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Alisha

By: heartbreakkid96



When I think of Alisha only one word comes to my mind- 'divine'. As soon as I think the name I get transported to la-la land. Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Danny. I live with my parents. I turned eighteen a few months ago (the feeling is as though you are receiving the President award which by the way is a huge feat.)

I am tall at 6'3 with a slightly tanned complexion. I am a gym freak and so am proud of my toned stomach with a six pack and my muscles. I am not what you call ripped with muscles all over but can hold my weight in a fight. I am average in all ways but am rather outgoing with all of my fellow mates. I am a part of a huge group and am friends with almost whole of my class. 

I have no problems getting a girlfriend but I am not a player as for me relationship is all about feelings and seriousness. I have heard I have a charming smile and that my eyes has an intensity in them which conveys my true feelings. 

After turning eighteen I thought I would have no restrictions at all but sadly I was mistaken! I still had curfew, if I planned a stay over I had to call and let my parents know, go to the movies let them know(you get the idea). 

One day I came home from college feeling pretty good since it was the weekend and I was looking forward to watching movies and lazing around with my friends. But soon I found a note from mom stating that dad had an emergency meeting. 

Since the meeting was in the same city as her sister lived in, my mom wanted to visit her sister and it was a 2 day trip. Thus it was agreed she would accompany my father.(Now you might be thinking parties, loud music and whatnot but again due to my parents all of them were squashed in the next two sentences). 

She had written that my aunt and my cousin would come over to take care of the house and me and I had to call and promise her that I won't cause any trouble to my aunt. Pretty pathetic right? 

The worst thing was my aunt was much stricter than my mum and so my weekend plans went down the drains. So while wallowing in self-pity I went upstairs to change and freshen up. I was thinking on ways to enjoy the weekend without breaking any of her restrictions which I am sure would be written down and given to me to follow. 

Taking my towel and razor I went into the bathroom to shave and shower and came out half an hour later with no clue at all. Finally I said fuck it and laid down to take a short nap since they wouldn't be arriving till 9 pm.

Suddenly, I woke up to the loud ring tone of my cell phone. After checking the caller id I saw it was mom. She had called to confirm that I knew when my aunt was going to arrive and if she needed any help around the house that I should provide it without any issues. I assured her I would and hanged up. It was 7 p.m and I had no homework which required my immediate attention. 

Since I was feeling horny and knowing I won't be getting any private time due to my nosy aunt I decided to wank to relieve the stress. I scrolled down the videos on my mobile( they are well hidden I am not a fool) and after finding my favourite video I connected the headset and started masturbating. Knowing I had a lot of time I decided to tease myself and so I was masturbating slowly and leisurely with the volume high up. 

I was so engrossed in my private session that I didn't hear the front door open (my aunt has a key). My cousin Alisha came in ahead of my aunt since she (aunt)had some work to do. I was on the verge of climaxing when Alisha entered the bedroom and stopped in her tracks. 

I was too far gone in my climax to do anything except cover up and scream at her to leave. After she had left, I jumped up from my bed and picked up a discarded shirt from the hamper and wiped the semen away, went to the cupboard and pulled a shirt to wear. I knew I was in trouble. 

This was the leverage I had given to my cousin and knowing her it was impossible to guess what she would do next. I was thinking all kinds of things such as what my friends would say? Will she ask from me my allowance to spend? Will she boss me around? I was a wreak. I couldn't think and so decided to go and face the music.

Alisha was sitting on the sofa still in a daze. She did not even hear me enter the hall. I called her name but she did not respond. I wondered whether she was plotting her move and called out to her again, this time she raised her head and blinked her eyes as if it was hard to focus. Before I could speak Alisha shocked me by saying, 

"I am sorry". 

I was stumped. Here I was planning to beg her not to say anything and Alisha was apologising to me? What the hell? My mind was jumbled. I couldn't form a coherent thought and replied in a typical male fashion, 

"huh???"

This broke some of the tension we were feeling and Alisha started laughing, her laughter is contagious and pretty soon I too joined her. After some time we both relaxed and started speaking at the same time. So we stopped and she indicated that I speak first. I gulped thinking what to say or how to explain my previous slipup. So I just kept quiet. 

Sensing I was conflicted Alisha excused me by saying, 

"I won't tell anyone if you won't." 

Again she left me speechless, I was like what is she saying? Why would I tell someone my cousin caught me wanking. I guess she could read me pretty well when she said, 

"I know you have caught me kissing in the past. My friend saw you and she informed me, I was so scared you would tell mom that I ignored you in college too." 

Now I realised what she was talking about. Of course I had caught her, how could I forget such a big story? But now I realised Alisha was offering me a way out. The choice was either I forget what I saw or don't tell about the incident to anyone and Alisha won't as well. It was a win-win.

I smiled and replied,

"Deal."

Alisha become visibly relaxed as if she were holding her breath and she in turn could see 'relief' written over my face. Now me and Alisha were not always close but I think this situation brought us closer than we were. We started talking. 

She asked me whether I had a girlfriend since we did not run in the same circle and I replied; 

"Not at the moment'. 

I then asked her why she was so scared of me catching her kissing her boy friend. Alisha was quiet and I could see her blush. She lowered her head and so I told her, 

"It's all right if you don't answer it. I was just curious."

She said, 

"It's ok, he was not my boy friend. I was angry at my boy friend and so, kissed his enemy to get back at him. That day we had broken up." 

All this time I was subtly looking her up. I have always had a crush on Alisha but didn't know whether it was a two way thing or not. Alisha is what we boys like to call smoking 10. Yes I am not exaggerating she is 5'9 has long, silky black hair, fair complexion, her eyes are so black you could literally lose yourself in those depths.

She has a flat stomach since I know she jogs regularly, her legs are just delicious and when in skirt oh yeah! I have noticed so many boys and even my friends check her out. And being the typical male the first thing I noticed is her boobs. They are just perfect, Alisha was one of the few who has a developed chest. 

I thought I was being covert but Alisha caught me sneaking peeks at her. She asked me,

"What are you looking at?" 

I had a 'caught with the cookies look' and I am sure she noticed it too. I just shrugged it off replying,

"Nothing". 

Alisha is someone who won't stop till she gets her answer and she gave me the look 'you better not mess with me.' I had no choice and so half lied,

"I was thinking why did he let you go just like that? I mean you look pretty good. He is an idiot!"

"Thank you." 

Alisha smiled her genuine smile. I exhaled having dodged a bullet but alas if life was so easy. 

"Do you think I am beautiful?" she asked. 

Now my mind was in over drive, was it a trick question, do I have to tell the truth, what if she thinks I am a freak? I remembered a very correct phrase 'Women. Cannot live with them and cannot live without them.' 

I replied "You are beautiful. I just told you before, your ex was an idiot to let you go."

Alisha was gazing at me with scepticism, but she seemed satisfied with my answer. We both leaned forwards and my thoughts were 'oh my god! I am going to kiss her!' 

The moment our lips touched I was happy. I had such a long crush on my cousin and she too felt the same way. The kiss was nothing short of magical, I felt her mouth open slightly and so I pushed my tongue inside and our tongues were rolling in a dance (We were virgins but we knew how to kiss). 

I don't remember who broke the kiss first but we both were panting as if we had run a marathon. I looked in her eyes and found her passion as strong as mine. We leaned in for a second kiss but heard the knock on the door indicating my aunt was home. Alisha rushed to the bathroom and I straightened myself and opened the door to greet my aunt. 

That night while lying in bed I was thinking what if my aunt hadn't come when she had? How far would we have gone? I mean I was pretty sure it was not just my hormones speaking. I had feelings for my cousin and the kiss had opened up Pandora's box. I was too tired from the physical as well as mental stress of the whole day and fell asleep hoping I would dream of my cousin Alisha.

Alisha Ch. 02



The next morning I woke up feeling exhilarated. Flashes of previous day ran through my mind. I closed my eyes and was soaking up the memory when I heard the front door close. I knew it must have been my aunt since she works in a women's charity organisation of some sort. 

They give clothes, some essentials to the needy women. She does a good work. I was feeling nervous knowing me and Alisha were home alone. I was wondering whether she was having second thoughts, was she disgusted with me, would she speak to me. All these thoughts were running through my mind when suddenly Alisha came into the room and jumps on the bed to wake me up. 

Seeing me awake she said "Good morning," and smiled her sweet smile which melted my heart in a trance. She brought me back to reality from my trance saying,

"Hey are you all right? I wished you a good morning." 

I replied,

"Yeah I heard, I'm sorry I was day dreaming. Good morning to you too." 

I realised with a start she was as nervous as I was, I wanted to confirm my suspicions whether she was all right with everything that happened the previous day. 

Nevertheless, Alisha beat me to it and asked;

"Are you all right with us and everything we did yesterday?" 

I wanted to jump up and dance in joy but I replied and relieved her as well as my insecurity with a kiss which exceeded all the feelings I felt previously. We closed our eyes and enjoyed the closeness we were feeling with each other. After what seemed a life time which was just two minutes, we broke the kiss and looked into each others eyes. I said,

"I was afraid that you would be disgusted or angry with me, but I am so happy you feel the same way. I have had a crush on you since I was 14." 

Locking her gaze with me Alisha replied;

"Me too, but since I did not notice any of your interest in me like some of the other girls you were with I hid my feelings. I too had the doubts whether it was just hormones speaking or was it just a crush and so I distanced myself from you and noticed you doing the same thing." 

We were both silent, while both of us were having thoughts which needed to be analysed. We had just bared our hearts to each other and we did not know what to do next. How do we proceed with everything I mean in my culture we are allowed to marry our cousins but were we ready for such a type of commitment? We were only eighteen. 

I noticed Alisha was deep in thought and the way the sunlight was coming through the window and some of the rays were reflecting on her, Alisha looked angelic. I knew she was pretty, from my earlier gazes, but at that moment I found her absolutely ravishing. 

The way her wavy hair moved, and the way her skin had a golden tinge in the sunlight and her smile which was so dazzling. I was so lost in her sensual beauty, that i did not notice Alisha looking at me with a curious smile. She clicked her fingers at me and asked, 

"Out with whatever you are thinking with?" 

Since all of the awkward phase was left behind I replied without hesitation.

"I was just lost in your beauty. I mean I know you were attractive but I was so wrong. Everything about you is heart warming." 

I know it sounds corny but that was the truth. She blushed and flashed me her pretty smile and said, 

"Let's go and get refreshed," and knowing how a boy's mind and that too a horny one works she replied "I mean alone." 

I was disappointed. I wanted to see Alisha completely. But I loved her too and so squashing my lust and disappointment I flashed Alisha a smile and said, 

"Lets go." 

So we got up and went to our separate bathrooms and freshened. As I stepped out of the bathroom Alisha came out of the guest bathroom wrapped in only a towel. I was stumped and shocked. I mean I have seen naked women in porn (who hasn't?) and I have seen boobs of my past girlfriend, but other than that nothing. 

This was nowhere outrageous since all her lady parts were covered but it was the fact that I could now imagine what she looked like underneath the towel set my heart racing. It was deliciously naughty. Alisha smiled and said,

"This is your present," (I was confused. Present? Why?) but Alisha continued;

"I could see your disappointment but you accepted it without question ignoring your desire. I hope you enjoyed it." 

With that she walked past me and entered her room closing the door behind her. I noticed my hardon and it was bulging under the towel and I realised that Alisha must have seen it too. Pulling myself out of the trance I went to my room and this time locked my door and wanked furiously to the image of Alisha in the towel and within seconds came; spurting a huge load on my towel. 

After cleaning myself I donned on a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt and went downstairs to eat some cereal. 

I settled down on a chair and started eating my favourite cornflakes with milk. Just then Alisha came down. She too had donned a similar attire since it was hot and anyways we did not have any plans to go out. Alisha poured herself a glass of milk and sat down beside me. I decided to break the silence and asked her,

"What shall we do today? We can laze around in our rooms or we can watch some movies." 

Alisha replied,

"Let's watch T.V and then we will see. I don't plan to do anything this weekend and I hope you don't either." 

Finishing up the breakfast I put my bowl in the sink and told Alisha to do the same. We went in the living room and I switched on the T.V. Since I didn't find anything interesting I chose one of my favourite movie and inserted the dvd in the player. I have seen the movie many times and I know Alisha liked it too. 

We snuggled up on the couch and started watching. Halfway into the movie I asked her if she would like a cold drink and she replied,

"yes." 

So I got up and brought two cokes from the fridge and hit play. We finished our drinks and since my left hand had lost some of its feeling, as I had cuddled her for a while; I adjusted my pose with Alisha. Alisha rested her head on my chest and I wrapped my hand around her waist. 

This new position brought us much closer and I could feel the side of her boob squashed on my chest. My hand was around her stomach and I was stroking it. Her stomach was so flat and firm and her skin was soft to the touch. Sensing that she was watching me I looked down and leaned down for a kiss. 

I wanted to touch her so desperately but didn't know how she would react. This was pure torture. I was thankful I did not wear any underpants. My dick was so hard it hurt. I knew she could feel it. We broke the kiss and just looked into each others eyes but then I could feel her hand moving upwards on my leg. 

It was on my thigh and any higher she would touch it. I tensed myself and seeing this Alisha reached and kissed me on my neck. Her kisses were soft and slow like butterfly kisses. But the sensations I was feeling was amazing! I have seen in the movies and whenever I heard the moans during the scenes which involved kissing a neck I thought they might be fake, since my neck wasn't sensitive at all. 

Boy was I wrong! A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Alisha heard it and whispered,

"Does it feel nice?" 

I could only nod in agreement. I was putty in her hands. She then licked my ear and damn my dick grew harder if that was possible. The sensations she was giving me were so good and I decided to reciprocate. I too licked and kissed the spot on her neck making Alisha shiver. 

I could see goose bumps forming on her skin. I now recalled some porn techniques so I wanted to try something on her. I nibbled her skin slightly and now it was Alisha who was moaning and giving me access to her neck. After planting butterfly kisses all over her neck I reached her ear and blew some air in it. 

I was hoping I didn't overdo it. But she rewarded me with a bigger moan. I nibbled her earlobes in a similar fashion. Alisha's eyes flew open and I could see my hunger mirrored in her eyes. She straddled me and put her arms around my neck and pulled me close for a kiss. This was pure unadulterated lust. 

The kiss was an expression of the feral hunger. I didn't know what to do with my hands and so I placed them on her hips and pulled her even more closer to me. We were kissing and moaning like crazy with no other things to worry about. But we had to break it for some much needed air. Leaning towards each other with our foreheads she noticed my dilemma and was gyrating her hips to further arouse me. 

I stopped her in time or else there would have been a bigger mess to clean. Looking in her eyes for any rebuke I inched my hand upwards towards her chest and then I reached her sides where I could feel her boobs. Alisha just smiled and nodded. 

That was all I needed and within a second my hands were all over boobs. I was amazed, they were soft and pliant but firm at the same time. I could see the indents of her aroused nipples poking through her shirt and squeezed them lightly with my fingers. 

Alisha moaned so loudly that I thought I had hurt her and so I pulled back my hands and asked her, 

"Are you all right? I am sorry I hurt you." 

She just ground her hips to rejuvenate my fading erection and put my hands on her breasts saying, 

"No I am all right. I wanted to feel your hands and when they did the touch was electrifying." 

I leaned in and kissed her passionately conveying everything to her in that kiss. Simultaneously I was kneading, pulling and hefting her boobs and I was sure she knew how fascinating they were to me. I was happy. 

This was my cousin, the one I had a crush on and I was touching and kissing her with so much intimacy. It was a dream come true. I played with her boobs to my hearts content and was sure she had an orgasm too. That was an ego boost. I had been hard for over an hour and I needed release. 

Alisha must have noticed something because she knelt down and touched my erection lightly. I was ecstatic and just closed my eyes enjoying the sensation coursing through my body. Alisha tugged slightly on my shorts and I flipped my eyes open. Will she like my dick? Will she make fun of it? 

My panic must have been etched on my face because Alisha soothed me saying she wanted to see it and take care of me. I looked into her eyes and saw she was being earnest and so I raised my hips and let her pull my shorts down. The smile she flashed was worth it. 

She tugged my shorts slowly but firmly and when the head of my cock appeared she gasped in shock. I covered my face with my hands feeling embarrassed. But Alisha pulled my hands apart and said what surely is an ego boost for us males.

"It is big." 

I knew that neither was I pornstar big nor was I tiny. In fact I believed I was slightly bigger than average. Alisha tugged my shorts down all the way and grasped my cock in both hands. I gasped in excitement since I was on the verge of bursting a nut. 

Even though she had both her hands wrapped around my dick I could see there was still space remaining and she couldn't wrap her fingers completely around. Feeling nervous I asked her,

"What do you think?" 

She replied;

"I have seen it in porn but yours is as big or close to them." 

I realised my cousin, my sweet innocent cousin watched porn. After realising what she had divulged, Alisha spoke sternly, 

"If you tell anyone and I will kill you." 

I assured her I wouldn't and that I was just surprised. Slowly she started stroking my cock and was watching my reaction. She was as fascinated with my cock as I was with her boobs. She explored every inch of my cock even my balls. I was afraid she would press them too hard but she handled them gently. 

On the verge of climaxing I warned her I was going to shoot and she asked me where she could catch it. I removed my shirt and handed it to her indicating she could clean up the mess with it. Alisha started stroking me earnestly. It was my first handjob and I was enjoying all the sensations running through my body. 

I tensed and warned her I was going to shoot when I felt I was nearing my climax. She was fascinated as I was shooting cum rope after rope. After 8-9 shots I stopped and just leaned back on the couch enjoying the after-effects. I felt drained. I did not even notice what Alisha was upto. 

After a few minutes I opened my eyes and we both spoke at the same time.

"That was awesome." 

We both laughed and she cleaned my stomach with the shirt and then she noticed some of my semen stuck on her hand. Instead of wiping it right away she examined it closely. She brought it to her nose and sniffed it. Alisha then shocked me when she put her tongue out and licked a small drop. I waited with tense breath when she smiled and said,

"It is sweet. I love it." 

She then proceeded to lick the remaining cum off her hand and when she was done; she said,

"All clean." 

I smiled and pulled her for a kiss. After we had finished kissing she said, 

"Don't you mind your cum in my mouth? I mean I have heard from my friends that boys don't like that." 

I replied;

"If you can then, even I can" and kissed her. 

She readily kissed me back but broke apart with a confusing stare and so I explained it to her that I had read somewhere when a male drinks pineapple juice regularly their semen could taste sweet. And being of the curious type I confessed to having tasted my semen during one of my sessions. 

We were pretty tired and decided to take a nap. We knew it was risky if we were caught by our aunt sleeping together and so we kissed one last time and went to our separate rooms. As soon as I laid down I was asleep with a shit eating grin on my face. 

Dinner was not a huge affair. We dined and after rinsing the plates I wished my aunt and Alisha good night and went upstairs. Since my aunt was at home I didn't dare risk being with Alisha. 

I fired off a text to her wishing she could be with me since tomorrow was Sunday and we wouldn't have any time to be alone. Her text came instantly saying she too was upset about tomorrow but we had to behave. And so I wished her a good night and shut my phone and slept.



Alisha Ch. 03



I would like to thank all the readers for your positive feedback. Regarding the anonymous feedback to spellcheck there are two types of spellings. U.K based and U.S based so 'realizing' can be spelt 'realising' too. It's not wrong. Danny I hope this is upto your expectation and don't forget my bet. 

Thankyou!

*****

The next morning I woke up fresh and happy. I did not get up immediately and was thinking about everything that happened. I was enjoying our new found intimacy and thinking about how to proceed further. 

I realised today was the last day to spend with Alisha since my parents were returning tomorrow. Then I remembered that my aunt would be home all day. Being the last day, I wanted to spend it with Alisha but now I couldn't. Instantly my mood dampened. 

I got up and went to the bathroom and freshened. I went downstairs and found my aunt and Alisha having their breakfast. I wished them both a good morning and prepared a bowl of cereal with milk and started eating. Breaking the silence I asked my aunt how her work was going and if she had helped anyone? My aunt launched into what and how she and her group helped people. 

I tuned out her conversation and looked at Alisha. When Alisha saw me looking at her, she flashed a smile at me. We finished eating and my aunt went into the living room to read newspaper. 

Me and Alisha were rinsing the bowls and as we finished I turned toward her to ask what we were going to do today, when Alisha moved into my arms and kissed me. We both were pretty much lost into the kiss.

After some time we broke for air and took a deep breath. Soon enough, I leaned and kissed her again. Alisha opened her mouth and our tongues dueled with each other. My hands were roaming all over her back and I was inching down toward her ass. Slowly, I reached my prize and pulled her towards me. 

As soon as I cupped her ass I heard a moan emanating from deep within her throat. I was thrilled and excited. I knew Alisha could feel my hard dick and she pulled me further into the kiss. As all good things have to come to an end we heard Alisha's mom asking us what we wanted to do that day. 

We paused our heated session. Our lips were raw from all the passionate kisses, our breaths frantic. Alisha went upstairs and I took a deep breath and entered the living room saying me and Alisha planned to laze around the whole day since our week was hectic. My aunt was okay with that and said she had to go out that day and purchase some clothes and food for her organisation. 

I was delighted and tried not to show it on my face. I said 'fine' and asked her whether she would be back for lunch, to which she said 'no, her friends had planned some shopping for the whole day but she would take us to our favourite restaurant so she wouldn't need to cook.' I hugged my aunt and said "Thank you." 

I ran upstairs and found Alisha reading a book in her room. I told her the plan and saw her face light up. Before I could devour her she warned me that my aunt would come up to change and that we had the whole day to ourselves so I needed to behave.

I told her, "I am going to my room and will check my mail. As soon as aunt leaves you are mine."

Alisha giggled to this and replied, "Promises, promises."

I went to my room and switched on my computer. There were some emails but nothing which required any urgent reply so I switched the PC off. I could hear my aunt speaking to someone on the phone and gave an impatient growl. After an hour(can you believe it?) I heard my aunt shouting 'goodbye' and the door closing. I was on my feet and ran toward Alisha's room but was met by her halfway in the corridor. 

I pushed her against the wall and with a growl kissed her hard. Alisha wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me into a deeper kiss. We swapped our tongues in a fierce tango. 

I could hear Alisha moaning and my hands found their way to those delectable buns. I grabbed and caressed her cheeks. Time seemed to had stopped for us. We were immersed in our lust. It was just me and Alisha.

After a while I pulled off from her and noticed her lips were red and swollen. Her hair was spread unlike her usual hairstyle. Her chest was moving up and down through breathlessness, and I found her alluring. 

I smiled and said "Hi!" 

Alisha giggled and replied, "Hi. I cannot believe you are such an animal." 

I was embarrassed I never lost my control. I could keep my hunger in check pretty tight but Alisha made me lose it. I gave an embarrassing smile and replied, 

"Sorry. I lost control." 

I put her down and we held hands and walked to my bedroom. I sat down and pulled Alisha on my lap. 

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and asked, 

"Is this ok?" 

I smiled and replied, "very."

We just gazed into each others eyes and let them convey our feelings in silence. I could see her nipples were hard and my mouth watered. I realised Alisha read my glance and I wanted to taste her.

I asked, "Can I see you?" 

Alisha acted coy and said, "I don't understand." 

I tickled her believing she must have the same sensitive spots as I had. My guess was correct. I found out Alisha was very much ticklish. I rolled her on her back and intensified the tickling and asked,

"Do you understand now?" 

I noticed her boobs wobbling side to side and thought to myself 'she isn't wearing a bra'. Alisha was laughing so hard she was finding it difficult to speak so I lessened the tickling and she said,

"Yes. I understand please stop." 

I stopped and let her catch her breath and laid down beside her. I moved her hair and tucked it behind her ears and whispered, 

"Show me then." 

Alisha sat and while looking into my eyes, started unbuttoning her shirt. The suspense was killing me. I was immersed in her so much that I did not even notice the state of my arousal. Alisha's smile brought me back and she said,

"Close your mouth or you will eat flies." 

As each button fell open I could see a hint of cleavage which was deepening. At last she opened her shirt and my mouth fell open. I was speechless. I knew she had a good set as I copped a feel to my heart's content yesterday. Alisha's boobs were, to put in one word, perfect. 

They were neither humongous nor tiny. Her areolae were pink and smooth. The nipples were erect! Her boobs were firm on her chest with no sag at all. I did not know her size but to me it exceeded all expectations. Once again my mouth watered to taste her delicacy. 

I must have taken too long in my inspection because Alisha covered her boobs. My mind screamed 'Oh man!' and I am sure I looked as if my favourite toy was taken away from me. 

I pushed open her shirt and said, 

"They are beautiful. I was just mesmerized to say anything." 

Alisha smiled and removed the shirt completely. Looking into her eyes I slowly raised my hands and cupped her boobs. Her boobs were surely the work of God. I massaged her boobs and saw Alisha close her eyes. I flicked her nipple and heard her moan. Using my thumb and forefinger I pulled her nipple slightly. 

This was so arousing that I had to use one hand to adjust my hardon. Alisha opened her eyes and licked her lips. I bent my head and lightly blew some air on her left nipple. Alisha shivered. I put my tongue out and licked all over the boob avoiding her nipple. 

Alisha moaned and pushed her chest forward trying to catch my lips on her nipple but I was too fast and moved back. I shook my head with a 'no' and bent down and licked the valley between her boobs. 

Moving towards her right boob I licked all over and avoided her nipple. Alisha growled in frustration and yanked my head by my ears towards her nipple. I relented and took her nipple in my lips. Alisha shivered in excitement. 

A thought ran through my mind this was how I used to suckle(weird right?). I sucked her nipple and Alisha purred. While smiling, I started flicking her nipple with my tongue. She pulled my head much closer and moaned. I was enjoying that. With my left hand I cupped her left nipple and tugged on it. 

I was curious about her reaction. Alisha rewarded me with a moan. Leaving her right nipple alone, I moved to the left and lightly bit on it. Alisha shivered and this time I was sure she orgasmed. I moved back allowing her to recover. She opened her eyes and kissed me hard. 

After the kiss she said, 

"I knew my nipples were sensitive but this was the first time I experienced a climax in this way. Wow!"

I was just happy to have given this pleasure to her and replied,

"It was amazing to watch."

Seeing my arousal she said "Your turn", and indicated for me to lie down. 

I eagerly complied. She tugged on my shorts so I raised myself to help her. I was not feeling any embarrassment now. Alisha gasped as soon as my dick came into view. I looked down and noticed it was red and looking 'angry'. 

I told her, "It has been hard the past hour or so." 

She replied "Don't worry I will take care of it."

I simply smiled. Alisha wrapped her fingers and started stroking my cock. I was so aroused that drops of pre-cum had formed. She spread the pre-cum around its head and the sensation it created was phenomenal. 

I moaned and warned her, "I am close." 

Alisha started stroking me earnestly. My hips were bucking due to the pleasure and I clenched my eyes and hands shut. Noticing this Alisha stroked me faster and urged me, 

"Yes. Cum faster. I want to see you shoot. I want to taste your sweet cum. I want to feel it spurt on my boobs." 

That was the last straw and with a roar I bucked my hips and said, 

"I am cumming!"

The first shot fell on my chest and Alisha angled my cock towards her. The second splattered her neck and I heard her exclaim, "Oh my god." 

But Alisha did not stop stroking me. The remaining shots fell on her boobs. I was drained. That was the most intensifying orgasm of my life. And I knew it usually got better. I opened my eyes and Alisha giggled, 

"Were you stocking up? There is so much cum."

I couldn't reply and so simply smiled. Locking eyes with me, Alisha proceeded to lick the cum of her chest and neck. It was the most erotic thing I ever watched. She seemed to enjoy the taste of my cum because after every lick she moaned. I got my bearings together and realised I was the one getting all the pleasure. 

I asked Alisha, "When can I make you cum?"

She remained silent for some time and then asked "Will you?"

I told her why not. She had given me so much pleasure and I wanted to reciprocate. 

I could see her thinking and asked, "Is there a problem?"

She replied, "Won't you find it disgusting?"

I was amazed. This girl did so much for me and she was afraid I would find her disgusting. I realised her past girlfriends' boyfriends were idiots. I asked her, 

"You heard this from your friends too?"

Alisha nodded. 

I sighed and said, "Your friends need to date better guys. Not all boys are idiots. There are amazing guys out there who if given a chance will rock their world." 

I gently pushed her down. When she was in position I opened her shorts and pulled them down. I could see the beginning of her white panty. I tugged at them and Alisha helped me by raising her hips. I noticed a wet spot and realised she too must have been on the edge just to have so much wetness. 

I could smell her arousal. I could see the outline of her pussy. I noticed my cock was rock hard once again. I tugged on her panty. Seeing her nervousness, I encouraged her with a smile. Alisha raised her hips and I pulled her panty all the way off her legs. 

Her pussy was beautiful. This was the first pussy I had seen except in porn. She had a small trimmed tuft of hair and the rest was shaved. Her pussy lips were puffed and red with arousal. There was a gleaming wetness near her entrance. 

I smiled and said, "It's so beautiful."

Alisha blushed and smiled weakly. 

I inched my fingers slowly and touched her labia. It was so soft and puffy. I liked it. I started exploring her pussy with my fingers. I trailed them through her pubic hair. I unintentionally touched her clit and Alisha raised her hips and her body shook. 

I could feel her tremors and could see her labia contracting. I thought 'Wow. I just gave her a major orgasm.' While Alisha was riding her climax I took a drop of her juice and licked it. The taste was tangy. I loved it. 

I lowered my head and started licking her pussy. Alisha moaned and opened her eyes to see what I was doing. The amazement was evident on her face. I had been researching about cunnilingus and knew the basics. I finished licking around her mound and moved toward her pussy. 

I spread her lips with my thumb and forefinger and licked her entrance. I heard an "Oh my god" and smiled to myself. I inserted my tongue and jabbed it in her pussy. Alisha was moaning like crazy and I was enjoying that so much. 

I wanted to give her an earth shattering climax. I slowly inserted my finger in her. The feeling was so good. Her pussy walls were like velvet and hot. Her pussy gripped my finger and it was as if her pussy was trying to suck it in. 

I started moving my finger as well as licked her lips. Alisha gripped my head and pulled me closer toward her pussy. I located her clit and started tonguing it. Her moans were the encouragement I needed and I started tonguing and sliding my finger earnestly. 

Alisha tensed her hips and I could feel her muscles tighten indicating her climax. After a while, Alisha screamed in pleasure and I was finding it difficult to breathe as she gripped my head with her thighs and kept me there at her pussy. When she relaxed I rested on my side and took deep breaths. 

I could see her shaking and her eyes clenched shut. I was proud of myself. I was content to sit and watch Alisha. She was so beautiful. After some time she opened her eyes and smiled weakly. She tried to form words but couldn't. 

Taking a deep breath she said, "That was too good. It was one of the longest and most intense orgasm. Thank you." 

I smiled and said, "My pleasure," and licked my lips.

Alisha gaining her strength, sat up and wrapped her hands around me. We leaned and she gave me the most beautiful kiss. 

I broke the kiss and said, "Wow!" 

She giggled and kissed me again. I was content to just hold her all day long but the stickiness and sweat was getting to me and so I said, 

"Let's take a shower."

I took her hand and pulled her to the bathroom before she could protest. We entered the bathroom and I switched on the cool shower. We stood close and let the water soothe us. 

We didn't try any hanky panky since our orgasms had drained us. I decided to tell her my feelings and so cupped her face and tilted it upwards to meet my gaze. She noticed the serious look and raised her eyebrow. 

With tense breath I said, "I love you!" 

I waited for her reaction. All thoughts were running through my mind but I calmed myself and waited for her reply.

She locked her gaze with me and said, "I love you too!" 

Before my mind could process it she gave me a scorcher of a kiss. I couldn't believe it. She loved me too. I intensified the kiss. We broke the kiss and stood silently enjoying the silence. 

Our skin was getting wrinkled and so I shut the shower and pulled the towels from the cabinet. Drying her was fun but I didn't keep it up. I dried myself and we left the shower wrapped in the towels to get dressed. 

Alisha's orgasm drained her of energy and so I told her , 

"We should sleep. You are tired. We will talk afterwards." 

Giving her a last kiss I went into my bedroom donned on clothes and laid down thinking of my sweet Alisha. Her words "I love you too," were ringing through my ears. I was thinking how to break the news to my parents and aunt. 

My aunt once jokingly had said she won't allow me to marry anyone other than Alisha. Even my parents had agreed we were a good match. Were they serious? Would they accept us or break us? I let all my thoughts go and focused on Alisha's face when she climaxed. It was angelic. 

I checked the time and it was 5:30 pm I decided to call my aunt since we usually went to the restaurant at 7 pm. She answered the phone and when I asked she said she was running late and that we could order a pizza or something for ourselves. I assured her I would take care of it and told her to eat something too. I wished her goodbye and hanged up. 

I was thinking we still had some time and decided to wake Alisha and ask her about her pizza preference. I entered her room and just stood looking at her. She seemed so peaceful and there was a smile on her face. I realised she must have been dreaming something good. I kissed her softly. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she flashed me her golden smile. I kissed her again and she pulled me on top of her. Our kiss deepened. We both moaned into our lips. This was a kiss of love. 

Alisha broke the kiss and said, "That was a good wakeup alarm." 

I nodded and said, "Yes it was." 

I told her that aunt was running late and asked her pizza preference. She liked Mozarella cheese just like me and so I ordered a medium sized pizza and two cokes. It usually took 30 minutes for the pizza delivery and so we switched on the T.V. 

As usual when you sat down to watch something there is always rubbish going on. I switched to the music section and the latest hits was being screened. I stayed on the channel and we enjoyed the music. 

When the pizza was delivered, I paid the guy and gave him a tip. We ate without any conversations, occasionally flashing a smile with the music playing in the background. We finished the drinks and I cleared the table. I came back and settled down on the sofa and Alisha snuggled closer to me. 

She rested her head on my chest and listened to my heart beat. I wrapped her in my arms and sighed. That felt good. I knew we had to discuss some things soon but I was enjoying her warmth and smell of her shampoo very much. 

After some time she raised her head and I kissed her. We swapped tongues and deepened the kiss. I never wanted that to end. I was happy where I was. We broke the kiss and she leaned on my chest once again wrapping her hands around my waist. After a few minutes she sat up with a sigh and took my hands. I knew we had to face this and smiled. 

She asked me, "What are we going to do? We can't hide it. And if our parents realise this from others they will be hurt."

I knew she was correct. I was thinking the same thing for the past 2 days. 

I replied, "I really don't know. We will tell them but I don't know when. It hurts me thinking I will have to act like your cousin in front of others. It's unfair."

I was upset and so she hugged me. She told me we would find a way. I believed her. We would. No one was going to stop us. 

I felt better and smiled saying, "Thank you. You better stay in touch with me. I am not going to lose you."

She giggled and said, "You won't be getting rid of me so soon". 

She stuck her tongue out at me. We stayed snuggled up and just shared the intimacy. Then we heard the keys jingle. Alisha and me separated and acted as though nothing had happened and that we were just enjoying the song. I got up and poured my aunt a glass of water and asked Alisha the same. 

She declined. My aunt was tired and her feet were sore. She talked non-stop about a lot of different topics. We let her vent out. When she went silent I suggested her to take a warm bath. She liked the idea and told us we needed to go to bed since we had college the next day. She left and went upstairs wishing us a good night. 

I pulled Alisha into a kiss and wished her good night. We climbed the stairs holding hands and separated on the landing. I looked back and waved to her before she closed her door. I entered my room and laid down thinking what tomorrow would bring.



Alisha Ch. 04



The next morning the alarm woke me up. I pressed the button and reluctantly got up to brush and do all my chores and get ready for college. It was Monday and I had to return to reality. The weekend with my cousin Alisha was spent so quickly. 

My parents would return that day and my aunt and Alisha would go back to their place. I was sad to see Alisha leave. I was so at peace with her but we had to get back in the role of cousins. It sucked. I did the usual and packed my bag for the day and went downstairs. 

My aunt and Alisha were already at the breakfast table. I wished them both good morning and took the bowl of cereal my aunt placed in front of me. I started eating and asked Alisha if she was ready. 

She replied she needed to pack her books and then we could leave. After finishing my breakfast, I went into the living room to wait for Alisha. She came downstairs and we both shouted goodbye to my aunt and headed to college. 

My college was not so far away and me, Alisha and our friends usually walked together. Today was no different. We met at the playground and as usual started discussing about our weekend. 

I couldn't even say goodbye to Alisha and so I fired off a text saying, 

"We need to find a way soon. This is killing me."

Alisha replied instantly, 

"Yes, me too. I will text you once I reach home."

I put my phone away and smiled at her and then focused on my friends conversation. We reached college and Alisha and me went our separate ways. College was college. All the lectures were boring and the break seemed a long way ahead. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally rang signalling our break. 

The lecturer gave us an assignment to read for homework and left. We went to the cafeteria and I saw Alisha sitting with her friends. I wanted to join her but that would raise questions since our group didn't mingle. I went and sat at my usual table. My best friend noticed my silence and asked whether I was alright. I shrugged it off replying I was still sleepy and in the weekend blues. 

Finally the lectures were over and I could go home. I wanted to see Alisha but couldn't find her. My friends called me and so I left with them. After reaching home, I greeted mom and asked her about her stay. She said it was good and they missed me. 

I took a can of coke from the fridge and finished it. My mom asked about my day and the weekend. She asked me whether I had well behaved. I assured her I had and excused myself saying I had homework to do. 

I finished reading the assigned chapter and shut my books. Reaching for my mobile I fired a text to Alisha, 

"Hi. What are you doing?"

Alisha replied, "Finished my homework. I am all alone!"

As soon as I read the message I was out the door telling mom I would be back for supper. I ran toward Alisha's house. She lived down the lane. I knocked on the door and she opened it with an amusing smile and let me enter. 

"That's why you did not reply back." She realised.

I checked my phone and saw a new message from Alisha. I shrugged and said, 

"I am here."

She giggled and pushed me on the sofa. Straddling me she wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me. Wow! The feel of her lips was electric. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. She moaned with the kiss. Our tongues were tangling and our breath mixing as we moaned in the moment. 

I pulled off the kiss and said, "I missed you."

She smiled and replied, "Me too. I was waiting the whole day to do this."

She was stroking my hair and again leaned to kiss me. She sucked my tongue in her mouth giving me tingles all the way to my spine. She broke off and taking my hand lead me to her room. I looked around and saw a typical girl's room. 

She had shelves of books neatly arranged on one side, and on the other side there was a shelf which had all of her cuddly toys. She had poster of a male celebrity on her wall. Her bed was made and there was not a single cloth strewn on the floor. 

She pushed me on the bed and leaned down to kiss me but I rolled her on her back and straddled her waist. I pushed her hair aside and kissed her cheek. 

She smiled and started to speak but I shushed her and said, 

"Relax and just enjoy."

She nodded. I bent and blew air in her ear. This made her giggle and so for the fun of it I did it again. I took hold of her earlobe with my teeth and nibbled lightly. Alisha moaned. I could see the skin of her neck exposed and so I licked and sucked on her spot. Alisha purred contentedly. 

I proceeded towards her soft lips and captured them in a kiss. Her arms wrapped around me and so I pushed myself and said, 

"Just lay back." 

Taking hold of her buttons I opened them and exposed her sweet suckable boobs. Trailing soft kisses all over her neck I reached her boobs. Ignoring her nipple I licked and kissed her boobs. The teasing was getting to her and she growled so I relented a little and sucked her nipple. This made Alisha shiver in delight and she moaned. 

Being the annoying person I am, I left her boob and proceed to her stomach. I caressed her stomach causing Alisha to giggle. Her skin was so soft. I loved the feel of her skin against my hand. It felt right to my touch. As my hand climbed up her body Alisha sighed hard and grabbed my hand before pulling it up. She wanted me to touch her boobs.

I didn't hesitate as my hand climbed the soft swell of her boob. My palm rested against her nipple as my fingers wrapped around her boob. Her hand gripped my wrist with desire as I squeezed her chest. 

Her breathing changed as I used my thumb to tease her nipple now. I circled it feeling the rubbery flesh. It poked out hard off her chest indicating her arousal. 

My forefinger and thumb closed around it as I tweaked it lightly. She gasped at the suddenness of it. I continued to twist and tease her nipple enjoying her moans. I licked my lips and found her spot on her neck. Alisha sighed. I continued to tease and kiss her. She was trying to lay still but it was becoming difficult. 

Her hands squeezed the bedsheet and she raised her chest and writhed in orgasm. After it subsided she looked at me with subdued eyes and said, 

"Fuck Danny. What are you doing to me?'

The word fuck from her lips made my cock twitch. Alisha could feel it. 

She giggled and asked, "Do you like dirty talk?" 

I smiled and said, "Who doesn't?"

My hand left her chest and travelled south. Alisha sighed as I reached her navel. She knew where I was going as I circled her navel. I tugged her shorts all the way and to my astonishment found no panties at all! 

Alisha giggled at the look on my face. I recovered and pressed into her valley. I traced her moist slit with my fingers and brought them to my mouth. 

I licked her juice and said, "Yummy!"

I reached with my fingers and found her pussy so wet. I slipped so easily over her excitement as I found her opening and teased her there. Alisha tugged on my pants and so I stood up and pulled them down along with the underwear. My dick stood proudly at attention. 

I lifted my shirt and threw it on the floor and resumed my position. Alisha's hand went for my dick as I inserted a finger into her wetness. She gasped as her fingers wrapped around my cock and started stroking it. Circling her pussy I spread her juice around her swollen lips. 

Her fingers gripped my cock and worked the head making pre-cum leak from me. She slipped her thumb around it and coated the head before teasing the sensitive underside. 

I slipped from her wetness and found her clit. I coated it with her juice as I circled it. She gasped again and tipped her hips into my fingers as I teased her. 

Her hand started a slow tug on my cock as I teased her pussy. Our eyes met as we pleasured each other. She pulled me closer and found my mouth. It was a long and silent kiss as I dipped back into her pussy. Her hot breath hit my face as she panted and moaned in pleasure. I let my fingers slip from her again to find her clit.

She pressed herself right against me. Her hand pushed my cock between her legs until it crossed her pussy and rested against it. My heart skipped a beat as my head touched the wetness she leaked. 

She parted her legs and gave me just a little more room to touch her. My fingers started teasing her clit again as she turned her hips into me. My cock was right there at the entrance. My fingers were bumping it with each circle I made. 

The way her body was right then it would have been so easy for me to enter her. Everything about her body was pointing me towards her entrance. Controlling my urge I resisted for the moment and let her set the pace.

She turned her hips toward me as I circled her clit with a soft touch. My cock was sliding over her wetness and touching my fingers each time she turned her hips. I was parting her lips, sliding along her wet skin between her legs and almost finding her opening as she tipped her hips. 

Maybe she wanted me to press it inside of her. Maybe she was just happy to tease me. All these thoughts ran in my head.

She turned her hips again and let my cock slide up until it bumped my fingers touching her clit. Her breath caught in her throat as she moved and let my cock slide along her wetness again. She was so close that my cock caught her opening this time. 

I could feel the head start to part her pussy lips. Her little lips opened around the head and started to let me slide inside. It took all the mental strength I had not to thrust my hips forward and bury myself inside her. I pulled my hips backwards. 

My cock released and slipped along her wet slit again until I touched my fingers at her clit again. Alisha sighed in disappointment. I slipped my fingers under my cock, along her slit, until I found her hole. I pressed one finger inside and listened to her gasp as I let it sink inside and fill her. 

Her hand went between our bodies as I fingered her pussy. Wetness was leaking out of her as she found my cock between her legs and gripped it. She turned her hips again until my cock was free from between her legs. She pushed it between her legs until it touched my finger that was still inside of her. 

I removed my finger from her hole and brought it to her clit eliciting a gasp from Alisha. She had my cock and control of what to do with it. Alisha teased her opening with my cock. A low moan escaped her lips. My cock was soaked in her wetness. I was close to entering her but the only thing stopping was her hand on my cock at her wet entrance. 

I was teasing her clit mercilessly. She was sopping wet now. Everything that touched her was soaked in her juice. She was looking into my eyes but I let her decide.

"Danny," she panted in a ragged breath. "I want you in me right now."

I too was at an edge with all the teasing. I simply replied, 

"I am right there Alisha. All you have to do is take me in."

She tightened her grip on my cock as she pushed her hips forward. I touched her opening again before she let her hand fall away. Alisha continued pressing forward as my head entered her. 

My mind was screaming 'Oh my god! Finally.'

Alisha held on my waist tightly and moaned with her eyes closed. Looking at her like that put me on an edge. I could barely control myself from cumming. I pushed a little further and gasped at the feelings coursing through me. I encountered an obstruction and stopped knowing full well it was her hymen. 

Alisha opened her eyes and nodded, "Go slow."

I smiled and pushed lightly touching her hymen. I withdrew my hips and locking gaze with her pushed through her hymen. Alisha screamed and gripped my hands tightly. Tears were streaming from her eyes. I paused and let her adjust the invasion. 

I wiped her tears and asked her, "Are you all right?"

She opened her eyes and nodded. "Yes. It hurt. But its starting to feel good."

I smiled and withdrew my hips leaving the tip inside and slide inside again. Alisha moaned deeply. Her pussy gripped me tightly. The feeling was indescribable. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting. Knowing I wouldn't last long I started driving my hips in and out. 

After a few seconds I realised I was on the edge and pulled out just in time as my first shot splattered her stomach. I groaned. I shot my cum all over her stomach and collapsed sideways. 

I didn't knew whether Alisha climaxed or not and decided I would give it to her afterwards. I closed my eyes and let the aftershocks pass. After a while I turned sideways and saw Alisha watching me.

I smiled and said, "I love you."

She flashed me her golden smile and said, "I love you too!"

I leaned and kissed her sweetly conveying all my love to her. Alisha wrapped herself and pulled me closer. We made out for 5 minutes and broke the kiss trying to breathe.

I asked, "Did you cum?"

She flashed me her sweet smile and said, "I didn't think I could cum better than before but this was amazing."

I was happy I at least made her climax once. Not bad for a first time. I got up and took her hand saying, 

"We need to shower and put the sheet to wash and dry."

Alisha looked down and saw the wetness and some blood. She looked down towards her legs and found a small amount of blood. She led me to the bathroom and we scrubbed ourselves and got out. She removed the sheets and put it on a fast wash cycle.

We sat on the sofa waiting for the machine to stop. Alisha cuddled with me on the couch. We were in a classic lovers position. I was enjoying this feeling of closeness. I had no remorse at all. I loved my cousin and she loved me. We now had only one problem - our parents.



Alisha Ch. 05



The months passed by. The end of college year was approaching. The final exams were over and we only had practicals left to complete. Me and Alisha were happy together. We would see each other whenever we could. 

We could not be together always since we had different social lives and we still had to figure out how to open up about our relationship to our parents and friends. 

Call me paranoid but I had a feeling my mom knew more than she was letting on. Whenever she saw me she had a smile that says 'I know your secret and am waiting for you to come out with it!' 

As usual I got up showered and packed my bag. I went downstairs and ate breakfast. My mom wished me luck for the practical exam for that day and I was off to college. I met with my friends as well as Alisha and her group. We proceeded towards college while chatting. 

I flashed a smile at Alisha and mimed, "Good morning."

Alisha nodded and mimed, "You too!" 

When we reached college we parted ways. The practical was easy. Me and my partner were confident that we achieved all requisites. The teacher checked the apparatus and after giving a smile gave our grades. He said, "Good job."

We left when the bell rang signalling the end of our practicals. We laughed at our friend when he described what went wrong in his experiment. 

As we neared the exit I noticed Alisha and her idiot of an ex in an argument. He was shouting something and waving hands like crazy. Alisha was screaming back too. 

She must have said something because he took a step and caught hold of her hand. I was seething red by then! How dare he touch her. I gave my bag to my friend and moved towards Alisha.

When I was at a hearing distance I heard 'Bitch...' and before he could finish I slammed a fist in his face. He crashed sideways and fell. Everyone gathered to see what was going on and my friends came to stop someone jumping me. This was our fight alone! He got up and tried to swing a punch but I ducked and slammed my fist in his stomach. 

He doubled over in pain. I then kicked him on his shins. I grabbed hold of his hair when my friends dragged me away saying, 

'He's done. Leave him. Lets go before the teachers arrive.' 

They dragged me outside and tried to calm me. They had never seen me lose my cool like this. I turned and saw Alisha watching me with trepidation. I calmed down with an effort and asked her,

"Are you all right?"

She managed to keep a straight face and said, "Yes. My arms a bit sore."

I knew she would want to inquire about my anger later and I wasn't looking forward to it. I took my bag and started toward home leaving my friends bewildered. They left me alone which I was grateful of. I reached home and found the house empty. Looking into the fridge for something to eat I heard the phone ring. 

It was mom and so I picked up. She said she was shopping with my aunt and asked me if me and Alisha could order a pizza. I sighed and said sure we would and hanged up. I knew Alisha would come soon and she would be pissed. I sat on the sofa with my eyes closed waiting for her to arrive.

The door opened and I heard someone enter. I didn't open my eyes and waited for them to say something. It was Alisha. She sat on my lap and wrapping her hands pulled me for a kiss.

I was shocked. I was prepared that she would chew my head off and instead she was kissing me. I wrapped my arms and kissed her deeply. All through the kiss my eyes were closed.

My dick was hard as it always was around her. She was wiggling her hips back and forth. Her hard nipples were pressing me in the chest and Alisha was moaning into my mouth. We were kissing passionately. After breaking the kiss and gulping deep breaths I opened my eyes and found her gazing at me.

I opened my mouth to speak when she shushed me. We let our eyes speak. Her eyes were twinkling and she had a smile on her face. I was content to just hold her. But my hands, seemingly on their own accord, drifted towards her ass. I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her closer. Alisha giggled. 

I leaned and kissed her again. This was not the animal lust as before. This kiss was slow and sensual. I pulled back and smiled. Alisha was stroking my hair and I was relaxed. She said, 

"What was that all about?"

I knew what she was talking about. I myself was confused as to why I lost my cool. I replied, 

"I don't know. Seeing him grab your hand made my blood boil. I wanted to hurt him so bad. I was focused on breaking him. I saw your anxiety and was afraid you would hate me. I never lose my calm."

Alisha took hold of my face and placed a soft kiss. She said, 

"I couldn't hate you. I love you. I was afraid you would get hurt. So many people were watching but none of them bothered to stop him. And then you came and started hitting and slamming him."

It was good to hear Alisha didn't hate me. I kissed her and said, 

"I love you too!"

Alisha smiled and started wiggling her hips. My dick was starting to hurt since it was bending in an uncomfortable angle in the confines of my jeans. I grabbed hold of her ass and stood up from the couch. Alisha wrapped her legs around my waist. I climbed the stairs and we walked to my bedroom.

Feeling playful I threw her on the bed. Alisha giggled. I took off my shirt and threw it aside. I unbuttoned my jeans removing it and stood in my boxers. Alisha sat up and stopped me from removing my boxers. She wanted to and so I allowed her. 

She directed me towards the bed. I sat on the bed and relaxed. Alisha grabbed the knot on my boxer string and pulled it open. She tugged on them and removed it. My dick stood at attention. Alisha spread the pre-cum around my sensitive head. I shivered. It was too sensitive. She stroked my cock a few times. Leaning down she opened her mouth and enclosed it on my dick. 

The feeling of her lips on my dick made me moan. I never tire from her blowjob. Sometimes she would like to tease me and sometimes she would finish me quickly. Today she started sucking and stroking me simultaneously. I was close. She licked the underside of my cock and moaned. 

The vibrations did wonders to my already erect cock. Alisha removed her head and licked my balls. I moaned. She was too good. She smiled and started stroking faster. Alisha knew I was close. She opened her mouth and pulled me deeper. The head of my cock hit her throat and she gagged a little. 

Try as she might she couldn't take me in her throat. I tensed and she raised her head putting just the tip and sucked hard. I felt my orgasm build and shouted, 

"I am cumming!"

Alisha moaned. The first spurt went directly in her throat. She swallowed it when it again was filled with my remaining shots. Alisha swallowed all and squeezed my cock for the last drop. I was wholly relaxed now. I lay my head on the wall enjoying the after effects.

I opened my eyes and smiled. "That was mind blowing. You dried me good. I don't think I have any left now."

Alisha jumped on me and started tickling me. I was too strong for her and so rolled her on her back and tickled back. She was giggling and saying "Sorry" over and over. I relented and stopped. I kissed her and swapped tongues with her. I could taste the remains of my cum on her tongue but ignored it.

I pulled back and showed her my rejuvenated dick. Alisha smiled and clapped her hands saying, 

"Oh goody. Lets fuck!"

I smiled at her enthusiasm and tugged on her shorts. Her panty was soaked in the front. Her pussy lips framed. My dick twitched in excitement. I removed her panties and inhaled her smell. It was intoxicating. I threw the shorts aside and pulled her shirt. Her beautiful boobs made my mouth water. I took hold of her nipple and sucked hard. 

Alisha raised her chest and moaned loudly. She pulled my head even closer. While I licked and sucked her one nipple, my hand was pinching her other nipple. Alisha was delirious with pleasure. She was on the peak but couldn't climax. I took hold of the nipple between my teeth and bit on them tenderly. This pushed her over and she shivered in climax. 

After trailing soft kisses I licked her navel making Alisha giggle. Continuing south I dipped my face in her valley and licked from her entrance to her clit. Alisha bucked her hips. She pushed her pussy into my face. I licked and slurped on her pussy. Opening her pussy lips I jabbed my tongue as far and as deep aa it could go. Alisha moaned. She was on the verge of another climax. I licked my finger and flicked her clit with it.

I continued licking her lips. Moving up I removed my finger and licked her clit. Taking two fingers I inserted them and started fingering her with them. Alisha raised her hips and screamed. She writhed and twisted and pushed my head away. Her pussy was too sensitive.

Leaning back I licked my fingers and waited for Alisha to calm down. She was moaning with the tremors coursing through her body. At last she opened her eyes and spread her arms. I embraced her. My hard dick nestled on her pussy and her nipples were poking me! I smiled and kissed her.

After the kiss Alisha started propping her hips. Getting the hint I raised myself and pointed my cock towards her hot entrance. We both moaned when my head slipped inside her pussy. I pushed more and entered her pussy fully. Alisha wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper.

Her pussy felt so good wrapped around me. This is where I wanted to be. It felt right. I started driving my hips at a faster pace. Suddenly I felt Alisha's muscles squeeze around my cock in a spasm. I moaned. I supported myself on a hand and squeezed her boob with the other. This made Alisha moan.

Alisha screamed and came when I pinched her nipple and slammed my cock hard into her pussy.

"Aaah, Danny fuck me harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed.

I could feel her pussy quivering and a gush of wetness coated me. Finally, Alisha stopped coming and her body relaxed a bit. I raised my chest up from Alisha's body so I could see my cock inside her pussy. The sight of her pussy impaled on my rigid cock was tremendously exciting. 

I could see the folds of her pussy lips and her clit was an erect pink nub. I rubbed the ball of my thumb along her clit and Alisha shuddered with delight. 

"Aaah, That's good Danny, keep doing that," she moaned.

I rubbed her pussy and clit until she went screaming into another orgasm. I then raised her legs high in front of me and put them around my shoulders. I wanted to try this position for so long. I could now feel my cock go deep into her tight pussy. 

I grunted with delight and started driving my cock hard. Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer and came, pumping copious amounts of come into Alisha's pussy. It was as though I wouldn't stop shooting. I collapsed sideways and pulled Alisha over me. My cock was still inside her pussy and was twitching through the after shocks. 

Alisha opened her eyes and smiled. I pulled her in a kiss. We laid like that till my cock was pushed out of her pussy. I could feel our fluids oozing out of her pussy. Alisha hugged me tighter not wanting to move. She rest her head on my chest and was hearing my heart beat. My hands were caressing her back but soon found themselves on her bum. 

Alisha giggled and said, "You do like my bum!"

I replied, "Yes. Very much." And pulled them apart and caressed them making her gasp.

Alisha said, "Stop it. I don't think I can handle any more and anyways I am sore."

I teased her saying, "Aww! Is it broke."

Alisha raised herself and started hitting me jokingly. I let her for a few moments and caught hold of her hands. She knew what was coming next and tried to break free. I rolled her and started tickling. We roughed around but noticing the time I told her we should probably shower.

Alisha sighed and agreed. I knew she didn't want this to end. Truth be told I was of the same opinion. I decided I would talk to my mom soon. 

We entered the shower and scrubbed off all evidence. Alisha turned and hugged me. We stood like that for a long time but then common sense prevailed and we left the bathroom.

She went to the guest bedroom where she had extra set of clothes and I changed too. We went downstairs and switched on the music player. I ordered the pizza and we ate without any conversation. We enjoyed the music. I put the plates in the sink and joined Alisha on the sofa. We snuggled close to each other.

Alisha was right where I wanted her to be - in my arms. I never wanted to let her go. I decided to ask Alisha. 

I said,"I think my mom knows about us. I don't think she is angry but waiting for me to come clean."

Alisha sighed and replied, "My mom smiles at me and I think she knows too. What should we do?"

I smiled and said, "Let me talk to my mom. I think they are OK with us. We will decide about dad my dad later. If my mom and aunt are both alright with us they will deal with him."

Alisha smiled and kissed me. When my mom and aunt came home they both smiled. I looked towards Alisha and she acknowledged she too saw it. We chatted for a bit and then bid Alisha and my aunt a good night. That night in bed I decided I would talk to my mom after the final exams were over. After a while I dozed off.



Alisha Ch. 06



Finally all my exams were over. I knew I had done well and so I didn't have any qualms regarding the results. I was looking forward to a vacation full of relaxation and goofing around with my friends. I had to maintain a social life and not always spend my time Alisha. Speaking of which I still had to talk to my Mom about our relationship.

The days were hot, like they always were in the summer. One day, I got up and after finishing my routine and shower I went downstairs. My father was reading the newspaper and mom was watching T.V.

I greeted both of them 'Good morning' and proceeded to have a bowl of cereal for my breakfast. After finishing up, I joined my mom on the couch and to my dismay her favourite soap was airing on.

My mom knew I hate her soaps and so before I could ask she changed the channel. I was relieved and flashed a smile saying 'Thank you'.

I was not concentrating on the screen because I wanted to talk to my mom but couldn't because of dad being there and anyways I still hadn't decided how I was going to broach the subject.

My mom must have realised something was going on and so asked, "Danny, is everything all right?"

I was wondering if all mothers have some built-in censor which catches their attention when something is troubling their children. How was that even possible? But there we were. And so I replied, 

"Nah! I am fine; just planning the summer schedule."

As I looked at her, I knew she wasn't convinced but she let it be, knowing I would go to her when I was comfortable enough. She smiled and replied, 

"Good enough. But you know you can ask me anything. All right?"

I nodded in affirmation and we resumed watching the show on the TV. After watching for sometime I went up to my room and saw my phone blinking. I turned the screen on to see 3 messages from Alisha. She wanted to know what I was doing for the day since she was staying at home with no plans.

I wanted to say I would be there right then but I remembered my plans to go to the movies and then a restaurant with my friends. I couldn't back out. So I fired off a text saying, 

"I have already committed to other plans but will keep tomorrow open. Are you free?"

I instantly got a reply from her stating, "Yes I am. Will see you tomorrow."

I shut the phone and laid down on the bed realising I still had time to go. Alas it wasn't to be. My mom called me downstairs and asked me to go to the store with dad and bring the groceries she specified.

I grumbled and tried to make an excuse when she cut me off and said, "No arguments."

When my mom used that tone even my father would be wary of her and so I went out with my father. We went to the nearby store and rounded up all the groceries. Mom had forgotten to include my favourite juice and so I picked up a pack of it too.

We reached home all sweaty, and I noticed the time and realised I had barely time for a quick shower. I quickly showered, put on a pair of shorts and a light pull over and my sneakers. I took my phone, wallet and bike keys and went downstairs.

I entered the living room and told mom I would come by 10pm and not a second early. They were alright with that and told me to be careful. I went to pick up a friend and we proceeded to the theatre. All the other friends had gathered right on time. We were looking at the shows and decided on Jurassic World. 

Atleast the movie had good graphics. We enjoyed the movie, had fun acting like goofs, and nagged each other. It was good fun. We were free from the stress of college work and it showed. Afterwards we went to our usual restaurant. 

We were ravenous and ordered the meals quickly. The meals tasted awesome like always. We shared the bill among all of us and realizing it was nearing curfew time, we headed home.

I dropped off my friend and went home. I was 5 minutes early and found my mom waiting for me. I figured she wanted to make sure I arrived on time. However, apparently she wanted to talk.

She asked me to sit on the couch and just scrutinized me for a while. Finally she asked,

"What is it that was troubling you in the morning?"

I knew we had to have the 'conversation' but didn't imagine it would be then of all times. I asked her to see where my father was and my mom said, 

"He's sleeping. He took a pill and so won't disturb you."

I was relieved. I knew mom and aunt were not angry but I didn't want to handle dad. 

I replied, "You know everything about me and Alisha."

It wasn't a question but a fact I stated. My mom smiled. "Oh! So that was what troubling you?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Mom I know you figured out something. I love Alisha. I have always had a crush on her. It isn't just my raging hormones speaking. It's not a rash decision we took. Alisha accepted my love and loves me deeply. We are happy and are tired of hiding it. Help us."

I was nearly tearful and my mom saw it and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. I sighed. I felt safe in her arms. It was as if I became a child again. All those times mom had consoled me, she alone could help me keep calm.

I hugged her back firmly. My mom was stroking my head and soothing me. I became calmer. 

I sat up straight and smiled. "Thanks mom. I needed that. I love you."

My mom smiled and replied, "Love you too, Danny."

We got side tracked and so I asked, "Mom you aren't angry right? I really love her and can't be without her. Will you help me?"

Mom took hold of my hand and said, "I am not angry. If I was it would have been your father here. I and Zi (my aunt Zinal) had suspicions but didn't knew you were this besotted with each other. We wanted you to come forward rather than hide and destroy everything."

I was elated. I had figured she wouldn't be angry but the confirmation was a relief. Before I could say anything my mom asked, 

"Danny are you really sure you want this. Because you are just 18. You haven't met many girls yet, haven't see enough but if you are pretty sure then you shouldn't turn back."

I knew I was sure. I wouldn't back out. Certainly Alisha too was damn sure. We were certain of each other. 

I replied, "Mom when I say yes the answer is from both of us- me and Alisha. You can talk to her or both of us at the same time but we are certain of each other and love each other."

My mom was silent, NO doubt she was processing what I had said. I was silent. I didn't even move so as not to disturb her. My fate was in her hands.

At last mom squeezed my arm in a reassuring way. She smiled and said, 

"Obviously you have given it much thought. Zi is having this conversation with Alisha too. I know now you are true and you are right for her and she is for you. You have our blessings. We will fix a date for an engagement. But marriage will have to wait till your graduation."

I was stumped. I mean I wanted to marry Alisha but I thought we had to convince our parents which was next to impossible. But my mom gave us her and aunt Zi's blessings, even engagement and marriage were now possibility.

I hugged my mom tightly. She too wrapped her arms and squeezed. I was happy. I broke the embrace and kissed her cheek. Mom smiled and ruffled my hair. I only had one obstacle left- Dad. So I asked, 

"Mom what about dad? I mean will you tell him? What will he say? If he says no? What then?"

Mom had an amusing smile on her face. She replied, 

"Do you think he doesn't know? He was the one who pointed it out to me. But knowing how close we both areyou, he asked me to sort it out with you. I told him he was right. He knows as much as me and approves too."

I couldn't speak. Dad knew! Not only that but also he approved our relation. I wanted to rush and thank him right then but common sense prevailed. I smiled and hugged my mom again and then said, 

"Mom can I call Alisha now? Please."

Mom smiled and replied, "Sure. Anyways I am tired so we will speak tomorrow evening. Your aunt and Alisha will be here. We will decide everything then. Good night."

Saying that she got up, ruffled my hair again and went to her room. I got up and ran upstairs and closed my door. I flipped my phone open and called Alisha.

She too was ecstatic. She had had similar conversation with my aunt. She told me her house would be empty and to come by at 10 so we could talk further. Saying I love you's I ended the call. Everything was faring well. 

I laid down thinking about the engagement mom had mentioned. I loved Alisha and I wanted to be with her. That was the way it was meant to be. I was happy. Thinking those thoughts I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day I woke up early. I checked the clock to find it was just 6 am. I got up and took a shower and shaved. Noticing a cut on my face I applied an antiseptic. As I was leaving the bathroom I ran into my dad on the landing.

I paused for a second and rushed to hug him not bothering that I was wet. My dad squeezed me back saying, 

"Good morning. Why the hug Danny?"

I smiled, "Good morning dad. Thank you for letting us be. I love you."

Dad understood and smiled, "Love you too." 

Looking down he noticed he was wet and said, "See you made my clothes wet. I will have to change now."

I apologized when he waved it off saying he was kidding and went to change. I went to my room and closed the door. It had been 3 days since me and Alisha had met and so I was horny. Love has its importance but when you are horny it overrides everything else.

I wanted to masturbate but knew within 2 hours I would meet Alisha. So controlling my urge I changed and went downstairs. My father was sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

I hugged my mom good morning and grabbed the bowl of cereal. After sometime, dad left saying 'Goodbye'. I went upstairs to kill some time. When it was nearly ten, I ran downstairs and told mom I was going out and would return in the evening.

Saying this I left quickly, not giving mom time to ask about my plans. I arrived on Alisha's front door 5 minutes to ten. I rang the bell and Alisha opened it. My heart filled with love for her.

She welcomed me in and turned to close the door. As soon as she turned to face me I was onto her. I pushed her against the door and kissed her hard. Our lips were mashed together. Alisha wrapped her legs around my waist and I grabbed her ass to support her.

My dick was hard. Alisha was grounding her hips on my cock. We were moaning into the kiss. Our tongues were in a fierce dance. Our breaths mixed and we panted in breathlessness. Breaking the kiss but not the contact I looked at her.

Her hair was wild. Her chest rising for breath. Her lips were red and raw from our animalistic kiss. 

I smiled and said, "Good morning Love."

Alisha flashed her special smile only reserved for me and replied, "Good morning Danny."

Leaning toward me she placed a soft kiss. It was the kiss of love - the kiss which said we were happy. We made out for sometime but my hands were beginning to ache and so I broke the kiss and put her down.

Alisha took hold of my hand and led me upstairs. While going upstairs, my attention was fixated wholly on her swinging hips. Alisha knew this and giggled saying, 

"Stop it."

I laughed and said, "Why do you move with such sensuality?"

Alisha flashed a smile and we reached her room. Upon entering she pushed me on the bed. She opened my shorts and tugged them down. When she tried to remove my boxers I stopped her.

She looked up and I indicated her to remove her clothes. She flipped her shorts and threw them aside. Even I removed my shirt. She opened her shirt and pushed it aside. Clad only in her panties I turned her in a 69. Alisha straddled my face.

Running her hands over the boxers caused me to twitch in excitement. Alisha giggled seeing this but gasped when I ran my fingers over her slick panties. Grabbing hold of her hips I pulled her towards me.

I could smell her tangy aroma. It filled me with lust. My mouth watered to taste her delicacy but I wanted to tease her. So I ran my tongue lightly from her entrance to her clit. Her panties were soaked. Alisha shivered feeling my breath on her entrance.

She tugged on my boxers and removed them. She then stroked my already erect cock. I moaned in approval. Alisha smiled and then started licking every inch of my cock. She then sucked only the head and started flicking her tongue.

The underside of its head was sensitive and I bucked my hips up. Deciding to give her as much joy she was providing I pushed her panty aside and licked her puffed and red labia. Alisha rewarded me with a moan.

Smiling to myself I licked and probed her wet entrance. I could feel her squirming. She was trying to push my tongue further in but I stopped her with my hands. I flicked and kissed her entrance alone tasting her flavor.

I moaned knowing Alisha loved it. Indeed she did and again tried to drive her hips downwards. She had forgotten all about me but that was good since I didn't want to come early.

Deciding to move on I located her hood and licked there. Alisha purred. With my hand I probed her entrance with two fingers. They entered easily since Alisha was so wet. I started driving my fingers and fingered her.

Alisha was moaning continuously. I knew she was on the edge and so started fingering her faster. At the same time I opened her hood with other hand and flicked her hard nubbin.

Alisha was really starting to go crazy. She wanted me to suck her clit and so I relented. I sucked and flicked her clit hard and this was the last straw. Alisha screamed in orgasm. Her pussy walls squeezed my finger hard. She was bucking so wildly I had trouble following her.

I succeeded in staying with her through her orgasm. When I realised she was calming down I curled my fingers and started sucking and licking her clit again. I knew she would be sensitive but I wanted to make her climax again. As she realised what I was doing Alisha squirmed in pleasure. 

She started panting and said in a soft voice, "Danny, I am gonna cum again."

I hummed on her clit and licked it again and again. At that time Alisha couldn't scream. She convulsed silently. My fingers got expelled and I could see her muscles twitching. She gushed her juice out.

It was so erotic. So beautiful. I softly licked her juice avoiding her clit. She moaned and pushed herself aside and curled in a fetal position.

I stroked her hair and was running my hand all over her boobs wanting to keep her aflame. Alisha sighed in contentment. I took hold of her nipple and rolled it between my fingers. Alisha mewled in pleasure. 

Realizing she had regained her strength I got up and took her lips in a kiss. We made out for a while, and then I broke the kiss and moved down. Reaching her boobs I gently took her nipple and sucked. Alisha pulled me closer and moaned.

"Danny, bite them please." She cried.

Acquiescing I lightly bit on them. Hearing her moan I pulled her nipple upwards. Alisha purred and raised her chest. Not wanting to ignore her other nipple I lavished it with the same treatment.

The teasing got to Alisha and she growled, "Danny, fuck me. Fuck me now!"

I flashed her a smile and positioned myself at her entrance. She was lubricated enough and so I pushed. Alisha moaned in pleasure. Even I grunted because she squeezed me with her muscles.

Looking down at her pussy lips, red and open around my dick, aroused me to no end. Her clit peeked out of its hood and was erect. The sight was so sexy. I pulled back keeping only the tip inside and slammed hard.

Alisha grunted with pleasure. She scratched my back with her nails and cried, "Danny again. Again."

She was tipping her hips and so I started on long strokes always slamming into her hard mashing her clit with my pubic bone. Alisha squeezed my dick so hard and screamed in pleasure. My back hurt where she raked me in her orgasm.

Sweat covered us both. I stopped, letting her calm down. I was at the edge. When she moaned I started driving my hips faster. Alisha encouraged me by wrapping her legs and looking into my eyes.

She panted, "Yesss! That's it. Drive it faster. Cum in me. Danny! Cum in me."

I was right there and when she kissed me again I let loose. I could feel my dick twitching. I thought I wouldn't stop shooting. At last I stopped. I was drained. My hands were barely holding me.

Alisha wiped the sweat and swiped my hair. She smiled and placed a soft kiss. I collapsed sideways rolling her on me. She rested her head on my chest and hugged me. My hands as usual found her bum.

Alisha laughed. I smiled. We were happy. We had a reason to. I was basking in after-glow and was content to hold her. We held each other. Her pussy pushed my dick out. As it popped out, both of our fluids gushed out.

I sighed knowing we had to get up to shower. Alisha stroked my hair and said, "I can't believe they are OK with us. And an engagement party. Wow!"

Her enthusiasm was mirrored by me. I replied, "When mom told me I was floored. I just had only one thought 'They approve.' Engagement too was shocking. We knew we will have to convince them but they already knew. And the most shocking was my dad pointing it out."

Alisha smiled and hugged me tight. She said, "I am just happy we will be together. That's all that matters."

I raised her head and kissed her showing my approval. I thought our kisses were good, had intensity in them but this was nothing short of magical. It is as though every chapter we crossed in life we got more pleasure; who was I to complain. 

Even though we had just finished my dick was starting to arouse. Alisha noticed this and said, "So soon?"

I just shrugged. Positioning her on her hands and knees I entered her in one movement. We both moaned in pleasure. Out of all the positions, this was my favourite one. I could go deeper in that way and Alisha clutched me tight causing us both pleasure.

I started driving my hips faster and could see her boobs swinging. The sight enough would have made me cum but I just had so I could continue on. Alisha moaned and panted in pleasure. We fucked in a frenzy and we both ended in a mutual climax.

Now I was truly drained. I fell sideways and Alisha had just enough strength to cuddle me. I wrapped my hands around her and we slept.

The ringing of my phone woke us up. I picked it up and saw it was my friend. I answered it and when asked whether I would go to meet them I declined. I noticed it was 5 pm.

We had to shower and meet at my house by 7 pm. So I roused Alisha who had drifted again. She grudgingly came into the shower. We cleaned ourselves and left to wear clothes. We stripped the bed and put the sheets on a fast cycle.

After checking everything we walked hand-in-hand towards my home. We entered holding hands and when my mom saw this she came and hugged us saying she was happy for us.

Looking at me with a sly grin she said, "So this is where you ran off. Huh?"

I was embarrassed and exclaimed, "Mom!"

Even Alisha was blushing. Seeing us squirm mom laughed. She said she was yanking our chain and told us to sit in the living room since everyone would start arriving.

True to her word, we were gathered together in an hour. Alisha and me were sitting together clasping hands which did not go unnoticed by our parents. They simply smiled happily.

My father started saying, "So I heard you both want this and even decided to get engaged. You love each other?"

Me and Alisha replied, "Yes dad."

He saw we were serious and that was enough. 

He said, "OK. That's good enough. Now when would you like the engagement date?"

We had both decided at Alisha's house that we wanted to be engaged on her birthday. Seeing it was on Sunday was also an advantage. 

We replied, "On Alisha's birthday if its alright with you?"

My dad nodded saying, "Good date. And its a Sunday too!"




Alisha Ch. 06



We both nodded. The parents agreed and sent us out saying they needed to discuss the party and other things. Before leaving they hugged us and told us they were happy for us.

I had a brainwave and suddenly I asked, "Dad can we tell our friends now? Please."

Alisha beamed. She hadn't thought of it. 

My dad smiled and said, "Why not?"

We smiled and rushed outside. We were on cloud nine. I called my friends urging them to come at our meeting place and Alisha did the same. After 20 minutes everyone had gathered and asked what the fuss was about.

I had a shit eating grin on my face which was noticed by my best friend. He punched me and said, "Spill it?"

I laughed and said, "Me and Alisha are getting engaged."

The girls squealed and rushed to Alisha. My friends shouted, "Finally."

They thumped me jokingly. The girls rushed toward me and engulfed me in a group hug. We were all happy. 

They asked about the date when I asked, "Why did you say Finally?"

My friends laughed and said everyone knew about your crush. I shrugged it off and laughed. We discussed what to do next and others just enjoyed the news. I got a call from home and we broke the group after more thumps and hugs.

After returning home we were told about the plans and about the calls made to our relatives. Everyone was elated. Mom and aunt had lots to do. I didn't know what but who cared; I was getting engaged. We discussed about the engagement some more before aunt and Alisha had to leave.



Hugs were given and good night's were said. We went upstairs to our respective rooms and slept.

A month later, it was the engagement day. The guests had gathered at our house. I was banished to my room with my friends and was not allowed to see Alisha. It was maddening since she was busy the previous week.

My friends were happy for me and were joking around. The house was a happy one! At last I was called downstairs and was hugged by my female relatives. Younger cousins congratulated me. The elder ones were happy to see me.

I was waiting impatiently for Alisha when a vision stepped down the stairs. Alisha was looking angelic. Her dress was tight and modern enough but was good enough to wear among the elders. She let her hair flow which was rare for her. She had never needed makeup but had a slight blush of makeup.

As she stepped in the living room her eyes locked on me and she gave her divine smile as she stepped closer to me. I was mesmerized by her beauty. I smiled when my friend nudged me. I gulped and whispered to her, 

"You are looking gorgeous!"

Alisha smiled and said, "You too. Absolutely handsome."

My mom and Aunt Zi came close to us. The room grew silent. They passed us our rings. I stepped close and slid my ring on her finger. It looked beautiful on her finger. Alisha too put her ring for me. We smiled and moved to hug. My mom cried out, 

"Kiss her already!"

I looked at mom like she were a maniac. Everyone started laughing on my expense. I found that she was quite serious. Never to back down on a dare I shrugged and leaned in to kiss Alisha.

Everyone was sidelined. It was me and my love- Alisha. We moaned into the kiss. Just as we were deep in the kiss my mom called to me to stop it!

Again making a fool of myself everyone laughed. It was all in good humor. Alisha was blushing too but was holding my hand. We smiled at others. We were together and that was it.

Prologue:

Danny and Alisha were married as they decided after graduation. Everyone were happy for them. Their old and new friends too were cheering for them. Their parents proudly performed the marriage ceremony. Their aunt moved into Danny's house and her house was given to them both. They now have a son who is a mini version of Danny! They still are happy and strong for each other.

THE END.

This is a real story of someone I know personally. On their behalf I tried to give their love a base and a story. I know there have been mistakes but this is my first story. Danny hope I did justice to this! Thank you H.. You sure helped me a lot. And thank you for all the feedback and certain emails I received.

HBK96





Alisha Goes Black



All people in this story are over 18. This is pure fantasy

Alisha started walking through the halls of her school. The school day was over, and it was the start of Christmas break. She was so happy she was going to spend her entire break with Mike. Mike had called her during 4th period, and told her he would pick her up around 5:45. Alisha decided just to stay at the school, and finish her art project before Mike got there.

When Alisha got in the art room she saw Olivia. Olivia and Alisha were good friends, but they were also reviles in the art show that there school had every year. 

"Hey Liv. What ya doin?" ask Lish.

"Just working on this art project that will blow yours out of the water." Liv laughed.

"Oh is that so?" Lish ask?

"Yeah that's so," Liv said.

Rachel pulled her art project out of her cubby, and started to work on it. Alisha sat across the room from Olivia. They both would look up from there projects, and gave each other a look. It was 4:30, and Lish had finished her project. She looked over, and Liv was done with hers also.

"So same bet as the past 3 years?" Lish ask.

"Oh yeah. You win I eat you. I win you eat me." Liv responded. 

"Looks like you are going to be eating some white pussy this year baby," Lish said.

"Oh I think you are mistaking. You are going to be eating some black pussy for the second year in a row." Liv said back.

They both looked at each other. Lish looked at Liv's beautiful body. With her curves, her 34dd tits, and her nice round bubble butt. Liv looked back at Lish. She looked at her beautiful curves just right in every spot, her find ass that was just big enough, and her 32d tits.

"Hmmm. How about I get a taste of that white pussy right now." Liv said.

"As long as I get a taste of your black pussy." Lish replied.

Liv walked over to Lish and started kissing her, and putting her hands all over her body. Lish started to unbutton Liv's shirt. Liv let it fall to the floor. She didn't have a bra on so her huge tits were right there and her ripe nipples where ready to be licked. Liv and Lish started ripping each others clothes off. Until they were totally naked. Live then pushed Lish back onto a table, and started kissing and licking her tits. Lish just laid back and enjoyed the pleasure she was feeling.

Liv worked her way down Lish's body until she was at her pussy. She started licking her clit. Liv slipped a few fingers into Lish's cunt. She continued to finger fuck Alisha while licking, and biting at her clit. Liv keep this up, but the switched. She removed her fingers from Alisha's cunt and replaced them with her tongue. She then started playing with Lish's clit with her right hand, and reached up and pinched Lish's nipples with her left.

Alisha was soon Cumming after Liv started this. After she had cum. Lish pushed Liv on top of the table behind them. Lish didn't waste any time. She started plunging her tongue in and out of Liv's cunt while playing with her clit. 

"Oh that's a good little white slut." Liv said. 

Lish didn't stop. She just keep going at Liv's cunt. Within 5 minutes she had Liv screaming, and Cumming all over her face. Lish moved up Liv's body kissing and licking as she went. When she got to her face Lish licked all her pussy juices off of Liv's face, and Liv did the same.

They were done. The bet was set, and it was now 5:30. Mike would be there in 15 minutes. Lish and Liv went to the bathroom and washed up a bit then got dressed. By the time they were done it was 5:45. They both started to walk out the backdoor of the school. Liv took Lish by the arm swung her around, pushed her up against the wall, and started kissing her.

"Just thought I'd leave you wanting more." Liv said as she walked out the door.

Alisha walked out, and up pulled Mike. She jumped in the car with a smile on her face. She leaned over and kissed Mike. Mike could taste Olivia's pussy from Lish's tongue. 

"So you two make the same bet again?" Mike ask.

"We sure did." Lish replied.

"I take it you got an early start." Mike said.

"Well you do the math: one hot horny black girl + one hot horny white girl = two wet pussy's that need taking care of." Lish said. "That girl sure can eat pussy."

"I bet she could suck a mean cock too." Mike said.

"Hmmm. You be a good boy to Mommy, and maybe I'll let my lil Daddy find out." Lish replied as they drove off.



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.

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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.




Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 01



"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.




Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 01



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.




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.




Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 02



"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.




Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 02



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.




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.




Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 03



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!




Alisha is sent to the Farm Pt. 03



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.




Alisha, Ruby & The Video Camera



When my husband and I met Ruby, she was waiting tables at a sexy strip bar near our house. I instantly knew she was bisexual: I am usually right on with my feelings when it comes to members of the same sex. I too am bisexual and my husband loves it.

My name is Alisha. I'm 21 years old, I'm about 5'4", 110 pounds with 36c breasts, which I think is my best feature. My husband, on the other hand, believes my ass is my best feature. It is nicely rounded and I love it when he slaps it during sex.

We met Ruby, like I said, during one of our nights on the town. I found her very striking: her natural - as I found out later on that night - red hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders; her pretty face beaming as she smiled at everyone; her breasts, stretching the fabric of her top; her long legs inching to her well-toned ass.

After she had brought us a few drinks, I invited her to sit down. She smiled and took the invitation without a seconds' thought. We engaged in idle chit-chat for a few minutes, but the conversation swiftly turned to sex. We both admitted to each other that we were bi; my husband was sitting there loving this conversation.

Ruby and I started sitting very close to each other and soon I was rubbing her thigh. I leaned to my left and whispered into her ear that I wanted to see her dancing. She blushed furiously at the suggestion, bit her lip and looked at me with sexy blue eyes. She was looking at me with her pupils near her eyelids and I felt myself getting wet, knowing that type of eye contact is a sexy way of saying "I will do it if you do it with me."

She had walked away before returning to take the stage. She was dressed in a sexy little number - it was a firefighter's uniform and she made that uniform look really good. Ruby didn't take long to get rid of it, and before the crowd knew it she was down to a sexy fire engine red thong. Her breasts looked great; I wanted to go up there and suck on them and give the crowd a show, slide my tongue around her hardened nipples and make her scream.

Then she did the unthinkable: as she was swinging on the pole with her left leg wrapped around the steel shaft, she looked directly at me, winked, then wiggled her right index finger as her left hand grasped the pole. I smirked at her, looked at Shaun, my husband, and he motioned for me to go up on stage with Ruby.

I was getting wet. My panties, a blue thong, were clinging to my pussy as I walked the few feet to the stage. She was standing now, her legs spread slightly, her ass swaying back and forth. She extended her hand to me and helped me onto the stage. She simply said "lay down," and I complied with her request. Seconds later she was sliding her body from side to side above me, slowly lowering herself into a seductive crouch. In a matter of a few shimmies she was kneeling over me, her legs straddling my waist. Her fingertips started to dance across my body and my body responded: as her fingers slid across my shirt over my shirt, my back arched quickly. She was teasing me, making my nipples hard. Now I wished I had worn a bra that night!

Then she pulled my shirt up, exposing my braless breasts. It was as if she had read my mind and that she knew that I wanted this. This very shy and unassuming girl had turned into a tigress, full of sensuality as she ran her fingertips over my exposed nipples.

She quickly bent over me and took my nipple into her mouth, sucking on the nub, swishing her tongue back and forth over the top of it, then flicking her tongue at it snakelike. I responded to her tongue by moaning softly while running my fingers through her fiery red tresses. She moved swiftly to my other nipple and without her even touching my pussy, I was soaked beyond belief. As the music ended, she helped me up and gave me a long wet kiss. I asked her to join Shaun and I tonight at our house; she readily accepted.

That was the beginning of a great friendship between the three of us. That night, we fucked, licked and sucked in various positions: it was so hot to see Shaun's cock sliding in and out of Ruby's velvet-like pussy, hearing her scream as he penetrated her. And of course, Ruby and I put on a show for him, first me repaying the favor from the stage my sucking on her beautiful nipples and breasts before I slid my body around and let her feast on my pussy while I greedily licked on hers. We were covered in sweat and cum when all three of us finally fell asleep that morning, and I awoke to seeing her sucking on Shaun's cock. That led to more fucking, and finally Ruby and I got a few moments to ourselves in the shower with my detachable showerhead.

Ruby and I continued close contact over the next few months, even sharing each other with Shaun on numerous occasions. But we never really had the chance to have sex by ourselves, with no one present.

That is, until this past week.

I had been reading some sexy stories and one day I was reading one that really turned me on, so I called Ruby and began to read it over the phone to her. I was getting extremely horny reading this story to her and I heard Ruby's breathing get faster. After I asked what she was doing, she told me that her fingers were slowly massaging her clit and that her panties were around her knees. I pictured my sexy Ruby in her bed with her legs spread slightly, her fingers manipulating her pussy. She tasted her cum, licking her fingers clean. She told me she would be right over.

This was an exciting moment for me. I showered and did a quick shave of my pussy, just to clean it up for her. Then I pulled the tripod out of the closet and set the video camera up. This was a plus for us, because I had been after Ruby for a few days to allow me to videotape us during sex. I thought this would be a nice present for Shaun. As I was inserting the tape, Ruby came walking into my house.

She looked stunning. She wore sexy jeans and a low V-neck shirt that showed off plenty of cleavage. I didn't want to waste time with her, as we had not had sex in a few weeks. I brought her into my bedroom, turned the video camera on and started to record the action. I quickly stripped her clothes off to find her cleanly shaven pussy as well as no panties. She was a sex vixen.

I slowly licked her pussy, because she likes it slow at first. My tongue dragged along the crease, catching the juices which were already starting to collect and seep through. She squirmed a little, finally ending up with herself propped on her elbows so she could see me licking her. As I was letting my tongue softly probe just barely inside her, I started to rub her thighs with my hands, making little circles on her skin. She told me that it tingled. I smiled to myself and continued licking her.

Soon I had her lips spread and I was eating her a little faster, nibbling on her silky inner pelvis. My teeth were gnawing at the inner vaginal walls, making her coo and moan. Her hands reached around and grabbed the back of my head and started to pull her into me even deeper. I ran my hands underneath her legs to her hamstrings and rubbed them all the way up to her sexy ass. My tongue ring was catching the roof of her pussy, grazing the sensitive flesh as I tongued her. 

She was approaching orgasm rapidly. Slowly I ran my hands up to her breasts and started to rub her nipples. I rubbed them lightly at first, using just the pads of my fingertips Then I started to roll them between my thumbs and my index fingers before flicking them with my thumbs. Then I got daring - I began to pinch her nipples softly, then a little harder, then I pinched them hard, like they were in a vise. That, combined with my oral work on her pussy, caused her body to arch and come completely off the bed. Her pussy was leaking juices, and I was slurping them up as quick as I could while letting my tongue spear her.

I then snaked my hands under the bed, where I kept all of my special toys. I pulled out two of them, a 9-inch dildo as well as a vibrating bullet. I slid the dildo into her warm, wet pussy, and it only took a few strokes before it was firmly wedged inside her. Ruby was moaning and wailing, pleading with me to fuck her hard. I obeyed, pulling the toy out before driving it back in. She groaned as the friction in her pussy was building up and she spread her legs further apart.

She was ready for the bullet. I quickly turned the toy on and I could feel it pulsing into my hand. With the dildo still enveloped by her sweet pussy, I located her engorged clit and put the vibrator on it. She let out a deep moan followed by a loud scream that pierced my eardrums and ricocheted off the walls. I quickly got up off my knees and hopped on her so I could suck on her nipples. The position of my body allowed my to hump her body slowly, forcing the dildo to go into her deeper and harder. I never lost contact with her clit. Soon she was cumming all over the toy. I rolled off her onto my back next to her. I pulled it out of her soaking wet pussy and began to suck her cum off it. Then I fingered the remaining cum out of her twat and wiped it off on the toy. That too went into my mouth.

Ruby was wiped out, but that did not stop her from rolling her sweaty body onto mine. She started to kiss me passionately, tasting the remnants of her cum in my kiss. Her tongue delved further into my mouth and mine danced with hers.

After she finished kissing me, she opened my bathrobe to reveal a sexy multi-colored thong. It was soaked and sticking to me. She pulled it off and immediately the rooms' smell of horny pussy increased.

She immediately started to eat my pussy. She did the same things to me that I did to her, with her teeth nibbling on me like I was the sweetest candy. Her eyes looked up at me as she licked and sucked on my pussy. Her hands also roamed my body, fondling my breasts as her tongue invaded me. Soon she had me squirming. My pussy was so wet that she was drowning in my juices.

Soon I had her insert the dildo and fuck me with it. She knew how to work the toy. She was working it so good that my vaginal muscles were contracting all around the fake phallus. While she was fucking me, I held the bullet onto my clit. My eyes were closed and I was moaning to both the sensations in my pussy and on my clit. I was reaching orgasm fairly quickly. Ruby bent over and began to suck on my tits again, leaving small hickeys for Shaun to find later. 

I announced to her that I was cumming and she sped up the motions. The fake cock was slamming me, pounding my pussy and colliding with my cervix. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. But my body tensed as multiple waves of pleasure rocked my body. My nipples were very erect, I had goosebumps on my body and my pussy was drenched. Ruby removed the plastic dick from my pussy and brought it up to my mouth so we could share my cum. 

We enjoyed the next hour or so before she had to leave, and of course we got it all on tape.

A few hours later, I was at work when Shaun called me. He had seen the beginnings of the tape and called me to find out when Ruby had been here. I told him not to watch the rest of the tape and that we would watch it together when I got home. 

Sufficed to say, Shaun was surprised and we had hot sex for three hours while watching and rewinding the tape. We even sent Ruby a copy of her performance and we're going to try to get a threesome on tape very soon! 



Alisha's Journey



All people in this story are over 18. This is pure fantasy.

*

Chapter 1: The Reunion

Alisha was riding in the backseat of the car thinking, "just great here I am going to a family reunion when I could be getting fucked tonight." Alisha and her boyfriend Mike were suppose to go out, but her parents changed there plans. Alisha had been horny for 2 weeks straight now, and had promised Mike the time of his life that night.

Alisha and her family arrive at the reunion she sees all her little cousins running around playing, and her brothers go off with them. The only person that would be around her age here is Jenny her 18 year old cousin. 

Just then Alisha hears a voice say' "Hey Lish."

It was Jenny. Jenny was about the same height as Alisha and the layout of there bodies were exactly the same. So much that they could be twins. They were both beautiful. Both of them had blonde hair, blue eyes, 32d tits, and a very nice ass.

"Oh hey Jen." Alisha replied.

"Lets get away from all these old people and talk." Laughed Jenny

"Sounds like a very good idea to me." Agreed Alisha.

So Alisha and Jenny walked around the house to the front door. They walked up to the bed room where Jenny was staying and sat down on the bed. They started talking about how school was, and all the girl talk. Then Jenny ask a question Alisha wasn't ready for.

"Hey Lish are you horny?" Jenny asked with a devilish grin.

"Ummm....I...no...not really." Alisha replied.

"I bet you are" Lish says.

"Oh and how would you know if I was anyways?" Lish ask.

"Cause I can see a wet spot on your skirt." Jen replied.

At that moment Alisha turned beat red. She thought to herself, "Hell yes I'm horny I've been this way for 2 weeks, and I could have been getting fucked tonight."

"Earth to Alisha. Hello." Yelled Jen getting Alisha out of her daze.

"Oh I'm sorry." Alisha apologized.

"It's ok." Jen laughs.

"So what do you want to talk about now? We've talked about everything." Lish ask.

"Not Everything." Jen paused and then says....., " SEX!"

"Sex?" Lish ask with a confused look on her face.

"Yeah Sex." Jen said confidently.

"OK. Lets talk." says Lish.

They talk about their sexual fantasies for about 30 minutes and then Jen says.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Alisha answers.

"How many fingers can you get in your cunt?" Jen ask.

"I can fist myself if I'm really horny, but mostly about 4." Lish replied honestly. "OK now you. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Jen answers with a smile.

"Ummm...I dare you to take off your top." dared Lish.

Jen takes her top off and is left in a blue bra, and her tight jean shorts. "Lets speed this up a little bit what do you say?" Jen ask.

"What do you have in mind?" ask Lish

"Well how about dares only?" ask Jen.

" Sure why not." Lish replied. In the back of her mind she thought, "Hell I need to be naked, and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked either. I wonder how far this will go?"

"Ok your dare is to take off your skirt." Dared Jen.

Alisha stands up and pushes her white shirt down her silky smooth legs to show her whit g-string. Alisha was left in her blue tank top. "Ok I dare you to Take you Bra off."

Jen takes her bra off, and lets her 32ds fall out. "Now your shirt." Off comes Alica's shirt, and out pops an other set of beautiful round 32ds. "Now those jean shorts."

Jen stands up turns around bends over and removes her jean shorts. She was now standing naked in front of Alisha. She then spins around and showed off her nicely shaven pussy. "OK now the g-string."

Alisha lays back puts her legs in the air and removes her g-string. She sets back up her legs spread just a bit, and shows her pussy with just a "V" patch of hair at the top. "OK we're done now."

"Oh no we aren't. You think that when I've got a hot bitch like you naked in the same bed as me that I'm not getting a taste of that pussy you are crazy."

Just then Jen puts her head between Alica's legs, and flicks her tongue on Lish's clit. Lish can't set still, and holds Jenny's head there. Jen takes her tongue and pushes it up Alica's cunt. That got Alisha to cum. Alisha sat back after she had cum.

"Oh you don't think we are done do you?" ask Jen

"What do you mean?" Alisha ask.

"I did you. Now you do me." Jen replied.

Without waiting Alisha jumped at Jenny's pussy. She was licking her clit and cunt then put her mouth over her pussy and sucked. She had Jenny Cumming in no time at all. 

They both smiled at each other and started playing with one an others tits. Alisha started sucking at Jenny's nipples. Lish started flicking her tongue over Jen's nipples as fast as she could. She then took her fingers, and began moving them in and out of Jenny's cunt.

Alisha worked 2 fingers into Jenny's cunt. After about 5 minutes Lish had 4 fingers into Jen's cunt. She then took her fingers out, and made a fist. She then plunged her fist into her cousins cunt. She fucked her cunt with her fist for 20 minutes. 

"OHMYGODDDD. Keep going Lish I'm almost there!" Jenny exclaimed.

Right as Jenny was yelling this Alisha took her fist out of her cunt, and plunged it back into Jen's cunt. Right as Lish did this Jenny was Cumming all over Alisha's hand. After she was done cumming she passed out. Alisha then laid down beside her cousin, and started licking Jen's pussy juices off of her hand.