4 comments/ 157098 views/ 12 favorites Life On The Farm By: icemania Liz took another big swig of her chilled wine as she watched the action in front of her. Carla, her forty four year old sister was facing her on hands and knees grunting in pleasure. Her sister's blonde hair was plastered to her face and shoulders with all the sweat that was dripping off her on this sultry hot summer afternoon, while her gigantic round tits were bouncing forwards and backwards due to her frenetic movements. The cause of all this grunting and jiggling was Michael, Carla's twenty year old son who was at that moment kneeling behind her very ample ass and driving his ten inch schlong up his own mother's squelching cunt like there was no tomorrow. "Unngh......yeah.....harder..... HARDER...... Michael...... Oooooh Yeah.....That's it......shove that motherfuckin' cock up my pussy boy..." Liz shifted her gaze to Michael. Her nephew she had to admit was a stud. Bulging muscles and a tight flat stomach from years of toiling on the farm were rippling furiously as Michael increased his tempo to satisfy his incestuous cock hungry mother. Gripping Carla's big fleshy white buttocks even harder he began slamming in and out of her dripping pussy with reckless abandon. His long auburn hair was so wet with sweat that he looked like he had just come out of a shower. The wine and the wild fucking taking place before her, was turning her on incredibly. Of course that could also be attributed to the dark haired youth who was kneeling between her spread legs and sliding two fingers in and out of her own pussy while loudly slurping on her clitoris at the same time. Damien was Michael's twin and looked like a carbon copy of his brother except for the fact that he had jet black hair instead of his brother's auburn. In every other way they were identical. Well not every other way thought Liz to herself. Damien's cock was about an inch shorter but much thicker and more thickly veined than his brother. And like his grunting brother knew how to use it very well after years of practice. Both sisters had been widowed about fours back when their husbands died in a car crash and the resulting incest had been unavoidable for the two sexually hungry women, who were already more than intimate with each other. Especially since their two farms were out in the middle of nowhere. The fact that their sons and daughters were such studs with sexual appetites to match theirs hadn't helped either. It had started one thanksgiving dinner roughly two years back, when Carla had given Michael a wet sloppy kiss after one drink too many. No-one had slept that night and it had come out in the course of that fateful night that Carla's two boys along with her own son Carl, had already been fucking her daughter Libby for a while now. Not only that, but they also knew that their respective mother's had been fucking each other on the sly even when they had been married and had on occasion spied on them while they were pleasuring each other. To the amazement of the two sisters, they learned that one time Libby had even blown all three while they watched their mothers fuck in the barn through a large peephole. The two sisters also discovered that all four children had been dying to have sex with them just like they had been fantasizing about the kids in turn. With everybody's secret out in the open, all the shackles of taboo had been broken and thereafter they reveled in their incestual relationships and been reaching new levels of sexual gratification. Just then Damien thrust a third finger into her twat she too groaned as a ripple of pleasure coursed through her. "Like that aunt liz?" "ummm....Oh yes boy........I'm loving every second of it" Encouraged by her vote of approval Damien added a fourth finger to join the ones already shagging her well lubricated pussy. "Ummm....that feels so good......" Taking another sip of her wine, she tipped the glass slightly between her own fleshy boobs and watched as it trickled down between the fleshy valley between her 40DD tits and made its way to her pussy. She let out a squeal of delight as the cold red wine touched her hot clit. Damien licked it all up using very slow deliberate movements causing her to shiver even more in pleasure. Her pussy was so wet by now that every thrust of his fingers produced a loud squelch. She was getting hornier by the minute and used her free hand to ground her fleshy tits. She pulled hard on her massive pink nipple and felt such a jolt of electricity run through her that she threw her head back and nearly dropped the wine glass. Then holding her breast in one hand she addressed her busy nephew. "Damien.....would you like some wine darling..." So saying she grinned mischievously and poured a little of the red liquid over her erect nipple. Damien's eyes lit up and without replying reached up and swallowed the whole nipple into his mouth. Damien always had a thing for breasts as far back as anyone could remember. He had always been fascinated by breasts especially large ones like those of his mother and aunt and would never pass up a chance for some quality breast suckling. "Ohhhh...yes.....suck that tit baby.....swallow it whole.....eat it up.....its all yours..." Liz moaned out loud in ecstasy. Her sister meanwhile was screaming like a bitch in heat. The force of Micheal's ploughing cock had driven her head to the carpet and her huge tits were mashed beneath her. Her ass however was pushing back onto her son's cock, greedily tyring to suck in every last millimeter. "That's it Michael. I'm gonna cummmmm......oohhhh.....Rape that motherfuckin' ass baby. Do me like that whore you fucked last week.....like a fuckin's slut.....c'mon hurt my incestuous ass. Fill me up with your hot seed......" Driven by raw animal instinct, Micheal's eyes lit up with crazed lust and grabbing a fistful of his mother's wet blonde hair he began to ride her like a horse at the rodeo. With his other hand he began slapping her fleshy ass leaving angry red weals on them. "Aaaaaaahhhhh.....yes......hurt my slutty ass......ride me like a fuckin bronco.....ohhhhhh my gooooooodddddd.....I'm gonna cummmmm." Hearing all that nasty talk and seeing the debauchery before her eyes inflamed Liz as well. Grabbing a fistful of Damien's hair she pressed his face between her sweaty boobs indicating that he should maul them as hard as he could. Then she mumbled out in a hoarse whisper, "Now put it all in. Shove that big hand of yours into my juicy pussy boy. I need to feel that fist pumping inside of me!" She felt his finger slide in and the slow push of her nephew's knuckles. "Shove it in. Shove it all the way in!" With a rough push Damien inserted his whole fist into his aunt's convulsing pussy, causing Liz to let out a guttural yell. Dropping the wine glass on the sofa, she used her other hand to guide Damien's fist. Her pussy was spasming uncontrollably around the huge fist pistoning into her pussy. She was so wet that his whole wrist had disappeared inside her stretched out cunt and her pussy was attempting to suck more of him inside. She looked down and the sight of that powerful hand inserted inside of her caused her go over the edge. Arching her back so that even more of her breast was mashed into Damien's slobbering mouth she yelled out loud. "Yessss......fuck..... ohhmigodddd......fuck that pussy..... fist it boy..... aaaaahhhhhh..... I'm gonnnnaaa cum....... oh this never felt so good.......yeahhh like that..... bite my nipple you bastard.....aaaaahhhhhhfuckk..... fuck....fuuuck.... FUUUUUUCCKKKK I'm CUMMINGGGGG!!" The orgasm Liz experienced was so overpowering that she nearly passed out and it was a long time before she came back to earth. Looking down at Damien over her sweaty heaving breasts she smiled enjoying the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm. Just then they heard a car come up the gravelly driveway followed by a woman screaming "We're home." It was her daughter Libby who had gone to the city that morning with her son Carl. Looking down at her panting sister who was still lying on the carpet, with her son's still rigid and glistening member slowly emerging from her sopping pussy, she grinned and said, "Looks like its going be a long afternoon." Life on the Farm In the fall of this year both my girlfriend and I lost our jobs at a car dealership that went bankrupt. After spending several weeks in a futile effort to find employment and under pressure to pay back rent, I agreed to go with her to live with her sister until we could get back on our feet financially. Her sister, Debra, it turned out was a country madam. Debra had a farm in a rural area not too far from a large city. Debra had built up a thriving bordello in the spacious "farmhouse" that had originally been built by gentry from the nearby city. Debra explained that she had an agreement with the local sheriff that he and his deputies would tolerate her operation in exchange for a monthly fee and free services. The sheriff insisted that the operation should not cater to locals and that a suitable "cover" for the operation be devised. Thus, the "farm" became a private "retreat" for urban "entrepreneurs." Debra had assigned Alice and I to a nice large room and we started settling in to our new surroundings. During the first few days we kept a low profile during "business" hours. Most of the time I was the only male in the house with the exception of customers in the evenings and on weekends. During non-business hours, I began to get to know the women who worked and lived at the farm. I must admit that it felt a bit strange to be the only male in a group of women who frequently talked about their "work" amongst themselves when "off" duty. I think they deliberately tried to embarrass me with some of their talk just for the fun of it. After we had been there for about a week, Alice informed me that she had talked with Debra and planned to go to "work" for her sister. I was not wild about the thought of my girlfriend becoming a hooker, even if it was in her sister's bordello. However, she pointed out that we needed to "earn" our keep and this was a quick way to raise the money that we needed to get a new start. I reluctantly agreed to the logic of her argument and the recognition that she was a free agent and didn't need my permission to begin with. Alice went to work and began pulling in a nice income. I found myself alone and sitting around in our room in the evenings and on weekends with little to do while Alice was busy at work in other parts of the house. Needless to say, I wasn't getting much sexual action from Alice and felt frustrated and a bit angry at her apparent satisfaction with and enjoyment of her new occupation. One afternoon, Debra and Alice drove into the city to do some shopping and I was left with the "girls." Being socially isolated much of the time, I always took any opportunity to join them during their afternoon get together where they listened to music, drank wine and socialized. On this particular occasion, the conversation focused on cosmetics and they began asking me for my opinion. I truly expressed my belief that they all did a great job with their makeup and could probably get work as makeup specialists. One of the women, Mari, suggested that someone go get a makeup kit and they could do a demonstration for me. Mari soon had a makeup kit and suggested that the best demonstration would be to show what they could do with me. At first I resisted the idea but soon gave in to their pleading to be a good sport. Mari got a chair and put it in the middle of the floor and had me sit in it. The five women gathered around and started discussing possible approaches to making up my face. The first task was to get rid of my sparse facial hair and cleanse my skin. They then went to work beginning with my eyebrows. They then laid down a coat of foundation followed by work on my eyes. They groomed my eyelashes, applied eyeliner and then eye shadow. There was some discussion about the right shade of lipstick before the job was finished. Shortly, they stood back and admired their handiwork. Mari got a mirror and brought it over for me to have a look. I was amazed when I looked at the beautiful feminine face that was reflected in the mirror. The ladies in the meantime were whispering amongst themselves and giggling. Mari came over and took the mirror from my hand and said that the group had a new proposal. Their proposal was to finish the job. They said that the facial had gone so well and that given my small stature and slight build they felt certain they could fully transform my appearance beyond recognition. Again I was reluctant to agree but the ladies were very persuasive and as they said it would just be for fun and no one would ever know except us. While this discussion was going on, Mari was standing behind me and I could feel her warm hands running over my shoulders and down over my chest which was very arousing and weakened my will. I finally agreed to go along so they could have some fun. Mari and I were very close in size and everyone agreed that her wardrobe would best serve the purpose. We took the wine and left the common room for Mari's private room. Once we were in Mari's room the women began to undress me, which was very arousing. By the time they had me stripped, I had the hard of my life on and was in an almost total body blush, which the women found amusing. While a couple of the women began sorting through Mari's clothes two others began working on removing all of my body hair. As soon as I was shorn of all my body hair one of the ladies came over with some pretty pink panties with embroidery on them. She asked the other women if they didn't think that I'd look sexy in the panties and they agreed. However, at this point Mari objected to them putting the panties on me because she didn't want them stretched out by my rigid pole that still stood at attention. Mari also pointed out that it would look ridiculous and not at all like the effect they were trying to achieve. Mari suggested a plan and soon the group of women formed a semicircle around me. Each lady in turn reached out and grasped my erect cock and squeezed it until it almost hurt then she would stroke it a couple of times and relinquish it to the next lady. By the time the last lady had a grasp on me, I was ready to explode, which I'm sure was apparent to all of them. Mari handed me a washcloth and told me not to make a mess on her floor. I just had time bring the washcloth into position before my cock exploded and began spewing cum in large quantities into the washcloth. I could hear the women giggling as I reflexively thrust my cock into the washcloth while barely being able to hold myself up. After I had completely drained the product of my balls, I wiped myself with an unsoiled part of the washcloth. Mari came over and took the washcloth and applied a sudden sharp slap to the head of my cock. This maneuver hastened its return to a flaccid state. One of the ladies brought over a modified Kotex strap and pad and explained that this would restrain me if I became aroused again as well as soak up any leaking fluids. I was then instructed to put the device on and a couple of the ladies made adjustments to it until they were satisfied. I was then instructed to put on the panties. Putting on a pair of panties with a group of beautiful women looking on in amusement was both embarrassing and arousing. I could feel my cock starting to respond but alas it could not assert itself having been expertly subdued by the device created by the ladies. From there the women went to work and soon had me fully clothed in a padded bra that matched the panties, then a garter belt and hose, next a slip was placed over my head. The feel of the slip sliding across my skin and my panties was very erotic. Shortly, they had me completely dressed, had added a wig and finally put me in high heel shoes. One of the women led me over to a full-length mirror on Mari's closet door. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was amazed at how feminine I looked and my reflection in the mirror quickly began to draw out whatever femininity resided in my personality. I felt pretty and sexy. The women now said that I needed to be trained to walk in the high heels so that I didn't fall down and injure myself. We began with just walking about in Mari's room. When I reached a point where I was steady on the shoes, the women began giving me pointers about how to carry myself and move as I walked about. Next came some instruction on how to primly sit down and position myself in a chair as well as a few adjustments that could be made if I wanted a sexier look, which I didn't feel any need for but was enlightened nonetheless. With the transformation complete and the instruction in the basics of movement finished, the ladies suggested that I practice going down the stairs in the high heels and in the process we would return to the common room and resume our social. I negotiated the stairs without difficulty and felt proud of my accomplishment and the approval from the group accompanying me back to the common room. We selected some music and resumed drinking wine and talking. In no time I truly felt like one of the "girls" and they accepted me as such. Late in the afternoon, Debra and Alice returned and walked into the foyer adjoining the common room. They were loaded down with packages from their shopping trip and came in to show off their purchases. We all gathered around as they opened one package after another displaying various articles of apparel about which we all made approving comments. I was secretly amused that neither Debra nor Alice had recognized me in my "costume." However, once the show and tell wound down Debra recognized that there was an extra in the group whom she did not recognize as one of her ladies. She looked me over carefully and approvingly and asked the giggling women about the visitor. Alice was still clueless though she stood only a few feet away from me and had looked me over carefully. The women excitedly explained about their afternoon recreation. Upon learning that the new girl was actually I, Debra gave me a long appraising look. She then told Alice that it looked like that maybe I didn't have to be useless baggage after all. She said that she had been thinking of taking on a hostess to replace herself as the greeter for clients when they arrived. She told Alice that it seemed to her that I would be perfect for this role and could thereby make a contribution to the operation. Debra asked the group what name I had been given, which was one item that we had not dealt with. They soon agreed that since my name was Ron that Ronnie should work just fine. This is how I came to be Ronnie the greeter and placement hostess in a bordello. I was not overly enthusiastic about taking on this job but had to admit that it appeared to be something that I could do and I wouldn't have to feel like a deadbeat any longer. Thus, I settled in to my new role and became just one of the girls. I rapidly built up my own wardrobe and developed some skill with cosmetics and fashion. I soon stopped bothering with dressing as a male even when out with the ladies on various excursions and passed with flying colors. Several months after my transformation and employment at the farm, a night I shall never forget occurred. One Saturday night we were exceptionally busy and all the girls were with clients and had clients backed up in the bar waiting for their turn. Debra came rushing up to my station in the foyer and took me by the hand and told me to come with her that she had a special job for me. She led me into one of the back rooms that I knew was reserved for "police" business. There I saw two young sheriff's deputies with big grins on their faces and bulging cocks in their trousers. Debra said, "I only have Ronnie here who has never sucked a cock, as far as I know, but I believe she'll try really hard to satisfy you gentlemen." With that she released my hand and left the room closing the door behind her. I just stood there in shock as the deputies leered at me. After a minute they took off their gun belts and started stripping off their shoes and pants. I turned and started for the door. Before I could reach the door one of the deputies caught up with me and grasped me by the upper arm. He turned me back away from the door and said, "Don't be bashful Sweet-lips. We're on duty and in a bit of a hurry, which is why we only have time for a blowjob. By the way, you can call me Jack whenever you mouth isn't stuffed." The other deputy laughed and chimed in, "We just need a little recreation before we spend Saturday night patrolling and you can call me Dick." While he was telling me this Jack was rubbing my ass with his hand. The feel of the skirt and the slip beneath it sliding across my panty-clad buttocks added to my feelings of being firmly in the grasp of this man that I found in a strange way to actually be exciting. Jack gave me a smile and said, "Relax Ronnie and enjoy your first time. You're in good hands as me and Dick have lots of experience." He then gave me a serious look and said, "You know the continued operation of the farm depends on your doing a good job. If we aren't satisfied we will be back as part of a vice raid. We will shut down this operation and throw the bunch of you in the slammer. Do we understand one another?" I knew that Debra's business was at stake here and Alice and I could end up in jail instead of on our way to financial recovery. It was also apparent that I couldn't get out of this room, if the deputies didn't want me to leave. I felt trapped and completely at the mercy of these two well built young deputies. Softly, I said, "Yes, I understand." The two deputies bracketed me between them and started running their hands over my body. I could feel their rigid cocks pressing urgently into my body. One of the deputies reached over and pushed me to the floor. Once on my knees, I was faced with two rigid cocks with gleaming pre-cum on their tips. They were obviously primed and ready for action and they were looking to me to provide that action. One of them cupped my face in his hands and thrust his cock against my lips. As he pressed the hot sticky head to my lips something in me gave way and I was reconciled to sucking off these two deputies. I gave in and opened up and let the deputy push his cock into my mouth. As he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth I heard him say to his partner, "Sweet-lips here won't a virgin cock sucker much longer." I began to work on the hot throbbing cock in my mouth. I remembered the things that I liked Alice to do when she sucked my cock. I sucked the cock hard squeezing it with my mouth. I then let it slide part way out of my mouth so that I could work on the head with my tongue. I rolled my tongue around the soft plump head and felt and tasted the cock's pre-cum oozing out onto my tongue. The deputy grasped my face between his hands again and began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as I tried to hold on to the hot shaft with my lips. Dick who was just watching at this point said, "Go Jack, go baby, hump that bitch. Show her what it feels like to deep throat a cock. Fill her up with ball juice." Jack responded by thrusting harder and deeper. All I could do was open wide and take the pounding cock meat down my throat. Finally, with one final thrust Jack lodged his cock so deep in my throat that I could feel his pubic hairs brushing my lips. I was almost in a panic because I couldn't breathe. As the deputy held my head firmly in place his hot rigid cock began to convulse and I could hear him groan as I felt wave after wave of his thick cum erupt from the head of his cock and slide down my throat. Just as I thought I was going to suffocate, the deputy pulled back and his cock popped as it cleared my lips, which reflexively were still tightly grasping the shaft. A long strand of cum stretched between my lips and the tip of his pole. Dick whooped out, "Man, you had Sweet-lips' throat fully packed with cock meat. I could actually see her throat twitch when your cock started unloading. Shit man, you were so deep she got pubic hair stuck in her teeth." I could feel myself blush as Dick gave his descriptive summary of my submission to Jack's need. My hand instinctively went to my lips in search of Jack's pubic hairs and broke the strand of cum between my mouth and Jack's still rigid pole. Jack looked down into my eyes and his face reflected contentment. He whispered, "Lick that dick clean girl. Get every bit of the goodie off that bad boy." I complied and licked cum off the head of his cock and Jack milked the shaft and squeezed the last globs of cum from the cock for me to lick up before they could dribble to the floor. Dick who had been watching the initiation exclaimed, "Sweet-lips is no virgin cocksucker now. Move over Jack and let me get in there for some "professional" cock sucking." Dick pushed Jack aside and took his place in front of my face. Dick laughed and said, "Suck Dick's dick Sweet-lips." By this point, I was highly aroused myself and could feel my own cock pushing against its restraints. I eagerly took the second cock into my mouth and began sucking and tonguing it. The cock felt hard as steel in my mouth and was radiating heat. Dick was too far-gone to face fuck me like his partner. I grasped the base of his cock wrapping my hand around the shaft and began bobbing my head up and down on the rest of the cock. I could feel his excitement as his cock slid back and forth between my lips and my excitement mounted as well. After several strokes, I felt him tensing up and prepared for his climax, which soon arrived. Dick's throbbing cock began to gush huge globs of hot sticky cum into my mouth. Jack's spunk had all gone straight into and down my throat. This time I got a mouth full of the thick warm creamy cum. At about the same time I felt my own cock convulse and attempt to spew a load into my panties. My orgasm was so intense I thought I would pass out. Dick pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and told me, "Suck me dry Sweet-lips then lick me clean." It took two big gulps to get all his cum down my throat. I then grasped his cock and began milking it like I'd seen Jack do with his cock. As the remaining sperm came sliding out of Dick's cock I took the head in my mouth and moved the sperm along by sucking his cock like a straw. This nearly drove Dick wild and I had to slack off a little. Jack handed me a handkerchief and said, "Here wipe the rest of the juice off your face before you go back out in public." He then said to Dick, "Man I have never seen a woman have an orgasm just from giving head. She must be one hot piece." While I was wiping my face, the deputies had put their clothes on and were in the process of putting their gun belts back on. Just as they were ready to leave the door opened and Debra and Alice came in to the room. Jack said, "Ronnie just gave us the best blow jobs we've ever had here. She's got a real talent." Dick then chimed in saying, "We'll be back to see Ronnie again. Hell, we may have to let some friends in on this." Debra turned to me and said, "Ronnie, I'm really pleased that you were able to satisfy the deputies so well. I was confident that you could do this little job for me and the for the good of the Farm." She then turned to Alice and told her, "I watched the whole thing on a monitor in my office and Ronnie really does have a talent for sucking cock." Alice smiled and replied, "I always knew Ronnie would find a niche here at the farm." Debra said, "Ronnie it looks like you now have two jobs. You will continue to be the hostess but can also pull extra duty giving blowjobs to special clients like the sheriff and his deputies. Of course, there will be extra money given your expanded role and some of the clients tip really well after getting great head." The next day during the afternoon get together by all the ladies I was mortified and humiliated when Debra opened up a cabinet that contained a large plasma screen TV and began to play back my initiation as a cocksucker, which she had apparently recorded with hidden cameras in the room reserved for law enforcement officers. The women shrieked with delight at the sight of me going down on the deputies. They kept calling out things like "you go girl" and clapping their hands. There was a lot of giggling and glances in my direction as they watched the recording of me cleaning up the spent cocks. After the recording ended, they all gathered around and offered experiences of their own along with tips for handling future business. All of them gave me hugs and kisses on the cheek and I felt completely accepted by them and fully integrated into their little "sorority." Life on the Farm That is the full story of how a recession drove me from my job as an auto finance agent into a career as a cross dresser, hostess and fellatio specialist in a country bordello. Life on the Farm In the dark and the still of the night, I awoke with my breasts so engorged I thought they'd explode. The top three buttons at the bodice of my nightgown were gone, I hadn't even heard them pop off. I sat up and let out a sound that was part-yelp, part-wail. Presently, Daddy came in from the Master suite to see what all the bleating was about. "Well look at you, my Pet," he said, smiling appreciatively at me, "it seems you've much to give." He took the MILKING MACHINE, which was actually a hospital grade double-breast pump, and, unbuttoning the rest of my bodice, attached it to my engorged breasts. He turned it up to full throttle and soon it began to make a proper humming noise. Milk poured out both my nipples and into the collection cups. "Thank you, Daddy," I sighed happily as the milk flowed out from my breasts, "I really needed this." And I did, such full, engorged breasts made it impossible to sleep, as they were hurting my back. But Daddy knew what I needed, he knew just what to do. After an hour of pumping out milk, my back felt better and I was yawning sleepily. "Delicious as ever, Pet," Daddy said, tasting my milk, "I'm a go put this in the fridge and then I'll be back to give my best girl a treat, OK." "OK," I nodded sleepily. I was already half in dreamland when he returned, but I dutifully replied when Daddy bade me turn over, on my hands and knees. "Yes, Daddy," I mumbled, not even all the way awake. I felt his thickness inside me and suddenly I was wide awake, electrified as though he'd shoved a lightning rod instead of just his member, into me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah, Daddy," I moaned, "ohhhhhh, that's it, that's the spot." "You are my best girl," he whispered, his voice thick in my ear, "the one I absolutely had to have" I knew this to be true, for though Daddy had other Pets, his life hadn't been complete until there was me. I felt him pull out of me and then climax on my back...it was not his intent to breed me at this time, so he didn't climax inside me. But just the same I was glad to have him climax on me, to feel his essence on my body and know I belong to him. "Now be good and sleep," he said, after he'd finished and was putting on his shorts. I rolled over and slept, clutching a stuffed bunny I called thumper. Not only did I sleep, I slept the satisfied, dreamless sleep of one who has no worries & no responsibilities. Come morning. I heard The Wrangler making her way down the dormitory hall. The Wrangler could've been Angelina Jolie's long lost twin...seriously, Brad Pitt would've had trouble telling the two apart. Anyway, she got her nickname "The Wrangler" because she always wore Wrangler jeans that fitted her like a second skin. The Wrangler was also the only female on the place that was NOT one of Daddy's pets. She was the only person, other than Daddy himself, who was permitted on the dormitory. Her job was to see that all the pets got up in the morning, that they were fed, bathed, groomed, that whoever needed a milking got it, that any pet who was pregnant got enough to eat, that the babies were fed. Basically The Wrangler was the assistant manager here at the farm. Right now there were three of us hucows here at the farm. At thirty-six, I'm the eldest. I've been here the longest...I've even been here longer than The Wrangler and her damn jeans. It's because I'm over 35 years old that Daddy's not breeding me, not himself nor with any of the bulls from the neighboring stud farms. Megyn is twenty-four, she's currently pregnant, and I mean HEAVILY pregnant, with twins sired by Big Angus, the gorgeous bull from nearby Scott Thorson's farm. Angelique is the new girl, she's only nineteen, been here three weeks. Doe-eyed and heavy-breasted, I just know Daddy's going to breed her soon. Daddy himself is a fifty-seven year old German-American man. His given name is Christopher Gunderson, another German-American. But none of us here on the farm call him that. Not even The Wrangler. She calls him "Boss" or "Mr. Gunderson". I've no idea who or what Daddy had been in the outside world, but he'd bought this piece of land on which the farm sat shortly before I arrived. The way I understood it, or the way he'd made me to understand, Daddy didn't much LIKE the modern world. The women's movement especially, he didn't particularly care for. What with women wanting to have careers & either having fewer children or flat out not having children. It was upsetting the natural order, Daddy said. And Daddy likes the natural order. Likes to see a woman big with child, or breast feeding. But what am I doing...I haven't even told you MY name, you must think me downright rude by now. My name is Mia. Like I said, I'm thirty-six, and I've been on the farm the longest. I admit I didn't dream of growing up to be a hucow when I was a little girl. I actually grew up downstate, in New York City, if you can believe that. Came upstate to go to college at SUNY (State University of New York) Binghamton at eighteen, only I didn't do so good. By the time I was nineteen, I had myself a booze habit to rival that of an Irish dockworker, I'd flunked out of school, I certainly was NOT going to go home and admit that I was such an abject failure, I shacked up with a boyfriend for awhile, but he threw me out one night, & all I remember is drunkenly stumbling into a field where I must've passed out. I awoke from that stupor in what appeared to be some sort of medical-looking room. Two men, one in plaid shirt, the other in doctor's white coat, were standing over me. What in the FUCK had happened. "Good afternoon, Miss," the man in the white coat said, "do you know where you are?" I shook my head. "D'you remember last night?" the guy in the overalls asked. "Bits and pieces," I said, "who are the two of you." "I'm Dr. Hughes," the man in the white coat said, "and this here," he gestured towards the other man, "is Mr. Gunderson. You're in a room on Mr. Gunderson's farm." "You were pretty drunk last night," Mr. Gunderson said. "I'm sorry, Sir," I said, attempting to sit up, "if I damaged your home or your property in any way, I'll make it right-" "No damage done," he said, "and I'd advise you not to sit up just yet, little missy. I found you passed out in a field & I brought you inside. Called Dr. Hughes here." "Well, as much as I appreciate that, I'm fine. Have the hangover from hell, but I'm fine otherwise." "You are far from fine," Dr. Hughes chimed in, "for one thing you're an alcoholic." "Binge drinker," I corrected him, "although you'd probably tell me it's the same difference." "I'm telling you, as a medical doctor, that it is in your unborn child's best interest that you get sober IMMEDIATELY," he said, "do you know what fetal alcohol syndrome is?" "Wait, what? My unborn what?" "You're nine weeks pregnant," the doctor said, "didn't you think something was odd when you missed your monthly period?" "Wow," I said, suddenly grateful that I hadn't sat up, because the news that I was pregnant would have knocked me out like a punch in the face. "I've really been oblivious lately." "Well," Dr. Hughes said, "I have another patient to see, but I'll be back here early this evening." With that, he collected his doctor bag and showed himself out. "Well," I said to Mr. Gunderson, who remained, "I guess I'd better get out of your hair. You've probably got things to do yourself." "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Excuse me?" "I asked you where you'll go when you 'get out of my hair'? See, when I found you, I took a look through your purse, to see if you had any ID. I saw you had an ID from SUNY Binghamton, so I called the university...they said you no longer attend, having flunked out last term. So I asked if they had a home address for you, I figured I'd do the right thing and take you home, but the Registrar's office gave me some guy's apartment, said you left that as a forwarding address when you moved out of the dorm." "Richie," I nodded, "my boyfriend...well, he was, until last night. He kicked me out." "That's what he said when I called him. That and no, he did not wish to have you returned to him. Only he didn't use such polite language." "Yeah, that sounds like him," I concurred. "And I'm guessin' you don't wanna go home to your Mom and Pop, wherever they are," he continued, "girl in your situation, flunked out of school, drinking problem, pregnant to boot, you ain't lookin' to run home and let them see all you've accomplished." "So what, you running a hotel, Mr. Gunderson?" "A FARM," he insisted, "my land, my property. I own it free and clear. I can invite someone to stay on, if I so choose." "I got a baby in my belly and no rent money." "You hear me ask you for any RENT MONEY?" he gave me a stern look. "No, Sir." "That's because I don't want any rent money." "So what do you want?" I asked the question, half-scared to hear the answer. "I want you to get clean and sober. I want you to keep your baby, carry him or her full term and have it. Breast feed it too." "Whoa," I said, "you found me passed out in a field...I ended up there because I'd made a complete mess of my life up to that point. What makes you think I can raise a baby, even if my body is physically capable of having one?" "I'm not asking you to do it alone, girl. I'm here too. I want you to call me Daddy, think of me as the One who's here to take care of you. You need something, and I'll get it for you. I promise to never leave you." "Can I think about all this? Or must I answer right now?" "Of course you can think about it." he laughed, "I don't expect you to know right now. But," he said, placing a black leather collar around my neck, "I'd like you to wear this. It's a Collar of consideration, it reflects that you are considering entering into an arrangement that I have proposed, one in which we will belong to each other, as Daddy and Pet." I let him put the Collar around my neck, I didn't know what to make of it. It didn't pull or strangle me or anything. "I'll let you rest now," he said. He walked out & I cried myself to sleep. But eventually I woke up. By the time I woke up, the room was pitch dark. I turned on a lamp to see what was what. Beside the lamp there was a pitcher of water & a note that read: YOU NEED TO DRINK PLENTY OF WATER TO FLUSH THE TOXINS OUT OF YOUR BODY. That note was, of course, signed Dr. Hughes. So I poured myself some water, drank it, and realized I was suddenly very hungry. I got up, glass of water in hand, and figured if "Daddy" wanted me to stay here at the farm, he wouldn't object to me leaving the medical room. I stepped out of the room and into a hallway. With no clue where I was or where the hallway even led, I called out, "Hello, is anyone there?" "I'm here," Daddy's voice came from somewhere to the left. He came towards me. "Good, you're up." He put his arm around my shoulders. "D'you feel like eating?" I nodded. "Great," he said, "let's get you in the kitchen, I'll fry up some steak." "What time is it?" I asked as he led me to the kitchen and helped me into a kitchen chair. "Oh, it's about seven-thirty," he said, "you set there and I'll fry you up a nice piece of steak, OK." "Sounds good," I smiled. He really wasn't such a bad guy. Richie had never fixed me anything to eat. And the steak was tasty, I had to admit that. "Daddy," I asked him in between bites, "if I do stay, "do I have to stay in that room I woke up in?" "Course not," he smiled, "that room's only for when Dr. Hughes examines you. You can stay in one of the rooms upstairs. In fact," he said, his eyes alight," you can pick which room." "OK," I said, "after dinner we'll go upstairs and I'll pick one." I smiled. And I'd been expecting him to tell me he wanted me to stay up in HIS bedroom. After dinner I went to start up the stairs. "Oh, no you don't," he said, "let me." And before I knew what was going on, he lifted me up as though I were a feather and carried me up the stairs, "you don't walk up and down stairs in your condition," he told me. He put me down when we got to the top of the stairs, but took hold of my hand. The first room at the top of the stairs was the Master suite, his bedroom and bathroom. It was very much a man's bedroom, what with its dark wood furniture. There were seven other bedrooms. At the time, I wondered WHY a solitary man needed so many rooms, but now it makes perfect sense. I looked in all the rooms...they were pretty much the same, all furnished with double beds and dressers done in cherry wood. I chose the one with the best view of the field. This would be my room, although I didn't know then that I would spend forever here. During the months my belly grew, Daddy taught me why he'd bought that piece of land and started the farm in the first place. He told me how important it was that I was growing a baby in me, how much he loved my growing belly, big with new life. He came to my room a lot those months, but he never actually entered me. He said that for him to do that when I was carrying might hurt the baby. He mostly massaged my breasts, my burgeoning belly, when I got into the third trimester I started asking him to rub my feet. He really did take care of everything. The food was bought and cooked without me having to leave the house...some days I didn't leave my room. The bills were paid. I had clothes. Dr. Hughes made regular visits to the house. When he came, Daddy brought me to that medical room on the first floor. When I was seven months along, I told Daddy I'd made up my mind...I wanted to stay there forever, to never leave. More than that, I felt like I belonged there. I got sober on that place. Daddy had been taking care of me, feeding me, He'd been paying for my prenatal care without ever once mentioning that the baby in my belly had been put there by another man. So I told him, I told him one night while he was rubbing my belly. "Daddy," I said, "Daddy I wanna stay here forever with you. Raise my baby here." "Our baby," he corrected me, "and it gives me such joy to hear you say that. We'll have the ceremony at the weekend, OK?" "OK," I said, not at all sure what sort of ceremony to expect. The following Sunday, a man called Scott Thorson showed up, dressed in a suit. Mr. Thorson, though I'd never seen him before, lived two miles away, on the next farm. That was a stud farm. Daddy explained that Mr. Thorson would be the celebrant of our ceremony. I wore a lovely white empire waist dress that showed off my baby bump, and a flower crown. Daddy wore his best suit. It was a beautiful ceremony. Not a legal wedding, or at least I don't think. Mr. Thorson pronounced us "Master and Slave" rather than "Man and Wife". Oh I know, SLAVE makes it sound like I was out in the field picking cotton or something, but in reality I hardly ever got out of bed. It's just a word, and Daddy calls me "Pet". My baby came, right on schedule. He was a big un, Daddy said, but I don't remember that. All I remember was screaming and sweating to bring him into this world. I didn't hear Dr. Hughes tell Daddy the baby was in the "breech" position, but I sure as hell felt it when Daddy put the piece of tree bark in my mouth and told me to bite down. Dr. Hughes' hands were elbow-deep in my belly at that point. I bit down to keep from screaming. The baby finally came out of me, but he had the cord wrapped 'round his neck. He never even got to take a first breath. They wouldn't let me hold him, they wouldn't tell me WHY THEY WOULDN'T LET ME HOLD HIM. Dr. Hughes just came toward me with a needle after the baby was out of me, saying "This is a sedative," and I knew. I knew my baby was dead. I slapped the needle out of Dr. Hughes' hand. There was no sedative-ing this. I sat bolt upright on the medical table and let out a howl that shook the whole goddamn house. I only stopped howling when Dr. Hughes managed to regain his composure, get the needle again, and stick me with it. Not only did I stop screaming, but I passed out. I woke up from the injection to find myself with no baby and two breasts fully loaded with milk. Not only were they fully loaded, they fucking leaked. Dr. Hughes had supplied me with a hospital grade double breast pump and instructions on how to use it. Obviously I was to use it to pump my breast milk. Even more obviously, the thought of having to pump and dump (who was I going to FEED the breast milk to with no baby) was seemed the most depressing thought in all the world. "You don't have to throw it away," Daddy said, "no, that's crazy talk. It's perfectly good milk." When he said this, he was sitting beside me on my bed, helping me attach the pump to my breasts for the first time. "Oh yeah," I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, "who the hell is gonna drink it?" "I will," he insisted. "And Daddy's thirsty, so let's fire up this thing." He made sure it was attached properly, turned it on, and soon enough we had two big cups of milk. "Gimme this," he grabbed one of the cups, "don't even care that it's warm." He drank the whole cup in one gulp, "ahhhhhhhh, that's refreshing." He grinned at me. I couldn't help myself, I smiled back at him. And that's when I knew, that's when I knew how in love with that man I really am. So yeah, I've been on the farm the longest. I'm a lifer here. Through the years, Daddy's bred me with the bull from Mr. Thorson's farm, and he's mated with me himself, but I haven't yielded any more babies. He doesn't complain though. Maybe it's because I give good milk. Of course, there have been OTHERS through the years, and they have given babies. But none of them have stayed on as long as I have. The Wrangler came on about a year after I did. If she has a given name, nobody knows it. We (presently we being myself, Megyn, and Angelique) call her The Boss Lady to her face and Daddy calls her Madam Overseer. It's not a bad life here on the farm.