin Price would never associate with you now – you're spoiled goods, Alisha. Or would you prefer to be called Daisy now?" 

Alisha opened her mouth to respond, but words failed her. Everything Gretchen had just said, however hurtful was completely true. How could Martin, or any man for that matter, be interested in her like this? She had always been clinging onto the idea that this whole nightmare was somehow reversible, but hearing Gretchen say it, she now fully accepted that she had already passed the point of no return. Would she even retain a modicum of her former self- confidence at work after all she had been through? The legal profession was a tough enough business as it was, where only the mentally and emotionally strong survived. Alisha had certainly possessed the mettle before, but would it be there after having been forced to suffer all of incessant abuse? 

Gretchen slid back off the chair and said, "Stand up. We're going into the bedroom." 

A knot of dread turned inside Alisha's stomach. Martin was in the bedroom! She stared up at Gretchen and shook her head, but in that moment a spark of understanding flashed between them. There was nothing more to be said because they both instinctively knew that Alisha would obey Gretchen's every command from here on in. Resistance was futile. Their relationship in the office was now a thing of the past. Alisha was the black slave, naked and on her knees, looking up at the white girl who now had all the power. 

To underline her dominance, Gretchen held up the precious suppository. "If you want this, I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom." 

Chapter Thirty-One 

Perched on the edge of the bed, Gretchen listened to Martin showering in the bathroom and waited confidently for Alisha to follow her. It was a new and rather intoxicating feeling to know that the woman whom she had once so admired had no choice other than to do whatever she told her to. The final telling look that had passed between them in the kitchen had confirmed it – no matter how hard she tried to fight it, Alisha had been ground into submission by these simple rubes. 

It wasn't just about her addiction to the drug, either. Day after day of relentless persecution had gradually altered Alisha's psyche, and although Gretchen was pretty sure that her former colleague wasn't afraid of her directly, she represented something that most certainly did. Gretchen had no idea who was ultimately behind all of this, but with Mr. Van Hook being involved, they were dealing with a stratum of individuals who controlled the most powerful institutions in society. 

But it was beyond Gretchen's personal remit to try and figure out what the purpose of all this was – if indeed there even was one. She was merely a pawn in a much bigger game, and she was savvy enough to know that all she had to do was play her part. And with everything she wanted seemingly falling into her lap, it would be a pleasure to do so! 

A shadow fell across the carpet and Gretchen looked up in wonder as Alisha's astonishing breasts emerged through the doorway. Defying gravity, they trembled and bounced as the black girl walked unsteadily into the room. After having spent several hours observing Alisha down on her haunches, Gretchen was momentarily taken aback by Alisha's height. She had always been an imposing sight in her heels back at the office, but even in her bare feet she was a tall girl – no wonder that short-assed Jacob preferred to keep her down on the ground! 

Alisha glanced nervously at the bathroom door and then waited with her head bowed. Gretchen doubted that this was a show of deference, but it made her feel good anyway. Wanting to draw out the moment, she dragged her eyes away from Alisha's mesmerizing breasts, and stared with interest at the thick, rich bush of pubic hair between her legs. Following the contours of Alisha's muscular legs, she said, "I always thought you had more feminine thighs under your pencil skirts at work. You're a lot more butch than I imagined. Or perhaps you've developed those muscles while you've been working here on the farm?" 

Without responding, Alisha kept her bald head bowed, staring down into her own sizeable cleavage. Taking her silence as a minor rebellion, Gretchen said, "So would you like me to stick this other capsule up your ass? Your call. If you don't ask, you don't get." 

A second or two passed, and then she heard Alisha mumble, "Yes." 

"Look at me when you speak to me," Gretchen said. "Don't be rude." 

Slowly, Alisha raised her head, the resentment in her eyes now quite evident. It was interesting, Gretchen noted, how quickly Alisha's demeanor was shifting – one moment, weak and frightened, the next, angry and defiant – and she suspected that this was one of the various effects of the mysterious drug that she now so craved. 

The sound of the running shower in the adjacent bathroom came to an abrupt halt, and both girls looked at the door and then back at each other. Martin would soon be joining them, and deciding to maximize Alisha's disadvantage, Gretchen said, "Turn around and bend over the dresser with your legs spread... and up on tippy-toe!" 

The venom in Alisha's eyes now morphed into a round-eyed panic, and she shook her head in horror. "Please, I don't want him to see me... down there."  "Really?" Gretchen sniggered. "After all this, you think there's still a chance that you can redeem yourself in Martin's eyes? I don't think so. Now, if you don't do as I say right now, you won't get the second capsule at all – and I will also make sure that Jacob hears all about your disobedience." 

A quiet whimper escaped Alisha's lips and with a final look of desperation at the bathroom door, she shuffled around and assumed the undignified position. With her cheek and elbows on the dresser, and her pendulous breasts dangling freely below, she raised herself up onto her toes and thrust out her round ass until it was only a few inches from Gretchen's face. For the first time, Gretchen was aware of Alisha's musky scent and it was surprisingly agreeable considering the primitive conditions in which they had apparently been keeping her. 

Moving Alisha's left buttock to the side with her thumb, Gretchen located her asshole with the tip of the capsule, and slowly nudged it forward. Alisha gave a little undignified grunt and braced her legs on the floorboards as Gretchen stretched her sphincter a little further with the thick pellet. Leaving a good inch or so still exposed, Gretchen let go of the suppository to see whether Alisha would be able to suck it in by herself. Apparently not. She watched transfixed as the wrinkled aperture tightened in vain around the blue-coated capsule, and then let her eyes wander down over Alisha's hair-covered perineum to her damp sex, the outer lips bloated and damp. 

Gretchen caught another subtle whiff of Alisha's animal essence and it struck her then of how successful Jacob and his boys had been in transforming this once-elegant city girl into a carnal beast. There was absolutely nothing sexy here, and yet Gretchen was quite overwhelmed by Alisha's bestial aura. She was an organism of brown, silky skin stretched over well-toned muscle, beckoning soft orifices, and life-sustaining udders. 

Hearing the latch on the bathroom door, Gretchen snapped out of her reverie, gave the suppository a little push with the tip of her pinkie, and then watch inquisitively as Alisha's anus drew it in. The bathroom door swung open just as Alisha's body gave a little spasm of gratitude, while the tormented black girl turned her head away towards to window. 

Martin was naked except for a towel around his waist, and Gretchen scanned his tightly muscled torso, his broad shoulders, and significantly, the shape his long shaft that was so clearly defined underneath the towel's white fabric. Gretchen wasn't sure whether it was Alisha's aura, or just a culmination of the sexually surreal events of the day, but she felt her nipples stiffening under her shirt as she stood and went towards her boss. 

Martin, his eyes fixed on Alisha's bent over body, stammered, "Oh. I-I thought you were still in the kitchen..." 

Without hesitation, Gretchen placed her hand over Martin's rock-hard erection, and with the other, untied the knot at his hip. As the towel dropped to the floor, Martin made no attempt to cover himself, and Gretchen wrapped her fingers around his thick, warm, cock while he continued to stare over her shoulder at Alisha. Astonishingly, Gretchen realized that even with all the odds stacked in her favor, she was even now going to have to compete with Alisha for Martin's attention! 

So be it! 

Feeling the skin of his penis moving under her fingers, Gretchen said, "You poor man, you've been through so much today. Let me see if I can make you feel better!" 

* 

He hadn't expected them to be in the bedroom, and seeing Alisha's naked form bent over the dresser, Martin's first instinct was to retreat back into the poky bathroom. Too late, Gretchen was upon him before he had time to react and as soon as she grabbed his dick he knew he was helpless. 

And yet, as attractive as she was, it wasn't Gretchen that was causing his rampant member to swell up so hard – it was the mesmerizing sight of Alisha's mammoth udders hanging beneath her. His intense arousal was confusing. They were way too big to be beautifully shaped, but there was something awesome about their brown-skinned luminosity, their vulgarly elongated nipples, their sheer, mind-blowing size, that utterly captivated him. 

He swallowed and licked his lips, the memory of the taste of her milky issue coming back to him in a rush, and in his hot-headed confusion, it occurred to him that the effects of the drugs she had been forced to take might have been passed on through her milk that he had so hungrily ingested. Could it be that he was already addicted to her? 

Whatever the cause, Martin realized that he was, possibly for the first time in his life, in a situation over which he had no control. He could have argued that he was only protecting his career in allowing Van Hook to manipulate him into coming here, but there was no excuse for going any further with this steamy encounter. 

Despite his overwhelming feelings of guilt, he continued to stare at Alisha with her absurdly bloated tits while she submissively bent over and offered him her broad, black ass and her disgustingly hairy cunt. God help him if he didn't want to just mount her right then and there! His animal desire shamed him intensely but still he couldn't bring himself to turn tail and get the hell out of there as he knew he should. He would have to face these young women again in the office eventually, and unless he got a grip right now, they would all be breaking a cardinal rule of Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon. 

But did any of that matter right now, he wondered, as Gretchen let go of his cock and yanked her shirt over her head. He dragged his eyes away from Alisha and gazed at her skinny white torso, drum-tight belly, and her pert little breasts punctuated with childishly small pink nipples. She popped the button on her jeans and in one swift movement pulled them down along with her panties. Martin couldn't stop himself from staring in awe at Gretchen's shaved vulva, so tight and pale in comparison to Alisha's pouting, damp jungle. 

He allowed Gretchen to literally lead him by his dick to the bed as his eyes automatically returned to the sight of Alisha's voluptuous rear end. This was so wrong, but resisting was useless. He was intoxicated by the pungent carnal scent of these two girls that he had come to know so well. And now they were all naked together in a tiny bedroom somewhere in the back of beyond. This was most definitely not the way he had ever imagined it might be with either of them, but he lay back helplessly on the bed as Gretchen straddled him, still stroking his increasingly hardening cock, and said, "Alisha, stand up and turn around – I want you to see this." 

Chapter Thirty-Two 

I don't have to turn around! Alisha weakly reminded herself. This wasn't Jacob, or even Richard or Matthew talking to her, it was just Gretchen, a guest, a visitor, a mere spectator. 

Just Gretchen. 

Gretchen, the somewhat awkward white girl who had always followed Alisha's lead back at the office because she hadn't quite known what to do to really catch Martin's eye. Because she hadn't understood the unspoken subtleties that Alisha and Martin so naturally and culturally shared – the very same Gretchen who was now sharing the bed with handsome Martin! 

Despair merged with a swelling indignation as Alisha raised her head off the dresser. It was all so unfair! She was supposed to be the winner! But these cruel and evil people had snatched her inevitable victory ruthlessly away from her, and now she was going to have to witness Gretchen consummating her interracial union with Martin. It was a sight that Alisha dreaded and yet paradoxically, she simply had to see it with her own eyes to believe it. 

Slowly she turned, shamefully conscious of her heavy cow-boobs swinging freely in front of her, and of her ugly denuded head, and her disgustingly bushy armpits, and she willed herself to be strong. Gretchen was kneeling on Martin's thighs, with his engorged penis in her hand. They were of course both naked, Martin's darkness contrasting with Gretchen's almost translucent skin. 

Martin however, wasn't gazing passionately up at his imminent lover. Instead, his head was turned in Alisha's direction, and for a moment she felt a brief glimmer of hope that he would suddenly remember who he was, and launch Gretchen unceremoniously off the bed before coming to Alisha's rescue. But that fleeting prospect was quashed as she followed his gaze, because his unblinking eyes were solely fixed upon her mammoth breasts. As they jiggled, so his pupils followed, hypnotized by the sight of them, and this surely confirmed that she was now nothing but a sex object to him in the most literal sense. 

She would rather be objectified in the workplace than have to suffer the greedy infantile look in his eyes as he ogled her long nipples. He was after her milk, and that was all! He had got the taste, and he wanted more! And he was now about to make love to his new white girlfriend, his ardor fueled by the sight of his milk bitch standing obediently by the side of his bed! 

Gretchen stroked Martin's thick, black rod with the familiarity of a longtime paramour, and said, "What does she look like now, Martin? Is she still beautiful to you?" 

His eyes still glued to Alisha's distended teats, Martin remained stupidly silent. Gretchen edged forward, rubbing her vulva against Martin's shaft. They were practically fucking in front of her now, and Martin was making no attempt to resist. Standing pathetically to one side with her hands behind her head, it suddenly struck Alisha that this moment in time could never be reversed. No matter what happened after this, even if she won her freedom and returned to her old life, the memory of having to watch her beautiful mentor copulating with her inferior rival would stay with her forever. How could she ever face them again? 

"Who do you want to fuck, Martin?" Gretchen asked as she ground her pubis against his cock. "Do you want me, or that fat-titted cow?" 

Still Martin stared at Alisha's breasts, but now his lips parted and he emitted a low sigh of pleasure as Gretchen's hairless cunt slithered along his length. Gretchen leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of Martin's head. "You know Jacob's boys have been fucking her, don't you? They must have been. Two horny white boys with their own black slave to play with? I bet she's been fucking and sucking them every which way, like a good little nigger bitch!" 

Even as the next wave of the stupefying narcotic began to sweep over her, Alisha was struck by Gretchen's racist language. It went without saying that she couldn't speak like that in the office, but had she forgotten that the naked man she was sitting on – her boss, no less! – was an African American too? For the first time, Martin turned to look up at Gretchen, but before he could say a word, the blonde intern lowered her head and forced her pink tongue into his mouth. 

You manipulative whore! Alisha seethed as the lewd sight of Gretchen sliding her body up and down over Martin begun to swim before her eyes. He's confused and weak, and you're taking full advantage of that! 

With a rude sucking sound, Gretchen pulled her lips away and gasped, "She's black trash, Martin, you know that don't you? Alisha is the white man's whore now. Let me be yours!" 

Alisha swayed back unsteadily on her feet, knocking her ass against the dresser as the erotic scene before her shifted in and out of focus. She blinked twice, trying to clear her vision, and managed to catch a last look at Martin's cockhead tapping against Gretchen's cunt. Gretchen reached down and parted her lips with her fingers, allowing Martin's bulbous black glans to snuggle inside, and then she groaned out loud as she slowly lowered herself onto his long shaft. 

It's too late! Alisha though woozily. He's inside her now. Whatever happens in the future, she will always have been the first! 

She closed her eyes, no longer wanting to witness the truth, and allowed herself to slither onto the floor. In a semi-daze, Alisha tried to ignore the sound of the creaking bedsprings and Gretchen's whimpering sighs. After a year of vying with each other, this was the end result. Gretchen had her man, even though she had done nothing to earn him, and for the first time, Alisha caught herself wondering if she even wanted to leave the farm after all – suddenly, the outside world seemed like a very cold and unfriendly place! 

* 

A sharp rapping at the door woke Gretchen with a start. She sat bolt upright, initially confused by her surroundings, surprised by her nakedness, then seeing Martin's nude black body beside her, she remembered. 

My God, we did it! Me and Martin! I can't believe it just happened like that! 

The knocking resumed, more insistent this time, and she knew it had to be that creepy farmer, Jacob again. She quickly pulled on her jeans and shirt as Martin began to stir. She slid off the bed and saw Alisha slumped against the dresser, her head on her chin, her hands still fastened behind her neck, and her fat boobs covering her torso and thighs. 

Martin rolled over and blinked, and looking down at himself, he place his hands over his groin. "Wh-what is it?" 

"I think it's Jacob," Gretchen said. 

While Martin fumbled for his clothes, Gretchen answered the door. It was indeed the red-faced little farmer, grumpy as ever, with Matthew, the younger son, behind him. Jacob's lecherous eyes lingered on the points of Gretchen's nipples through her shirt, before he said, "Where's Price?" 

"Sleeping," Gretchen said. 

"With the black cow?" Jacob asked with a contemptuous grin. 

"No, he was with..." Gretchen caught herself, and continued, "What do you want?" 

"New orders for Price," Jacob said. "Not you. Go get him." 

Resisting the urge to slap the arrogant pig, Gretchen turned to fetch Martin, but he was already behind her, his eyes bleary, and his clothes disheveled. 

"Couldn't resist it, eh?" Jacob chuckled. 

"I... what do you mean?" Martin stammered, glancing nervously at Gretchen. 

"Never mind," Jacob sneered. "Matthew, give him the bag." 

Matthew passed a large canvas bag to Martin, his eyes roaming over Gretchen's braless chest as he reached forward, and igniting in her that initial spark of trepidation from the previous day. How easy it would be for these crazy rustics to hold her captive as they had done with Alisha! Just one word from Van Hook and she could be spirited away from the world, and transformed into whatever disfigured creature they so desired! She shuddered at the thought and edged a little closer to Martin. 

"You are to call your boss," Jacob said. "He has some new instructions for you. When you leave the farm today, you'll be taking Black Beauty with you." 

Although Gretchen hadn't heard them use this name before, it was obvious who they were talking about. But what did it mean? Was Alisha free to go? Would she be returning to work? In her current condition, Gretchen thought that highly unlikely, but she needed to find out quickly. She had yet to consolidate her position with Martin, and she couldn't afford a scenario where, awash with guilt, he were to spend all of his time and energy in helping Alisha reestablish her career path. Before Martin could respond, Gretchen asked, "Alisha's going home?" 

Jacob shot her a look of disdain and went on, "She'll be under your care from now on, Mr. Price. As far as I am concerned, my work is done. Your boss will decide what happens next." 

Hearing these words, Gretchen immediately felt a little more at ease. It didn't sound like Alisha was going to be set free at all. On the contrary, it seemed that her subjugation was set to continue back in the city under Martin's direct supervision – and Gretchen was damned if she wasn't going to be a part of that! 

"Black Beauty's traveling clothes, suppositories, and some other items are in the bag," Jacob said. "Mr. Van Hook will explain everything else. Now, I've got things to do, and I'm sure you'll be keen to get back to the city, so I'll leave you to it." 

And without even so much as a goodbye, Jacob turned on his heel and started down the path, but Matthew lingered a moment and then said to Gretchen, "Take care of her for me. I'm going to miss her." 

To her amazement, the stupid rube had tears in his eyes! Gretchen had to hand it to Alisha – she certainly had her way with the men! She watched Matthew hurry after his father, and then pushed the door shut with her foot. Martin leaned against the wall and blew out along breath. 

"Now what?" Gretchen asked. 

Martin looked at her uneasily, "I'm going to have to make that call." 

Chapter Thirty-Three 

"Yes, Mr.Van Hook, I do understand... yes, I will, sir." 

Martin stared at the hang-up icon blinking on his phone screen for a moment and then gazed numbly out across the pastures. On the one hand, he couldn't wait to leave this depraved place, but on the other, he hadn't been at all prepared for what that sick bastard had prepared for them next. The only saving grace was that Gretchen would be alongside to help him – provided she didn't decide that this was all getting way out of hand and simply quit the company. However, judging from her remarkable change of attitude since yesterday, he somehow doubted that. 

He pocketed his cell phone and symbolically wiped his hands together. He always felt dirty after speaking with David Van Hook these days. What possible motivation could that man have for wanting to destroy a young woman's life like this? Some kind of twisted revenge? Had Alisha once spurned his advances? That was all Martin could think of. Surely he wasn't doing this to her for mere sport? 

Yes, sir. I understand, sir. Of course, sir. Three bags fucking full, sir! 

Martin could hear his own ingratiating voice still echoing in his head. He felt thoroughly ashamed of himself. He should be helping Alisha to escape from this horror, not abetting this depraved gang of evil perverts. But that was the hard truth he had to face, wasn't it? As much as he had loved, and indeed lusted after Alisha, when it came to the crunch, his career meant more to him. He was far from happy with this realization, but there it was. 

There was another, troubling aspect to all this – he simply could no longer deny the intense sexual arousal he was deriving as a result of this abominable enterprise. Certainly, drinking Alisha's breast milk had affected him deeply, and the urge to suck on those inviting teats seemed to lurk constantly in the back of his mind now. And just looking at the poor girl's bloated mammaries was enough to send an immediate rush of blood to his dick! But it wasn't just about Alisha – he still couldn't believe that he and Gretchen had had unprotected sex and that she had allowed him to come inside her! Had she taken precautions? What if she got pregnant? What the hell was wrong with him? He was breaking every rule in the book! 

Martin rubbed his eyes and with a deep sigh, went back into the cottage to tell Gretchen what Van Hook expected of her now. 

* 

"Oh, my, look at this!" Gretchen giggled. "Put this on and I bet we'd look just like sisters!" 

Alisha stared forlornly at the blonde wig that Gretchen was raising up for her to see. Quite apart from the fact that with their contrasting skin color, and radically mismatched body shapes, there couldn't have been two physically dissimilar women on the planet, the Shirley Temple wig was totally different in shade and texture to Gretchen's natural, soft tresses. It was so obviously false that it had clearly been purchased from a fancy dress store, and was never intended to look real. 

But that was the whole point, wasn't it? To make Alisha look as ridiculous as possible. An ebony-skinned girl with unfeasibly large breasts, and a garish, curly blonde hairstyle? Who wouldn't stop to look? And that question led to Alisha's latest cause for worry. She had heard Master Jacob talking to them in the doorway, and had picked up the gist that she would be leaving the farm. Her initial elation at having apparently made it through this ordeal had been tempered when Gretchen had returned to the bedroom lugging the big canvas bag.  As Gretchen had started investigating the contents of the bag and placing them one by one on the bed, Alisha's heart had begun to sink. She tried to recollect what she had been wearing the day she had been brought to this terrible place, and incredibly, that humiliating first day when she had been stripped in the open air in front of everyone had come flooding back to her with full clarity. Piece by piece she recalled, she had removed her sweater, shoes and socks, and then of course her underwear, and she had been kept effectively naked ever since! How long ago that seemed! 

But there were none of her personal clothes amongst the items that Gretchen was producing now, and even though there was no way Alisha would ever be able to fit into her old bra, the fact that she was being provided with new personal items suggested quite clearly that she was not going to be returning to her old existence. 

Laying the absurd wig to one side, Gretchen delved into the bag again. She had already uncovered a couple of ugly frocks which from the look of them, would be more than sufficient in size to cover Alisha's gigantic breasts. A pair of sandals and three pairs of large frumpy knickers followed. There was also a plastic bag filled with the familiar blue suppositories with which Alisha had developed such a deep love-hate relationship. 

Now Gretchen chuckled again. "Oh, look. They've even remembered to pack your favorite toy!" 

Alisha needed no introduction to the long, black phallus that Gretchen was now waving in front of her. She had been forced to ride the disgusting thing on many occasions, the most recent of course being this morning in the milking shed! And in spite of Gretchen's cruel taunt – not to mention Alisha's supercharged body having its own ideas – she despised the sex toy intensely, not least because of its color, which had presumably been chosen to mock her own skin pigmentation. 

A big, black cock, for the nigger slave! 

Alisha remained quietly on the floor while Gretchen enjoyed herself examining the bizarre contents of the bag. Cautiously, she straightened her legs and wiggled her toes. Gretchen didn't seem to notice. At some point over the past few hours, Alisha had come to subconsciously accept that she was under now under Gretchen's control, but if in fact she was about to leave the farm, then didn't that mean she had only Darius Nash to answer to once again? 

Deductive thinking, once her strong point, didn't come as easy these days, but she still recalled the terms of Nash's blackmail agreement, and specifically regarding this interlude on the farm. If she was correct in her reasoning, then with the exception of the weekends at Nash's brownstone, she would soon have her freedom back again. Her stomach began to flutter as she processed this possibility, but the feeling was more of anxiety than excitement – the concept of being in control of her own destiny suddenly seeming rather daunting. With her body and mind so badly knocked out of shape, how in the hell was she supposed to prepare herself for life back in the city? 

To her growing dismay, it suddenly occurred to Alisha that she may no longer be capable of facing the future by herself – or at least for the time being. As much as it galled her to admit it, the idea of having Gretchen and Martin by her side suddenly felt rather more appealing than being left to her own devices. What a heartbreaking comedown from the independently-minded free spirit she used to be! 

As she wrestled with this troubling realization, the bedroom door swung open and Martin appeared in the doorway. Alisha's eyes were involuntarily drawn to his crotch, and although not as aroused as before, the shape of his substantial member was still visible under his pants. Forcing herself to look up at his face, Alisha saw that he was wearing his now-familiar troubled frown. 

"So here's the thing," he said, looking at Gretchen. "Alisha is to return to work, but she won't be living at her own apartment anymore – she'll be staying with you." 

Gretchen laid down a rather complicated leather gag she had been studying, and said, "With me?" 

"That's correct," Martin said. "Mr. Van Hook says that from now on, you are to be Alisha's guardian." 

Unlike Alisha, Gretchen didn't appear particularly stunned by this turn of events, and merely asked, "And what exactly will this entail?" 

"Well, everything, I guess," Martin said, and then turning to Alisha, added, "Mr. Van Hook asked me to remind you that the arrangement you had with Darius Nash is still in effect." 

Alisha had almost forgotten about how she had originally been caught up in this nightmare – the threat of being exposed as a drug user (one stupid mistake!) which would have most certainly ended her hard-earned position at Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon. She had almost compartmentalized that off, as if it were a separate issue to the one she had been facing here on the farm, and yet it remained the core reason for her being here. For the first time, fragments of that one-sided conversation in Nash's living room now came drifting back to her. The sick pervert had informed her that she was to be 'reconstructed' and 'altered' and had mentioned something about an 'experiment' in which she would be reduced to a 'less-than-human-status'. But it was the final part of his 'sales pitch' that now reverberated in her mind: "...will gradually rebuild you in the new mold that we have decided for you." 

Rather than being the end of her ordeal, was this now the beginning of the 'rebuilding' stage? Now that Alisha was psychologically crippled as well as physically modified possibly beyond repair, it seemed that Gretchen, of all people, had been charged with the task of reintroducing her to her old environment – but in what form? With this much unexpected power to wield, there was little to no chance that Gretchen would help Alisha return to her former status! The thought of playing a poor second fiddle to her former rival in front of the entire office caused Alisha to fleetingly consider asking if she could stay behind at the farm! 

But as these considerations churned around in her mind, Alisha already knew that she would be going with Gretchen. Yes, technically she had a choice, but something irreversible had been burned into her psyche now, and she was no longer the same Alisha Royce that had arrived here. She hated Gretchen with a vengeance already, and she was sorely disappointed at Martin's newly-revealed weakness, but deep down she knew that she needed them both in the short-term at least. Perhaps in a few weeks, when she was a little mentally stronger, she would begin to plot her escape plan, but for now she would just go along with whatever they wanted her to do – it just seemed easier that way. 

"I'm okay with that," Gretchen nodded. "You can be my little pet, Alisha! We'll have lots of fun together, won't we?" 

"Alisha?" Martin said, forcing himself to meet her eyes. "Mr. Van Hook wants to know if you are still prepared to honor your part of the agreement." 

Honor? Agreement? 

Legal-sounding terms that seemed so out of place right now! Trying to ignore the ramifications of Gretchen's last sentence, Alisha nodded wordlessly. 

"Okay then," Martin said, sounding a little relieved. "That's settled then. Now we need to tie up another loose end. Your mother lives alone I understand, Alisha?" 

Instantly snapped out of her mental disorientation, Alisha said, "My mother?" 

"Yes," Martin said. "According to your HR records, she is divorced and your sister has moved to California, am I right?" 

"Y-yes, but why do you...?" 

"Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen to your mother," Martin said hurriedly. "On the contrary, she has already been generously compensated as a result of your... situation." 

Compensated? 

"What have you told her?" Alisha said, her stomach knotting again. 

Martin cleared his throat. "Before your departure for the farm, you told her you would be on an intensive study retreat in preparation for your exams, is that correct?" 

Alisha nodded again. It was the only story she could come up with which would explain why she couldn't be reached. 

Martin continued, "The company has been in touch with her again – and told her the real reason for your absence." 

Alisha's eyes widened. "Sh-she knows about this?" 

"Oh no, absolutely not!" Martin said. "But she does know that you are a drug addict and that you have actually been in rehab for the past fortnight. The company has sent her a substantial check which they have explained is a payment from your medical insurance. They have explained to her that you are in good hands and that you specifically requested to be left alone during this difficult time of healing." 

Martin sounded as though he was quoting from a staff memo, but Alisha had no reason to think that he wasn't telling the whole truth here. Her eyes welling up, she said, "My mom thinks I'm a drug addict?" 

From the bed, Gretchen waved the bag of suppositories, and said, "Well she's not wrong, is she?" 

"B-but I'm not... I wasn't before..." Alisha sobbed. 

"The point is," Martin interjected, "she has asked to speak to you on the phone. So far, Mr. Van Hook has managed to keep this whole thing sounding plausible, but it's time your mother heard your voice." 

Sniffing back tears, Alisha said, "I can't talk to her now!" 

"I'm afraid you must," Martin said softly. 

Through her tears, Alisha became aware of a hand resting upon her shoulder, and she looked up to see that Gretchen was crouching beside her with a big fat suppository in her other hand. 

"Come over to the bed," she smiled, "and I'll stick a couple of these up your ass – then you can phone your mom!" 

Chapter Thirty-Four 

They were ready to leave the farm. Alisha had walked – actually walked like a human being – with Gretchen along the footpath to the farmhouse where Martin was parked. Not that Alisha had brought much with her, but her original clothes had been packed in a shopping bag which she now placed in the trunk of Martin's Escalade. Even if she had been allowed to wear them, there was no way that Alisha's grossly oversized breasts would have remotely fitted underneath her sweater! 

But of course she hadn't been given a choice in the matter anyway, and it was Gretchen who had selected her clothes from the canvas bag, clearly relishing her new position as Alisha's official baby-sitter. Alisha cringed inwardly at the way she had meekly allowed Gretchen to position her ass-up on the bed, and then insert the two capsules into her asshole. To her added embarrassment, Martin hadn't left the room this time, but had watched on curiously as Alisha's fix was being administered in such a vulgar fashion. 

Still terrified at the prospect of having to speak to her mother, Alisha had buried her tear-streaked face in the pillows with her breasts squished out beside her, as the soothing effects of the narcotic compound had quickly taken effect. While she was prone, Alisha had heard the clink of metal and then for the first time in what felt like years, her wrists were freed of their cuffs. With a little gentle encouragement from Gretchen, Alisha had slowly raised herself up onto her knees, and then climbed off the bed. 

Then Gretchen had dressed her, first selecting a pair of frumpy black knickers that, for some unimaginable reason had a coarse strip of fibrous material sewn inside the gusset that had immediately started irritating Alisha's swollen labia. 

Then, still under Martin's inquisitive gaze, Gretchen had worked a brown burlap frock down over Alisha's head, no more than a sack really, but large enough to drape over her prominent bust and hang down to her knees. Finally, she slipped a pair of leather thongs onto her feet and her unflattering attire had been basically complete – but not quite. 

Gretchen had delighted in taking her time to adjust the hateful Shirley Temple wig until she had it just so. Gretchen had even made Alisha pose for some pictures, laughing happily as she had shown her the images on her smartphone – a dark-skinned face framed by cute, blonde curls, wearing a sackcloth dress over a gargantuan bust! Even in her stressed-out, drug-clouded state of mind, it was not lost on Alisha that she had been deliberately turned into this caricature, and that these ludicrous props had quite obviously been selected and prepared by somebody with a little more imagination than the idiot rubes dwelling on this farm. 

Noticing the strange, pitying look in Martin's eyes, Alisha wasn't sure if wouldn't have been better to have remained naked – no more secrets to hide from him there anyway. But that was not her decision to make. Gretchen was in control now, her authority apparently sanctioned by one of the most powerful partners at Bale, Thomas, and Farringdon, and if Alisha still harbored hopes of salvaging her career, she would have no choice but to accept it – for now. 

* 

Martin's emotions had been on such a rollercoaster ride for the past twenty- four hours that he had been unprepared for how painful he had found it to call Alisha's mother. He had met her once at an office function, a decent, if uneducated woman, but her tired, almost defeated demeanor had made him wonder where Alisha had inherited her inner strength from – the absent father, maybe? 

Despite Mrs. Royce's obvious concerns about her daughter's welfare, Mr. Van Hook had calculated correctly in sending her an obscenely large check under the guise of an insurance payout. No matter how difficult or complicated the circumstances, money always had a way of sugar-coating the pill. By emphasizing that the funds were only available due to Alisha's own prudence and forethought – a lie of course, because although Alisha was indeed contributing to a pension scheme, there was no way she could have accrued such a generous payout at this early stage of her career – it was hoped that Mrs. Royce's shock and disappointment at her daughter's failings might be somewhat assuaged. Or on a more practical level, Martin understood, the woman was really being paid to stay away and not poke her nose around during Alisha's 'treatment'. 

If Martin had found it difficult to lie to Alisha's mother, his discomfiture had paled into insignificance when he had handed the phone to Alisha. Gretchen had administered another two capsules anally, a sight that Martin had found revolting and yet oddly enthralling. The sight of these two young women in such close and intimate proximity, had the effect of triggering yet another semi-erection, but for reasons that he couldn't explain, he hadn't this time felt compelled to leave the room. 

After allowing herself to be dressed by Gretchen, and then fitted with the blonde, curly wig, Alisha had looked totally unreal and cartoonish, especially with the front of her burlap frock thrusting out like a pair of gigantic elongated balloons. Was Van Hook really expecting her to return to work like this? Martin was just grateful that it would be down to Gretchen to oversee the details of Alisha's return to the office, and not himself. 

Alisha's exchange with her mother had been brief, with the majority of the dialogue coming from the other end. To her credit, even though tears of shame had soaked her dark cheeks, Alisha had managed to keep her voice reasonably level as she had assured her mother that she was in good hands and was on the road to repair. Apologizing for letting the family down had been rather more harrowing for her of course – particularly as it now transpired that there was an element of truth to her guilt. Even if Martin had had prior knowledge of Alisha's single indiscretion, he would have let it pass with a quiet word of advice, nothing more. It would have been seriously naïve of him to think that she was the only member of staff to have partaken in the occasional illegal stimulant outside of office hours. But of course, poor Alisha was being portrayed as a hopeless user whose whole future hung in the balance, and this to the person whom she wanted to impress the most – her mother! How that must have hurt! 

While Martin had almost cringed on Alisha's behalf, Gretchen, he noticed, had sat right beside Alisha, holding her hand encouragingly, but all the time maintaining a little smile on her soft lips as her blue eyes had sparkled with satisfaction. What a complex and devious character that one was turning out to be. And not only was she now deeply entwined in their little ménage et trois, but after their passionate rutting session earlier, she now had something on him too! 

Confession time over, they had made their way to Martin's Escalade, packed their belongings, and then Alisha had been forced to endure one final indignity – a kiss goodbye for both Matthew and Richard who had turned up to see her off. Martin could only imagine how galling that must have felt for the poor girl given the anguish these two deviant young white men had inflicted on her this past fortnight. 

Anxious now to get the hell off this farm, Martin fired up the engine with Gretchen in the passenger seat beside him, and their odd-looking charge sitting miserably in the back seat. He took a final glance in the rearview at the farmhouse and the paddock where he had first witnessed Alisha's outrageous show pony routine, and with a deep sense of foreboding about what lay ahead , he turned out of the main gate. 

All three occupants of that SUV were now very changed people from when they arrived at that strange and heinous farm. And the more he thought about it, the more Martin was convinced that David Van Hook and whoever else might be manipulating them, intended to escalate their depraved little alliance when they returned to work in the city – and for a long time to come. 

THE END – AND THE BEGINNING.

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