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Old McDonald's Breeding Farm
by Norm DePloom (normdeploom@sbcglobal.net)
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Breeding day at the slave farm. (MF, oral, anal,
slavery)
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All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.
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Sunshine came awake instantly when the Master called.
Scrambling from the floor mat at the foot of the bed,
Sunshine crawled to the Master and waited on its knees,
with its forehead on the floor and its fanny high in
the air, for the Master's first order. This was mating
day and although Sunshine was not a breeder, the
general air of excitement was infectious and permeated
everyone, even the Master's personal body slave.
Sunshine rose and scurried after the Master when he
walked from his bed to his private personal needs room
where it again assumed its position and waited until
its Master was ready to be cleaned. After cleaning its
Master, Sunshine quickly took care of its own personal
needs, cleaned itself, removed the wastes, and managed
to be in position in front of its Master by the time he
was ready to dress. Sunshine remained ever vigilant for
any of the subtle signals that would indicate its
Master's desire to use its body. No matter what
happened the rest of the day, the Master always used
Sunshine's body just before going to sleep and again
just after waking up.
When the Master opened his robe, Sunshine took the
Master into its mouth and lavished all its lifelong
training on the Master's erect organ. Through training
and conditioning Sunshine craved for the Master to use
its body just as an addict craves their drug. To be
honoured with the privilege of taking the Master's
essence into its body gave Sunshine a feeling of
religious ecstasy. When the Master discharged into its
mouth, Sunshine carefully spread his essence with its
tongue, coating the inside of its mouth so it could
continue experiencing the Master's taste and odour for
as long as possible.
Once the Master's morning needs had been satisfied,
Sunshine scurried around the Master's room as it
removed the Master's night clothes and dressed him to
go out. Sunshine, of course, remained naked as did all
slaves. When the Master was ready to leave his room, he
connected the two short ends of the chain to the rings
hanging from Sunshine's nipples, the longer third
portion of the chain was attached to the Master's belt.
When the Master walked, Sunshine walked behind him;
when the Master stopped, Sunshine stood behind him;
when the Master sat, Sunshine knelt beside him with its
forehead on the floor, or ground, and its fanny up in
the air. At all times Sunshine remained hyper-vigilant
for any signal from the Master indicating a personal
need for it to satisfy. Although attached by a chain to
the Master's belt, and being with him at all times of
the day and night, Sunshine remained by custom nameless
and invisible to all other people.
By the time the Master had finished his morning meal,
and was walking down the wide steps from the front door
of his residence, the first guests had arrived.
Introductions were made and the group toured the
breeding facilities. The Master's special guest had
brought a female breeding slave with him; their intent
being to begin a programme of cross breeding the stock
between their two slave farms.
"You'll see the breeding shed later," the master spoke
to his guest, "while we're waiting for the others, I'll
show you around the rest of my operation." The Master,
with Sunshine walking naked behind him, walked beside
the visitor, who had his own personal body slave
following him, and the naked female breeding slave
followed behind the group.
"Has your breeder been bred before?"
"Yes, my female has been successfully bred once before,
it should be at the peak of its fertility today."
Sunshine glanced over its shoulder at the breeding
slave walking, naked just a step behind it. The breeder
ignored Sunshine's look. As a female breeder, it would
have been beneath its dignity to acknowledge the
existence of either of the personal body slaves.
"We will start with the holding hall, where we keep the
female breeders who have been successfully bred, until
they complete their gestation." A bell rang as the
Master, his guest, and the slaves approached the door
of the white washed wood structure. They entered and
walked down the center of the long room, walking
between the beds that were perpendicular to the walls,
and the naked female breeder slaves that stood at the
end of each bed. There were slaves in every phase of
pregnancy, from those that were not showing to those
that looked like they might drop their offspring right
then in front of the Master and his guest.
"This is one of our best breeder's," the Master
announced as he stopped in front of one of the female
breeder slaves who was obviously far along in its
gestation. The master ran his hand over the slave's
large, milk filled breasts, over its large swollen
belly then down between its legs for a quick feel of
its vaginal area.
"This will be the twentieth offspring for this female
slave," the Master informed his guest. "I bred it the
first time when it was twelve years old." The Master
looked around the room, "I would guess that easily a
third of the female breeder slaves in this room are its
decedents." The Master's guest looked around the room
at all the pregnant female breeder slaves.
"Impressive."
"This one, is one of the first generation offspring,"
the Master said, moving to the next slave standing at
the ends of the beds. The first slave was obviously
approaching the end of its productive years, and the
offspring was obviously at the peak its productive
years. Its large belly looked like it might produce an
offspring at any minute. The Master ran his hand
possessively over the younger slave's breasts, belly,
and vagina, just as he had done with the older slave.
"One of my innovations," the Master continued to
pontificate while he and his guest continued examining
the pregnant breeding slaves, "is to use my female
breeders in a brothel during the first six months or so
after they've been bred."
"Really?"
"Yes, that way they can help offset my cost of caring
for them while they are pregnant and the breeders
remain calmer and more docile if they are getting used
regularly. You'd be surprised how many men are willing
to pay for the use of an obviously pregnant breeder
slave."
"How late in the pregnancy do you have your breeders
working in the brothel?"
"To some extent that depends on the slave. It's
interesting, but some of the young ones like the second
slave we examined actually earns more money the bigger
its belly gets." The Master's voice dropped to almost a
conspiratorial whisper. "Perverted or not there are a
lot of men who really love fucking pregnant slaves, and
I don't see any reason I shouldn't make some money from
them."
"I'll have to look into it."
"Now, right through this door is the nursery." Sunshine
followed behind the Master as he led the group into the
next room. Instead of beds with pregnant breeder slaves
this room was full of simple wood cribs. A bevy of
older female slaves moved around the room taking care
of the slave offspring.
"We are just in time for milking," the Master said
indicating an area in the room where several large
breasted slaves were gathering. "For the first two
weeks the breeder slave feeds its offspring, then they
are moved in here and the breeder goes into a
dormitory. We've found that they become breedable a lot
faster if we let them dry up instead of continuing to
feed their offspring. We have taken the breeder slaves
who produce the most milk and converted them to milk
slaves."
As they approached the milking station, the milk slaves
had all seated themselves on a long wood bench. Leaning
forward, they each rested their large, udder-like
breasts on a wood plank. Several older female slaves
milked them into a common trough.
"What about this one?" The Master's visitor indicated
the milk slave on the end of the bench who was being
milked into a separate container.
"This is my personal milk slave, all of its output is
sent to the main house for my personal use." The master
picked up a small cup and scooped some of the slave's
milk out of the bowel it was being milked into.
"Try it," the Master held the cup out to his guest,
"it's extremely high in butterfat and has a marvellous
taste." The Master's personal milk slave was positively
glowing with pride. The visitor sipped the offered
milk.
"Very good."
"Through experimentation I have developed a diet that
maximises both quality and quantity of milk
production."
"Have you thought about packaging and selling it?"
"I'm not sure it would be worth the effort."
"I'm sure there are men who would want to use it for,"
realising he was on the verge of the social blunder of
mentioning wives, the Master's guest paused, "other
purposes," he finished rather weakly.
"I'm sure they would, I have used it for 'other
purposes' myself." The Master eased his guests
discomfort with a wave of his hand. Since Sunshine
never left the Master's presence, Sunshine was aware
that the Master's never seen in public wife was treated
only marginally better than the breeding slaves.
"I will admit," the Master said, once again speaking in
a low, conspiratorial voice, "I do occasionally like to
push these large breasts together and seek my pleasure
between them." The visitor nodded his understanding of
the Master's proclivity. The Master's hand lingered on
the milk slave's breast like he was considering
satisfying his desire for slave cleavage. With a sigh,
he released the slave's breast and walked through the
room pointing out to the visitor which of the offspring
were being reserved for his own breeding stock and
which ones were destined to be sold.
Leaving the nursery, the Master led his guest, and the
slaves accompanying them to the building that housed
the female breeding slaves who were being prepared for
impregnation. Unlike the open, dormitory arrangement
used for the pregnant slaves, and for the offspring,
each bed in this building was in a small, locked cell.
"We must keep these slaves under constant surveillance
and control. You wouldn't believe how quickly one of
these ripe breeders can find a male to mount them." The
visitor gave the Master a knowing node.
"I have found, through bitter experience, that if I am
going to maintain any control at all over my breeding
program, I must keep absolute control of the female
breeders. When they are ready to mate they will breed
with anything that has a dick. They absolutely do not
care who mounts them. If they get the chance they'll
even let a whole room full of males take turns
mounting, them like a bitch with a pack of dogs."
"My operation is much smaller than yours," the visitor
said as he and the Master moved down the row of cells
looking at the female breeder slaves, "but I've had the
same problem. These females are like a small child with
a new toy, they just can't leave themselves alone."
"Yes, they'll flop on their backs for anyone who has a
cock between their legs, and if they can't find a man
they'll fashion a penis from a broomstick. Or anything
else they can fit inside themselves." As if to prove
his statement, the breeder in the next cell was laying
on its back, with its legs open exploring its vagina
with three fingers. The two men stood and watched the
slave pleasuring itself while Sunshine peeked around
the Master's arm.
"Well," the visitor said as he and the Master moved on,
"if you ever had any doubts about them being no better
than animals..." The visitors voice trailed off.
"So true, so true," the master said as they left the
female breeders building. The group walked across the
compound to another plain, white washed building.
"This is where we keep the male breeders." The Master
said as they entered the building. "We keep the male
breeders in separate cells also," the Master explained
as the group stopped to look at the first slave.
"Notice, we also keep their genitals locked in a
special metal basket.
I've found breeding to be much more successful if the
male breeders are
only allowed to ejaculate when they are mating with one
of the female
slaves"
"That makes sense," the visitor said thoughtfully,
"maximise the volume and potency of their ejaculate."
Sunshine, and the other two slaves looked at the male
breeders with only slightly less interest than the male
slaves were showing in them. The visitor's breeder was
obviously interested in which one of these male slaves
it would be mated with. Sunshine was always interested
in seeing men naked. Sunshine had never touched any
penis other than the Master's and its curiosity was
unbounded.
"Their genital baskets have sharp points inside to
discourage unauthorised erections. In truth, the male
slave's are even worse than the females. Before I
started using the genital baskets I had to leave enough
space between their cells to keep them apart." The
Master's disgust was obvious in his voice. "Otherwise
they'd waste their discharges in each others mouths and
rectums." The group only spent a few minutes in the
male breeders building before they left.
"Let's go back to the main house for some coffee before
the breeding starts, it'll be about an hour before the
other guests arrive. Breeding day always brings a lot
of visitors. Some, like yourself, bring females that
I've agreed to breed with some of my males; some are
customers who will be buying some of the offspring; and
some," the Master finished with a wink, "just like to
watch the slaves mating."
"Not that there is anything wrong with that," the
visitor said as they climbed the steps to the front
door of the Master's house.
"May I examine your breeder?" The Master inquired after
they were seated and their coffee had been served.
"Of course," the visitor nodded his head to his slave.
The visitor's breeder stood in front of the Master with
its feet spread, its arms folded behind its back with
each hand clasping the elbow of the other arm, and its
head down. Sunshine watched from its position on the
floor while the Master ran his hands over the breeder
slave's body. He cupped the slave's breasts, testing
their firmness with his fingers.
Sunshine could see the breeder's nipples harden as the
Master handled them. The Master placed his left hand on
the breeder slave's butt and, reaching between its
legs, examined the slave's vagina with the other. The
master examined the slave's secretions coating his
finger, smelling it and testing its viscosity.
"My Breeding Master will give us his professional
opinion," the Master said as he wiped his finger clean
on the breeder's belly, "but in my not inexperienced
opinion this slave is ripe and ready to be mated
today."
"I have no doubts of that." The visitor said as he
directed his breeder slave to kneel next to his chair.
The Master sipped his coffee, then directed the visitor
to the guest personal needs room. After the guest,
followed by his personal body slave left in the
direction indicated, the Master let his arm hang over
the side of the chair while he idly caressed Sunshine's
breast with one hand and sipped coffee with the other.
A lifetime of training and conditioning caused
Sunshine's body to respond instantly to the Master's
touch. The personal body slave's nipples hardened and
its vagina moistened, readying itself for the
possibility that the Master might have need of its use.
After the visitor returned to the sitting room, the
Master excused himself and went upstairs to his private
personal needs room.
As soon as the door closed Sunshine loosened the
Master's trousers and held his organ while he urinated.
When he was done, Sunshine leaned over and, taking the
Master's penis in its mouth, swirled its tongue over
the head to clean it. Feeling the Master grow, Sunshine
continued taking more of him into its mouth. When the
Master had achieved full erection, he pulled himself
from his slave's mouth and signalled for Sunshine to
turn around and bend over.
Sunshine leaned against the wall for support while the
master entered from behind, then moved its hips and
selectively flexed its muscles in a way calculated to
offer the Master the best possible experience. Sunshine
always felt an immense since of completeness while
fulfilling the duties of a personal body slave.
Sunshine held the Master securely inside its vagina
while he discharged in its depths, then turned and
cleaned the master with its mouth and tongue. After the
Master's trousers were once again secured, he signalled
his permission for Sunshine to take care of any needs
it might have, then straightened his hair and beard in
the mirror.
The Master returned to the sitting room, finished his
coffee, then announced it was time to proceed to the
breeding shed. The other guests were already in the
'shed'. The Master turned his visitor's female breeding
slave over to the Breeding Master, then led the way to
the observation gallery over looking the mating pit
where the other guests waited. Each chair in the
gallery was positioned with a small table on one side
and room for a personal body slave to kneel on the
other.
The Master and the Visitor settled into the two chairs
with the best view of the mating pit below. The other
guests were engaged in an animated discussion of the
male and female breeders currently occupying individual
holding pens lining opposite sides of the mating floor.
With the Master's permission, Sunshine knelt with its
head up instead of down on the floor; Sunshine loved
watching the breeding slaves down in the mating pit.
Sunshine watched the Breeding Master and his
assistants, four older female slaves, preparing the
table for the first mating.
The first female breeder was brought from the holding
cell, laid on the mating table then positioned with its
feet in stirrups that separated its legs and bent its
knees. The slave was pulled down toward the end of the
table until its fanny hung off the end. The Breeding
Master thoroughly examined the slave's vagina and
declared it ready for mating.
"This will be the first mating for Jane-fiveone, the
first born member of the fifth generation of the
prestigious 'Jane' line originally developed by the Old
Master, your father." The Breeding Master announced,
speaking to the Master. The Master had always taken
particular interest in the 'Jane' line of slaves that
he had inherited from his father.
Sunshine remembered when the Master had supervised
Jane-Five-one's opening several weeks previous in
preparation for its first mating. Sunshine remembered
that the Master himself had inserted the large penis
shaped ivory tool into the Jane-five-one's vagina. The
same tool had been used on the slave several times a
day since then to make sure Jane-five-one was ready for
this first mating.
While the Breeding Master talked to the people in the
gallery, two of his assistants were busy preparing
Jane-five-one for its first penetration. Sunshine could
see one of them stroking the female breeding slave's
clitoris while the other assistant moved fingers in and
out of the breeder's vagina. The other two assistants
were retrieving the male breeder slave from its holding
cell.
"Jane-Five-one will be mated with Jake-Two," the
Breeder Master continued his explanation. "This will be
the third generation of the Jane line to be mated with
Jake-Two. Jane-Three-two has produced ten offspring by
Jake-Two and Jane-Four-one has produced six offspring
by Jake-Two." Sunshine found nothing unusual about the
female breeder slave being mated to a male breeder
slave who happened to be its father and grandfather. If
either of the breeder slaves found anything unusual
about the prospect, neither of them showed any signs of
it. Two of the assistants removed the genital basket
from Jake-Two and stroked its penis to an erect state.
"We are hoping that this mating will produce another
female breeder so we can get one more generation of the
Jane line mated with Jake-Two before it gets too old."
"Let the mating begin." The Master said with a wave of
his hand. The two slaves who had been preparing Jane-
Five-one removed their hands from the female breeder's
vagina and, each placing a hand on a leg and an arm
held the slave in place on the mating table.
The other two assistants moved Jake-Two into place
between Jane-Five-one's legs and directed the male
breeder slave's erect penis into the female breeder
slave's waiting vagina. All of the men watching from
the gallery leaned forward in anticipation as they
watched the penetration of the female slave by the male
slave. Sunshine watched with equal interest as the
Master's hand kneaded its fanny. Mating day was always
a busy time for the personal body slaves.
The male slave moved with confidence derived from years
of experience, the Master and his guests grew
noticeably more excited as the male slave moved its
penis in slow thrusts in and out of the female slave's
vagina. Two of the assistants stroked the female
slave's thighs and breasts, as well as stimulating the
female breeder's clitoris. The other two assistants
stroked the male slave's body and gently caressed its
testicles while it mated with its
daughter/granddaughter/mate.
The Master clutched Sunshine's buttocks almost
painfully tight as he watched the male slave hold its
erect penis completely inside the female slave while
pumping impregnating seamen deep inside the vagina. As
soon as the male slave had completed the mating, the
two assistants immediately strapped the genital cage
back onto its body and returned it to its holding cell.
Jake-Two would not be allowed to ejaculate for a week
when it would once again be mated with Jane-Five-one.
This process would continue until the female breeder
slave proved to be pregnant. The other two assistants
readjusted the table, lowering the female breeder
slave's head, then rolled the table to the side of the
breeding pit where it would remain until the day's
matings were finished.
"That position helps the sperm flow deeper into the
female slave, increasing the likely hood of
fertilisation." The visitor nodded his head, although
to Sunshine he seemed to be much more interested in the
area between his personal body slave's legs than he was
in the position of the female breeder slave who had
just been mated. On the other side of the special
visitor, the personal body slave of another one of the
Master's guests was on its knees with its head moving
up and down in its owner's lap. Sunshine thrust back
against the Master's hand that was exploring its anus.
Responding instantly to the subtle signals of the
Master, Sunshine turned and unfastened his trousers
before turning back around and, with bent, spread knees
offered its rear for the Master's use. With a hand on
each of the slave's hips the Master lowered Sunshine's
anus onto his erect penis. Sunshine held onto the
railing and watched the assistants in the mating pit
preparing another mating table while the Master moved
his personal body slave's anus up and down on his
penis.
The second mating in the pit went almost unnoticed as
the Master and his guests busied themselves with their
personal body slaves. Sunshine was too busy making sure
its Master enjoyed using its ass, and watching the
slaves mating directly below to pay attention to what
the other slaves were doing, or having done to them, in
the observation gallery. Sunshine loved being used by
the Master. Sunshine only felt complete when the
Master's cock was inside its body.
The activity in the observation gallery subsided as the
second female breeding slave was being pushed to the
side of the pit where it would remain with its head
lowered while the rest of the breedings proceeded. To
the best of Sunshine's knowledge no one else in the
gallery had been watching while the second mating was
taking place.
The guest who had brought the female breeder to be
mated excused himself so he could observe from the
floor of the breeding pit while his female breeder was
mated with the Master's male breeder. Sunshine
continued to watch the pit below while the guest and
his personal body slave stood beside the mating table
while his slave was positioned, and both breeder slaves
were prepared.
The breeding continued all morning. The noon meal was
served to the master, and his guests, in the
observation gallery where they ate while watching
female slaves one after the other being strapped down
to the tables and inseminated by the male breeder
slaves. After the last official mating, about two hours
after the noon meal, the Master announced that the
matings had been completed for the day and invited all
of his guests to pass a little time in the brothel
until he could join them.
He assured his special guest that the female breeder
slave would be brought to him after it had been
unstrapped from the table and examined by the Breeding
Master. Sunshine heard one of the guests speak of
McDonald and his 'unnatural experiments' as they left
the observation gallery. Sunshine was sure the man's
distaste for the Master's 'unnatural experiments' would
not stop him from enjoying his share of the pregnant
breeders in the brothel.
The Master, with sunshine kneeling beside him, waited
patiently while the breeding pit was cleared. The spent
male breeding slaves were returned to their cells in
the Male Breeder building; the female breeder slaves
were unstrapped from the tables and returned to their
cells in the Female Breeder building; the slave's
assisting the Breeding Master cleaned the tables and
set them up for the next breeding session and then left
the room. The Breeding Master locked all the doors then
announced the building secure. The Master joined the
Breeding Master in the breeding pit.
"All is ready," he told the Master. The Master
signalled and an unused door under the observation
gallery opened. The Breeding Master's son entered the
room pulling behind him an unwilling naked female.
"Please Father," the teenaged female begged on her
knees, "please, oh god don't do this."
"You have been warned time and time again not to
fraternize with the slave women." The Master knelt and
helped the naked young girl to her feet. "Since you
insist on acting like one of the slaves you will be
treated like one of the slaves." The master put his
daughter into the hands of the Breeding Master. "She's
is ready for her first mating." He announced then
stepped back to watch as the Breeding Master and the
Breeding Master's son bound the Master's naked daughter
to a mating table.
Ignoring the young girl's tears, sobs and begging, a
male breeding slave was brought into the pit. The male
slave was positioned between the girl's legs and, while
she struggled against the straps holding her to the
table, pushed its large hard cock into the virgin.
On a signal from the Master Sunshine knelt in front of
him and, after opening his trousers, sucked the
Master's erection into its mouth. The Master grasped
Sunshine's hair with both hands and drove himself into
its mouth while he watched his naked daughter being
mated by a male slave.
The master moved himself in Sunshine's mouth in time
with the well endowed male breeder slave moving in and
out of his daughter, and came just as the slave came.
The male slave was immediately removed from the
breeding pit and the mating table was moved into the
head down position to increase the odds of her becoming
pregnant.
"Move it to a cell in the female breeders building,"
the Master instructed the Breeding Master, ignoring the
inconsolable sobs coming from the mating table, as he
left the pit to join his guests in the brothel.
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