New Farm-Hand CW: Cubs, M/Cboy, Rape, Slavery, Pregnant Cub, MPreg, Forced Partners/Forced to Rape ____________________________________________________________ The young colt is led by two stallions and proceeds to walk down a small stone staircase. Once they reach the bottom, they lead the boy down a lengthy hallway, each side lined with sturdy wooden doors. The sounds of whips cracking and men screaming could be heard faintly from the other side. The boy couldn’t go any further, he was too afraid, “C’mon kid, the faster ya walk, the faster this’ll be over.” spoke one of the stallions. The other man standing behind him gave him a hard shove, almost causing him to fall. They continue walking until they reach the door at the end of the hall. The leading equine opens the door. The left wall is adorned with racks that hold various implements used in BDSM like whips, chains, ropes, gags, etc. Inside sits a rabbit, an older gentleman with a thick mustache who sits by a furnace, this machine has a small door that is slightly ajar, sticking out is a long metal rod, and on top of the furnace sits a pair of thick leather gloves. The rabbit looks over to the three equines and says, “Afternoon boys, now you two brutes stand there and guard the door. And you, little one,” speaks the bunny, pointing to the colt. “C’mere.” With hesitation, the young boy does as he’s told and stops in front of the rabbit. “What’s yur name, boy?” “Ch-Charlie, sir. My-My name is Charlie, sir.” the colt responds. “My name is Caseous Eliot. But you will either address me as; Sir, Master, Mr. Eliot, or Master Eliot. Do I make myself clear?” He asks in an assertive tone of voice. “Yuh-Yes sir, Master Eliot.” “Good, a few more things before we’re done here; number one, your name ain't Charlie no more, it's Gnat.” “May I a-ask why, Mr. Eliot?” “‘Cuz on my farm you slaves aren’t people, yur little more than beasts made to work and be bred. So I take yur names and give you a new one that reminds ya of yur place.” “Bred, what does that mean, sir?” “You’ll find out later. Number two, each of my slaves gets this mark on ’em. It means they belong to me. And it’ll make sure ya can’t leave or harm me.” Cash slips on a pair of thick leather gloves, leans over to the furnace in the room, and pulls out a red hot branding iron. Gnat’s eyes go wide with fear as he realizes what’s coming next. Cash says, “Right boys, hold ‘im down.” The two stallions reluctantly obey and hold the boy down. They hold his face down to the cold stone floor and pull up his shirt. The iron is pressed down to the center of his back, the contact making a sickening hiss as fur and flesh alike burn away. The little boy howls in agony as he is permanently disfigured by the searing hot metal. As Cash holds it in place, he begins to recite a chant in Latin, “Adiuro te ad me. Hoc symbolum lacunam inter nos connectit et pontes fecit. Tu nunc meus es, servus.” Green flashes of electricity shoot out from beneath the hot metal as the chanting continues. Once he completes the spell, he slowly lifts the now slightly cooler metal to reveal a runic symbol that glows a sinister emerald green. The glow dies down and the three men back off and allow Gnat to writhe on the floor in pain, trying to clutch at the injury on his back. His sobbing continues as he tries his best to get to his hands and knees. Caseous removes the gloves and puts the iron back in the fire. He then looks down at his newly branded slave and says, “Now… Zap.” The mark on his back burns with a hiss as its glow begins anew, lightning crackles and a low buzz begins. The buzzing gets louder and so does the crackle of lightning. Then electricity shoots through his entire body as pain ricochets from nerve to nerve, causing every muscle to spasm and convulse. Gnat’s screams fill the room, and the two stallions look away, ashamed for being partially responsible for the young cub's pain. Cash rubs a growing bulge in his overalls as he grins down at the colt. The electric buzz and crackle of electricity then die down, not long after it had begun. The young boy pants, relieved that the pain has finally stopped. Caseous knelt down and spoke, “Now, boy, that’s what happens when ya disobey orders or misbehave. So I’d strongly advise you to do as you're told, and be on yur best behavior.” “Yes sir, I-I-I’ll do my best,” He says fighting back tears. “That’s a good pet. Now, number three, the physical examination, so stand up and take your clothes off.” Caseous demands. Gnat is stunned by his command. He rises to his hooves and begs, “Please sir, don’t make me do this, I… I don’t want to.” “You can either do it yur’self, or I can have those two boys over there do it for ya. What’s it gonna be?” The small boy looked back at the two men standing at the door, and then back at his master and said, “I’ll… do it myself, Mr. Elliot.” The bunny nods in response. The colt starts by pulling his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor, it reveals a flat chest and a midriff with a small amount of fat. Next, he undoes the buckle of his belt, tossing that aside as well, after that he removes his pants, leaving him standing awkwardly in his underwear. His owner tells him to remove everything and, with a measurable degree of reluctance, he does so. The loss of his last scrap of clothing unveils his genitals. All three men were expecting a lengthy member and a hefty scrotum, but what they found was a slick, tight, virginal equine cunt. To say Cash is surprised is almost an understatement. Cash looks to the boy and asks, “Thought you were a boy.” “I am sir. I-I was just born with girl parts, sir.” “That so…? Hmmm… ‘right, go on an’ turn around for me.” The young boy obeys, and he turns to face the wall behind him. Cash rubs his large, callused paws over the cub's sides. Thankfully, this isn’t exactly a new feeling to him. His former master and owner used to do this sort of thing on a daily basis, he was a feline and had excellent night vision. He was often called to and locked in a dark room, waiting inside was his master. He’d then proceed to pull off the child's clothing and molest him for hours in pure darkness, all while whispering into his ears. Each time he’d cum at least five times, each orgasm was reached by rubbing his cock between Gnat's thighs, and buttcheeks, or by fucking his face. Cash’s hands then move further southward towards the colt's plump ass, making sure he gives each cheek a thorough groping. He turns the cub around and focuses on Gnat’s chest. His nipples are soft and perky, his chest technically flat, though it does carry a modicum of pudge, enough to be plush and soft. Moving further down once more, he arrives at Gnat’s belly. This holding more weight than his chest, he slowly moves his paw over his pet’s stomach. He takes notice of how soft it is, and how pliable the fat is, it’s almost reminiscent of bread dough. He moves on and reaches, Gnat’s cunny. He uses the middle finger on his right hand to gingerly rub the wet, inviting lips of the child’s pussy. Adding a second finger, he starts to massage the colt's clitoris, making a soft moan slip past his lips. Now through with the ‘examination,’ he strokes his mustache. The older rabbit seems to be thinking about something, the tension is weighing heavily on Gnat, making him more nervous than he already was. After a moment of thought, Caseous speaks.“You, brute,” he points to one of the stallions, “get over here.” The equine walks over to receive further orders, “Force yur cock down his throat.” The stallion has a horrified look on his face, “Wuh-... What?” “You heard me, I want you to take yur big ‘ol dick, force it down the little boy’s throat, and pump a nice, healthy load a yur spunk down his gullet.” “But-But, sir, you can’t ask me to do that-” “Then it’s a good thing I ain’t askin’, I’m tellin’.” “Please, Mr. Elliot, he’s just a kid…” “How ‘bout this,” Cash asks, getting in the equine’s face, “either you do it, or I’ll find someone who will, and I’ll have you castrated and turn ya into a baby-maker, all day, every day, you’ll be fucked by dozens of stallions. All who are more than likely, gonna take their frustration out on ya. Hell, by the end of the day, you’ll ‘prolly be covered head ta hoof in bruises. And if that’s not bad ‘nuff, I’ll personally rape ya and force you ta give birth ta hundreds of my bastard cubs. All of which I won’t even sell, I’ll just give ‘em away. How’s that sound?” He states matter-of-factly. “I… yes sir.” He looks down at Gnat, “I’m so sorry, kid. Juh-Just don’t resist and it’ll be over quicker than you think.” The colt begins to hyperventilate as fear consumes him. Gnat tries running for the door but the stallion grabs hold of his left wrist and pulls him back. He tries to fight against the equine, but it’s of no use, he’s twice as big and strong as him. The older male throws a jab to the child's stomach and he doubles over in pain, coughing, and spitting. The stallion then grabs the child's head, holds his mouth open, and puts the tip inside. He forces Gnat’s head to bob up and down his soft length which is now becoming turgid. He didn’t want to admit it, but, he thoroughly enjoyed how the little boy's throat felt. How the muscles of his throat massage, constrict, and spasm around his cock as he violates the 9-year-old cuntboy before him. The colt tries to push the older male off of him, and in response, the stallion forces in cock down even harder, causing the young boy to choke and gag on the stallion’s 12 inches of horse meat. Gnat starts crying, a heavy flow of tears running down his face, cries muffled by the large cock crammed down his young, tight throat. The little boy can tell his rapist is close to orgasm, his cock throbbing and leaking copious amounts of precum, the salty taste making its presents known in the back of his throat. The equine’s thrusting becomes more violent, rough, and sporadic, and with one final plunge, he slams his cock balls-deep into the young child's throat. Splurts of hot, thick, musky horse spunk shoot down Gnat’s underage throat, a small amount leaking from his nose as he chokes. The loud, wet sounds of gulping can be heard emanating from his once-virgin throat. The well-endowed stallion pulls all 12 inches of his now sensitive cock flesh from Gnat’s mouth. He falls to the floor, clutching his throat, gagging, and coughing up cum. His now uninhibited sobbing resumes. The older equine, Gnat’s rapist, reaches for the boy, wanting to help him stand up, but Gnat smacks his hand away, “Don’t touch me!” Gnat yells. Caseous looks to the stallion, “Good job, now go stand over there and watch.” “Yes, Master Elliot.” He spoke with a morose tone, obeying the rabbit's orders. Caseous proceeds to undo the clasps of his overalls, Gnat’s eyes follow them down as they fall, the pale blue, worn denim now sagging on the floor in a pile. He steps out of his discarded clothing, the only clothing still on his body are his leather, steal-toed work boots, and the socks he wears underneath them. His sexual equipment is quite modest, his uncircumcised penis approximately 6 and a half inches long, throbbing with need in the open air, a bead of precum forming at the tip. Its size is slightly above average for his species. However, his balls are a different story. Each one is roughly twice the size of a cherry tomato, they dangle below him, complementing his dick nicely. He walks over to the disheveled, and now, violated underage boy lying on the floor. Gnat looks up at his owner, “Please sir… Please, please don’t do this. Did I-I-I do something wrong? I-I’ll be-be good, I swear…” the young colt pleaded. “I know you will, and you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, little one. But you need to be taught yur place. I do this to every new slave I buy.” He instructs the other stallion in the room to get him some rope. He receives the rope and ties the colt's hands behind his back. The rope pulled tightly, cutting into Gnat's wrists. The bunny straddles Gnat’s legs as Caseous lines up the tip with the little boy’s pussy, “Ya ever been claimed, boy?” he asks, rubbing the tip against his clit, prompting a moan of pleasure. “C-Claimed, sir?” “Ya’know, claimed?” Gnat’s still confused. “Fucked, anyone ever fuck yur cunt before?” “Oh, Nuh-No, sir.” He responds, still crying. “Good, then I get to be the first,” stated Cash with a smirk. “Please sir, duh-don’t… I don’t want this.” “Well then I suppose it’s a good thing it doesn’t matter what ya want. It only matters what I want.” He pulls his hips back and rams his cock inside Gnat's now-deflowered twat. His eyes go wide and a loud shriek erupts from his throat. He thrashes on the ground, trying his best to buck off the older male. And, of course, this doesn’t work and earns him a swift punch to the side. “Shut yur fuckin’ mouth, faggot! I’m gettin’ tired of yur screamin’.” Caseous holds his head down against the cold, stone floor. Gnat grunts in discomfort each time his master bottoms out. He knows, from watching his old master do it, that sex is supposed to feel good. But this… this just hurts, and on top of being in pain, he feels violated, the sickening wet plapping sounds that emanate from behind him as his rapist gains a steady rhythm are unbearable. At least to him, but to Cash, however, it’s quite possibly his favorite sound on Earth, especially when it’s coupled with the soft sound of crying children. But worst of all, is how completely, and utterly humiliated Gnat feels. He’s been branded, electrocuted, forced to strip, beaten, molested, and now raped. Why, he can’t fathom why someone would treat another person like this. And why him, he’s a good person, he never hurt or killed anyone, he’s never stolen anything before, and he’s most certainly never forced himself on other people. Caseous continues to thrust in and out of his slave’s bleeding cunt, and he continues to do so for at least five more minutes. He can feel the pressure in his loins begin to build, he’s close. He presses his body into the cub’s own, transitioning to the speed bump position. He’s able to get a little deeper, now he can feel his tip kissing the tightly sealed entrance to Gnat's cervix, forcing louder sobs from the child that lies helplessly underneath him. Cash is now right on the edge of an orgasm. His hips break from the rhythm, his movements now sporadic like the stallion before him. “Goddamn it, boy. Yur so… fuckin’ tight… I’m-I’m guh-gonna knock yur pretty ass up!” states Gnat’s owner. “Wha-What does that mean?” asks the confused colt. “It means Imma shoot my spunk in yur cunny and get you pregnant, you dumb faggot.” Gnat doesn’t say anything, his only response, the only one he's capable of giving is more crying. Is this his life now, reduced to nothing but a receptacle for men to blow their loads into, his only purpose being the provision of relief to men, and giving birth to foals, only for his children to be sold? The wet plap of cub pussy was getting faster, and sure enough, Caseous gave one final, hard thrust, pushing the head of his cock into the child's womb. Following a groan of ecstasy, his virile seed gushes from the tip, filling him up to the brim. Gnat can feel each spurt of rabbit cum enter into his cervix, it’s more than warm. In fact, it’s almost hot. After letting his orgasm die down, he pulls out, and he watches as a mixture of bunny spunk and blood leak out and pool onto the floor. And with a satisfied smirk, he stands up, “That was fantastic, kiddo. Think I’ll make you one of the pleasure slaves for the workers, they could use a fresh hole ta fuck.” Cash says putting his overalls back on. “You two fags get ‘im cleaned up and get ‘im over to the brothel barracks,” Brothel barracks being the name he uses to refer to lodging given specifically to the unfortunate souls in his possession that he forces to become sex slaves. “Got it?” “Yes sir.” the two stallions respond in unison. The End