0 comments/ 40483 views/ 1 favorites Surrogate Farm Ch. 01 By: Ianb Meet The Characters Waine Anthony Noah Knight Born and raised in the bush Waine was reared by his eccentric Aunt Annabelle and her lesbian companion Sophie. They were complete separatists and despised anything male in the World. That is all except Waine whom they adored despite his unfortunate gender. He had a protected, loving upbringing and was home educated. He learnt a great deal of 19th Century literature, poetry music and was fluent in French and Latin. None of which was very practical but it was a wonderful classic education. Sex education, that is to say, boy girl type sex was severely overlooked by his mentors. Waine had therefore grown into manhood knowing little if anything about actually being a man. This of course leads to all sorts of adventures for him once he gains a position as stable boy at Surrogate Farm with the quintessential Sir John and Lady Elizabeth Faulklands. Naturally they have a daughter, the allusive, gorgeous Sarah Jane and guess what Waine falls instantly and madly in love…. Emma. Emma is a fun loving kid who enjoys life to the fullest. She is young, bright and having been bought up in and around farms all her life is quite at ease with boys, animals and is always out for a good time. She also works on the farm as a stable girl and meets Waine under most unusual circumstances… Sarah Jane Sarah Jane is beautiful, rich, and born into the landed gentry. She is acutely aware of these assets and makes full use of them to her advantage. Sarah also grew up in and around farms but very differently from Emma. At eight years old she was sent to a very good boarding school in High Town, and after completing grade eleven was sent to finishing school in Switzerland for a year. She has recently returned and is engaged to be married to Anthony Squires… Anthony Squires Anthony is a land owner, not so wealthy since the wool market collapsed but still adheres to the basic principle that he was born 'with a silver spoon in his mouth'. He will tell you as he pontificates with a cigar and brandy after dinner that there is order in the universe. Pointing his finger at you through a haze of think smoke he will explain that God made men and beasts and created (white) men to be the powerful and mighty. So too there is order within mankind. Some men are born to rule while others to serve. It is the right and proper thing in nature and is written in the word of God. Women of course are there to serve men and of course procreate… As you gather Anthony resembles Darcy from Pride and Prejudice but without the intelligence or insight to understand the limits and stupidity of his prejudices. He is also a gay which adds a slight complication to his need to procreate with Sarah… Other Characters There are a few minor characters who also add interesting diversions to the story. Jeremy the leading hand runs the stable. He is also gay and worships Anthony. He is a really nice bloke but of course is in love with a right bastard. Sir John and Lady Elizabeth are complete nutters, likeable but living in a time warp of their own. Their only child is Sarah and they desperately need for an heir. Their plans may also involve Waine… Finally we have Donna. Donna is a girl from Black Bobs, a small isolated community of families living in the hills behind New Village a small country some distance from High Town. There is nothing politically correct about Donna. She is large, in fact the only way to really describe her that she is fat and has the gracefulness of a water buffalo. Donna did however have an easy going, happy disposition and it was hard not to like her. Sex was kept well and truly within her family. It was a private thing her father would say with her mother nonchalantly agreeing and should be with those closest to her. Donna had moved away to become a stable girl at Surrogate Farm and had settled in very well. The local lads all liked her and she was a 'real good sport' when it came to satisfying their needs. The Story so far SURROGATE FARM My life as a stable hand Waine Knight Chapter One How it all began I know I am naive. I always have been. I saw the ad in the paper and read it at face value. 'STABLE HAND WANTED - SOME STUD WORK REQUIRED'. APPLY SURROGATE FARM I mean wouldn't you? I thought, 'I could do that.' Mucking out stables, riding horses, helping the young mistress to mount her horse and all that sort of thing. I have spent my whole life being a little surprised and not really knowing what is going on in the world around me. Take my name for example. Waine Knight. Nothing unusual about a name until you know it in full. Waine Anthony Noah Knight. WANK for short. Other children used to snigger behind my back and I never knew why. Perhaps my parents are to blame. I had been told my fathers name was Fredrick Ulyssis Confusis Knight - figure that one out! I grew up in a very small country town called Westerway with a few other Westerwillians in a small island called Taswilly. I had a wonderful, although somewhat sheltered childhood with my Aunt Annabelle and her companion Sophie. My parents had separated soon after I was born and left me in the care of my Aunt. Things like men or sex were never, I mean never spoken of. In fact there were no men or even male animals allowed anywhere on our land. I remember once some kittens were born and within a few weeks the entire boy ones were quickly given away. Rosters became lunch, bulls and rams quickly de-sexed and as for me. I think they just tried to pretend I was girl. As for sex it seemed not to exist. Mind you I slept on the veranda outside my Aunt's widow and I would sometimes hear her groaning and then Sophie would give a yell before there seemed to be an air of calm settling over the household. I once asked them why Auntie Annabelle groaned and Sophie screamed at night only to be told that Sophie had bad dreams and needed comforting. I looked through the curtains once and saw Sophie with her head between my Aunt's legs, which seemed a rather strange way to comfort someone with bad dreams. But that is another story I can tell one day. I had written to apply for the Stable hand job and to my surprise I had been invited to an interview. I travelled to an old town called Richlands and with help from a girl called Emma I managed to find my way to Surrogate Farm. It was wonderful. A magnificent two story Georgian House with a sweeping driveway up to the front stairs. I had to walk from the bus station and soon found myself knocking on the front door. A very tall Butler appeared and told me in no uncertain terms to go to the servants entrance at the back of the house. Once there I was lead me into the polished, immaculate hallway. A Butler - I couldn't believe it. I thought they only existed in movies! Soon I was shown into the parlour. Seated behind her desk was a gracious looking lady who exuded strength and power. Asleep in an easy chair was a handsome man with big hands and slightly balding. I was introduced to them as Sir John and Lady Elizabeth Faulkland. She smiled, he snored. Then as the Butler moved his hand around I saw without doubt the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life. I mean she was gorgeous. Sarah Jane Faulkland sat on an old Victorian couch with her legs slightly to the side, hands delicately crossed in a light, cotton white dress which made her positively virginal in appearance. She of course kept her eyes demurely facing the downward after an ever so slight acknowledgment of my presence. I was simply stunned by her beauty and of course hopelessly and desperately in love! I had to shake myself back to face Lady Elizabeth in all her power and glory. She was bright, vivacious, somewhat loud and very 'horsy' in her mannerisms. No nonsense, lets get down to business and all muck in to get the job done. You know the type. Very nice but you wouldn't want to sit next to them on a long distance international flight! The questions began. Do you know about horses, can you ride, do you mind getting dirty, working long hours and so on? Then suddenly as though she were inquiring if I would like a cup of tea she asked me if I had ever masturbated? I didn't quite know what to say. You see because my Aunt and her friend had home tutored me and we NEVER talked about sex, especially boys I had no idea what she was talking about. So better safe than sorry I said 'No'. Have you ever had sex with a boy? Have you ever screwed a girl in her cunt? Have you had her suck your penis? The questions seemed to go on forever. I felt so silly. It was a different language to any I had ever been heard before. Something must have been making sense because I could feel my penis begin to stiffen. I thought it might show through my new trousers. I quickly looked to one side and noticed Sarah Jane had raised her eyes to my waist height. Of course this just made things worse and I began to shuffle and try to move my overnight bag to alleviate my embarrassment. Well what do you think John? Sir John had by this time opened his eyes and seemed much more interested in me for some reason. 'Yes seems a good sort of chap to me. What do you think Sarah?' Sarah just looked up to him briefly enough to nod and catch my eye for a split second as she regained her pose. 'Good, then we can expect you on Sunday after evensong. Report to the stables at 6pm' I left with the Butler who I later learned did actually have a name of his own - Henry seemed friendly enough but had a distinct glint in his eye as he said good bye. As I walked alone down the long cobbled avenue I began to think more and more about Sarah Jane and what my new life at Surrogate Farm was going to be like. Surrogate Farm Ch. 02 Episode Two - The Check Up Sunday evening was warm, sunny and bright. It had been a glorious Taswillian summer' day. I walked around the large house until I reached the Stable Yards and there before me were two entrances. One marked Studs and the other Studesses. Good I thought a little sense of humour goes a long way. As I approached the door a girl came running past and almost knocked me over. She stopped and stepped back to look at me. 'So you're the new Stable Boy, things are looking up around here.' With that she kept running. I opened the door to the stable to see a large, open stable with rows of stable yards made of rare Taswillian Blackwood panels. The stable itself was build from enormous Oregon beams which supported the roof and were held high by large round poles of redwood. I could smell hay, horses and men. Just as I was adjusting to the sights a rather effeminate man came rushing up with his hand out. 'Jeremy's the name. I'm sort of in charge here, welcome to Surrogate Farm.' I shook his hand although it felt rather weak I had little time before he began walking down the long and wide corridor with stalls on either side. Stallions seemed to be the only horses present and every second stall there were men and even some boys. They were all settling in reading, writing or organising their things. 'Sunday is a rest day, Oh yes we sleep with the horses to guard them. Each is worth several million dollars'. Anthony explained as we reached an empty stall It was clean, with a bed, straw on the floor and a bedside table and draws. Anthony soon left and I made my way to the shower block. Once undressed I stepped into the shower room. It was an open area with five shower sprays. There were already two men in the shower. I couldn't help but look down to their waists. To my surprise each one's penis was sticking straight out! I had never seen such a sight, except of course my own. Sometimes it does it without me really knowing why, like when I was being asked about sex and things in front of Sarah Jane. Both men smiled as I came in. I couldn't just leave so I started to shower trying to face away from the others. But as much as I tried I simply had to look again. They were both standing together facing in the same direction with one hand around their penis. They both began to stroke up and down the length of their organ. I was frozen with fear and fascination. I noticed they poured some oil onto the palm of their hands which seemed to add to their enjoyment. They stood with their legs apart and their hands began to move faster and faster, their faces became contorted, their knees started to bend and they were groaning with their eyes directly at me! Suddenly shower went cold and I woke out of my trance and walked, well almost ran from the shower. I could hear the men laughing as I grabbed my gown and ran back to my little stall. I lay awake for hours that night with my penis erect dreaming of Lady Sarah Jane Faulkland. The next day my duties started. My name was on the board with a list of things to do. Clean, yard, toilet block, muck out stalls and report for check up 9pm tonight. I completed my duties and met lots of different people, including the vivacious Emma. That night I waited in my stall for the check up. Anthony walked past in a business like manner and called out for me to strip to my jocks. I did so and waited a little longer until the doctor and his nurse arrived. He checked my pulse, heart rate, blood pressure and listened intently to my chest. Then he sat down on my small stool and said to his nurse, 'He's all yours' and then proceeded to read the newspaper. She was blond. Wore a short mini skirt, chewed gum and had long red nails, except for one I noticed, her middle index finger. She smiled at me and then kelt down and pulled my pants down. I was in a state of shock. Here I was in the middle of very posh stable, surrounded by people I had never met before with a nurse staring directly at my penis. I stood stock-still. I wanted this job and if it meant a little humiliation so be it. She then began to stroke my leg, first along the front then to the back and up to, I can hardly bear to say it, my balls. She stroked them very, very gently, until cupping them with her hands. My penis was of course reaching for the sky. I dared not look. Then I looked and now she was opening a bottle of baby oil, the scented type. She put a small drop on her finger and began to rub it slowly, agonisingly slowly along the base of the shaft. I was nearly bursting in agony and of course ecstasy. Then she blew on it. Just her warm breath was enough to make me nearly explode. Then as I looked up, looking as red as a beetroot I noticed a small balcony high above the stalls. There was a red think velvet curtain running along the back with a wooden cedar rail in front. Just then I was shore I saw the curtain move and to my terror I also saw a pair of eyes, the eyes were those of Sarah Jane Falkland. What was she doing there and why had she come to watch my medical checkup. Below things were also hotting up. The nurse had now moistened her lips and her tongue was just a few millimetres from my penis, one hand was still playing with my balls and the other gently rubbing the tenderest parts of my willie. Then as I watched a small droplet of liquid squeezed its way from the very tip. I thought I was going to die. Then the doctor looked up, asked the nurse about a cryptic clue in his crossword and satisfied with her answer said, 'I think that will do don't you?' With that she skillfully took out a tape from her pocket and measured the length and breath of my penis. 'six and a half inches, average.' she read out and noted it in her folder. She got up, smiled, said good night and left. As the doctor was leaving he lent back and said, 'listen old chap you had better have cold shower, you may need that (pointing to my erection) later.' I just stood with my mouth open until Anthony stepped in, looked at my penis and said, 'Nice, very nice Waine' with a rather lecherous smile. He held it for a moment, then patted it and left with a notable sigh. I looked up and the curtains closed as someone left. Now readers, any suggestions. What do you want to happen next. Who was behind the curtains and why? Episode Three: Being Prepared The next day all seemed to be quite normal. The birds were singing, people, laughing, jostling through their usual morning activities. After breakfast I prepared Sarah Janes horse for her early ride. Surrogate Farm Ch. 03 Episode Three: Being Prepared The next day all seemed to be quite normal. The birds were singing, people, laughing, jostling through their usual morning activities. After breakfast I prepared Sarah Janes horse for her early ride. Danny was a powerful stallion, black, shiny and beautiful. I polished his saddle, bridle and the rest of her gear in preparedness for her Ladyship. Then just as I led him out into the sunshine she appeared. It was like a dream. She stood there with the light behind her, silhouetting her figure with streaks of sunlight enveloping her like a goddess. I was speechless. I am passionately in love with Sarah. I have been ever since I could remember which is about a week ago when I first met her. She came forward, close to me; I could almost feel her body heat. With whip in hand she held onto the saddle and asked, with a slight gesture for a lift. As I cupped my hand she hopped up onto the horse and winked at me with an ever so gleeful glint in her eye before galloping out across the paddocks. I stood there for an eternity watching her, dreaming and saying out loud the words of Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines…. Now dear readers you are by now probably wanting to read something a little 'hot'. You have in your minds our young, naive anti-hero Waine Knight standing in a trance as his goddess, his love rides away into the sunshine. Well how can we make it a little more spicy for you. I mean you are reading this for a bit of a turn on aren’t you. Why else would you bother? Perhaps I should let Emma do that for you and tell you her side of the story. It was one of the stable girls. Emma is a country girl. She has spent all her life on and around farms since being conceived in a haystack after the annual show ball some eighteen years ago. 'Hi Ya, I'm Emma' I had to say something to break the ice. I hadn't really met this bloke before and my boss, Jeremy the leading hand had just given me some quite explicit instructions. It sounded like a bit of fun when he first suggested it but now here I was in front of this fella and I had to go through with it. Jeremy had just popped into the girl’s shower room for a quick perve I think and just yelled for me. He often does this but we just put up with it. He's harmless enough because he's gay and some girls find it a bit of a turn on being perved on especially if they are kissing or feeling each other. When I came over rubbing my hair with a towel I just stood there naked with my mouth open he told me what to do. 'Emma, this new chap who arrived last week I want you to find him and give him a bit of a wank OK'. Well I mean it was a little beyond my job description but he had left before I could say anything. As he walked out the door he turned and added, 'By the way make sure its only a little tease he mustn't.. you know… finish, Sir John's orders.' So here I was, under orders to give this guy a 'little tease'. Mind you he was quite good looking so it certainly wasn't going to be unpleasant work. Then I realised something very strange was going on. He was standing, almost in a trance and believe it or not reciting poetry. I followed his gaze to see the object of his concentration - it was Lady Sarah. This man is in love, poor guy with an impossible dream. I crept up behind him and carefully slipped my hand around his waist and managed to gently pull down the zip on his trousers. I couldn't believe it. He actually had buttons for his fly! I think these went out of fashion about 50 years ago. Oh well here goes. I managed to open it and slowly feel inside. His penis was alive and well. It sprung from captivity and gently rested in my hand. Ever so slowly I began to move my fingers along his shaft, at first just under neath and then I held it in the full grasp of my hand. He just kept on spouting poetry and staring at his loved one. This is great, I thought, I am giving this guy a real come on and he doesn't even know it! I wonder how long it will take him to wake up? My hand was moving faster now, back and forth, under and over as I could feel his body begin to sway with my rhythm. This was such a turn on for me I managed to slip my other hand under my dress and ever so gently feel my pussy. I think I was just about to cum when I realised he too was on the brink and Jeremy's instructions were very clear. I mustn't let him come so I just left him there, penis sticking out, reciting Shakespeare and dreaming. It really was a sight to behold. I couldn't wait to tell the other girls in the stable. The next day I had to repeat my performance. Sure enough there he was in the same place, looking far out toward the girl on the horse and of course reciting poetry. This time I did much the same thing but I had some company. Two of the other girls had crept in with me. They were amazed and once I got started they too became really turned on and began to feel each other as they watched me move my hand up and down Wain's penis. Once the first drops of pre-cum eased out of the tip of his rode I stopped. The girls nearly went mad. They had to be absolutely silent while fingering each other and seeing me showing incredible self-control by actually stopping before he climaxed. For me that was quite an accomplishment! After a few days of this I was becoming quite irritable. It may have had something to do with my PMT starting. Usually during this time I begin to hate men. Why should I suffer and not them. God must have been a man to inflict such a curse on women or maybe she was just in a bitchy mood that day! I wanted to get my own back on Waine. I also wanted to know why I was being asked to do this and from 'on high', Sir John himself…. A plan was hatching, the evil within me had an idea and I think might make Waine really jump! Well readers, was that a turn on? Comment and tell me if it was. Also what would you do to Waine if you were Emma and why do you think Sir John had ordered Emma to carry out such a darstedly deed on poor old Waine? Give me your ideas Surrogate Farm Ch. 04 Episode Four - Emma's Revenge Well I guess I am the best one to tell you about what Emma really dreamed up and how she got her own back on me. That’s right its Waine talking again. As you know by now I am, well a little bit, how would you say, unworldly. I had a rather protected upbringing and girls particularly are quite a new experience for me. On that particular day I was, after all, minding my own business, gazing out onto the meadows and paddocks where my true love, my only love Sarah Jane was galloping and jumping her horse in the morning light. I was so moved I began to recite one of my favourite poems from Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines…. Then I noticed Emma, one of the stable girls creep into the shed and quietly move towards me. I could just see her from the corner of my eye as she knelt down and to my amazement she began to move her hand around my thigh and very gently undo the buttons of my fly. At first I was so stunned I really didn't quite know what to do so I just stood there and pretended I hadn't realised she was there at all. Now come on guys what would you do? There you are dreaming about the true love of your life, reciting poetry and a girl begins to slip her fingers through your trousers! I mean would say, 'Excuse me but you seem to have lost your way.' Or 'I think your fingers may be inappropriately positioned'? I am not a complete 'dork'! By this time Emma managed to manipulate her fingers into my trousers and had started to touch my penis. Having a mind of its own it began to react by growing ever upward and pointing toward the picture of may dreams, Sarah. Emma carefully moved further into the depths of my garments and reached my skin. I nearly choked. A girl had never done this to me before except my Aunties friend who occasionally found it necessary to ensure I had washed my penis properly - even when I was fifteen years old. At last Emma released it. She was wonderful. She pulled her hand away for just a few seconds to lick her fingers before ever so slowly moving her index finger gently along the base of my penis. I really thought I was in heaven. Her movements were slow, even and rhythmical. I thought I was going to die. Then without warning she left. I couldn't believe it. There I was standing with my penis sticking out of my trousers, looking out to Sarah Jane who God had created on one of his better afternoons and feeling a complete dickhead - excuse the pun. The next day the same thing happened except this time she placed her whole hand around my penis and moved it quite fast up and down, up and down and just as I was about to 'Thankyou' or some other appropriate comment when she left. By the following day I was beginning to really look forward to Emma’s little antics. I also noticed two of her friends had come into watch. They seemed to be very close and were groaning a lot. I could see their hands had moved into each others jompers and were moving gently together. They were actually kissing although their eyes were looking directly at what I had to offer. A chap could really get carried away with fantasies in this sort of situation. By the fourth day I did begin to wonder what this was all about. And then my ego got the best of me and I decided they must just like me and this was their way of showing it. A little strange though. On the fifth day my adventures took a turn for the unexpected. After sending Sarah Jane off for her ride I stood once again in my place of contemplation, waiting and hoping for yet another visit from Emma and her friends. Then to my astonishment the door flew open and in marched Donna. What can I say about Donna except that she is big. I mean really big. She would make a water buffalo look gracious. Even so the few times I had met her she seemed to smile a lot and was always laughing. I was motionless as she bowled up to me with a wide grin on her face and said, 'Goodday Waine, Emma told me to do this'. With that she pushed her ape like hand through my fly into my boxers and grabbed my penis like it was a lump of dough. Then she began to kneed it with all her strength as I was pushed backwards into the hay stack. 'Emma told me to give you a wank, so here I am… this is the way my uncle likes it'. She had my penis, balls and almost my arse in her hands as she took complete control. Strangely though my penis shot up as she began to rub it with great gusto and energy. I bet she would make a good dairymaid! Just before I thought I would finish she too stopped. What is it with these girls? I just lay there until I heard giggles from up in the hayloft. There was Emma and her two friends in hysterics and laughing so much they had tears in their eyes. I had to admit I had it coming - excuse the pun again. So I too started to laugh even though my balls were bruised and I was in agony. Then without warning the barn doors burst open and in came Anthony Squires himself. The Lord to be, Sarah's fiancé, and without doubt one of the most vindictive bastards to ever set foot on this earth. God made him on a really bad day. He was furious. His whole body was shaking with anger as he yelled at Emma. 'You little slut you were given a job to do and instead you let that animal loose on it.' Pointing at me - what do you mean 'it' I thought but decided this was not the time to discuss the issue. Emma was now in real tears, Donna began to sulk as Anthony turned to Jeremy, our leading hand. 'Put her in the stocks for the rest of the day and let the lads do the rest'. He left, Emma was taken firmly by two sturdy lads followed by her friends and I just fell back on the hay and went 'phuwww' or words to that affect. Now readers I think that is enough excitement for today. But what is this all about. Why is Anthony so angry and why did he order Emma to give Waine a cum free wank? Give us your ideas. What should happen to Emma in the stocks for disobeying Anthony and should she be saved or left to her fate? Surrogate Farm Ch. 05 Well I knew I had done it now. I was in big trouble. Here I was being literally man handled across the square. I could see faces watching from the windows and doors of the old buildings as I was frog marched toward what I knew would be a humiliating and exacting punishment. I had broken the rules. I knew that when I had asked Donna to play a trick on Waine. I also knew I was under strict instructions to do the deed, so to speak, my self. But I just couldn't help myself. I'm always getting into trouble, and usually just managing to avoid it at the last moment. Well that was until now. The rules when it came to punishment on the Estate were clear. You obeyed orders or took the consequences. I could of course leave. I had the choice. We could all leave if and when we wanted to. But if we wanted to stay we had to take the good with the bad and I can tell you today was not looking good. All I had to do was ask to leave and I would be free to go but I could never return. I loved working here. I loved the horses most of all, I had lots of friends and I was after all a country girl so events like today had been pretty much part of my life as long as I can remember. I had seen lots of others being punished so I knew what to expect and my brain was telling me to run but my heart wanted me to stay. I still couldn't work out why Anthony had asked me to play with this new fella Waine while he perved on that 'little high and mighty' bitch Sarah Jane. I was told to play with him but not to let him come. But why? Well it was too late to think about it now. Then the bell rang. Three times it sounded over the estate from the small Chapel across the square. They let everyone know that a punishment was about to occur. Workers all over the estate laid down their tools and proceeded to assemble in a various places around the small cobbled area in front of the stocks. There was a great deal of whispering, a few giggles and an air of nervousness in the circle of my fellow workers, family and friends. Even the Vicar felt it was his duty to be there, as part of his watchful role over his flock of course. I think though it may have been his more private member was the one leading him to the scene today. I knew what was coming. I had seen it many times before but until now I had been spared. I was to be humiliated, beaten or perhaps even worse, sexed in front of all these people as a public spectacle. I was lead to the front of the stables. Held firmly by the men beside me and looked at my instrument of torture - the stocks. They had been there ever since the family had settled here in the early 1800's. They had been used cruelly for well over a century and remained a symbol of power and subservience. I looked on in silence; my heart beating so loudly I thought I would wake the Owls. * At last Lady and Sir Charles Faulkener arrived. She sat comfortably on a chair especially arranged for her just in front of the stocks. Sir Charles leant easily on his shooting stick, and began to fill his pipe as if we were all there for an afternoon chat about shooting partridge. 'Now what have we here? Been a naughty girl eh? Anthony what's she been up which is so bad we all have to stop what we a doing and come the stocks? Damned waste of time if you ask me. Got better things to do' 'Defied my orders Sir.' As he said this he leant down close to Sir Charles ear and whispered something. He frowned and then looked toward me. 'Well Emma you know the rules. You can collect your things now and leave Surrogate Farm now and nothing more will be said. Or you can stay here, take your punishment and carry on as you were. What's it to be? Come on girl we don't have all day.' There was a hushed silence in the crowd. My voice seemed almost to have disappeared. And then in a broken whisper, I heard myself saying, ' I accept' 'Can't hear girl. Speak up dam it.' 'I accept my punishment Sir.' The onlookers relaxed, some called out 'good on you girl' while others settled back to watch the show. The show, which involved me, being center stage! 'Very well, six and one. Lets get started.' My heart sank. I knew what this meant. Six beatings but one what? Before I had time to think any further on the matter my two girl friends Carol a stable girl and Heidi the French nanny moved toward me as the men stepped back. There was and unspoken understanding between us. Carol had once been in my place and I in hers. Heidi was new and had only heard of such events. This too was her initiation. Her eyes were be excited, alive and alert. I could see her nipples beneath her white, lacy top sticking out like two beacons. They slowly began to undress me. First my top, then my boots and socks. Next my jeans and then my bra. Then Carol lent down and slowly lowered my favorite Mickey Mouse knickers. I just hoped they were clean. My mother had always warned us to have clean knickers in case we were in an accident and taken to hospital. I don't think she had this sort of situation in mind at the time! There was an air of nervousness and excitement in the circle of workers and family. I stood there naked. Defiant and proud. I was proud of my body. I could tell from the nervous anxiety emanating from the crowd that they too admired what I had to show. Why shouldn't I be proud? I felt powerful, I was the focus their attention. All eyes were on me. I could feel their eyes eating at my body with a desire most would never fulfill. I wasn't going to let that bastard Anthony get any satisfaction. I was strong. My head was high like a proud filly as I surveyed the faces around me. I soaked in the power. I could see it in their eyes. A glint of envy, of desire and pure lust. I know my body is beautiful. I could sense for those few seconds that others too recognized that fact too. I have been blessed with a body that is strong, leggy, and shapely. Why not admit it, it's simply true. I have long legs; white skin and sandy colored hair. I would not let them win. I stood and waited for a few moments with my head high looking straight ahead until a figure appeared from the crowd. Before me stood Lady Jane. She was still wearing her riding gear. Stylish jacket, a tie with white shirt, fashionable jombors and knee high boots. In her hand she held a riding whip. Her self-assurance and sense of place in the World simply came from her position of wealth and power. Although slightly smaller than me she still managed to stare at me with contempt and dispassion. She stood a few yards away and then moved slowly toward me until she was directly in front of me. There was no denying it she was beautiful in body and presence. Sarah stood a few yards away hitting the side of her leg with her riding whip, her left arm on her waits and her head slightly cocked to one side. Looking at me she moved very slowly, very provocatively toward me until she stood quite close staring into my eyes. I was transfixed. Her green blue eyes betrayed a sense of wickedness and malice which was both unnerving and a little chilling. She fixed her stare deeply into my eyes and held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity before stepping back and looking at my whole body, taking in every detail. My shoulders, my pert little breasts, down to my tummy button and finally her eyes rested onto the dark inviting triangle between my legs. Stepping back she circled me like a wild animal waiting to move on its prey. Her very presence and her intent made my breasts twitch with anxiety. I preyed they wouldn't betray me. She gently began to move her whip along the inside of may legs starting at my knee and moving up and up until she reached the dark triangle between my thighs. My whole body shivered with goose bumps. Resting it there, pushing ever so slightly she again caught my eyes again. She held my stare for quite a time and then whispered so no one else could hear. "I'm going to enjoy this" My whole body shuddered with trepidation and anticipation. I also vowed I would get my own back on her one day. Suddenly she stood back and nodded to Carol and Heidi who immediately came to my side and led me by each hand to the stocks. I was in a trance, I could no longer think. These things were happening to someone else. I had seen it happen to others but now it was me. Me I was here kneeling down onto the platform before the stocks. Feeling the firm leather under my knees and being led ever so carefully but firmly by the girls to my position of ultimate humiliation. I bent down. My head rested onto the half stock and my arms were placed into the armrests. Carol quickly lowered the top of the stock until it was firmly in place. I heard the loud click of the lock as it fell into position. There I was. There was no turning back. I had made my decision. A few moments ago I was proud and defiant. Now I was a hostage unable to move. My bottom was sticking in the air for all to see and do with what they pleased. My head and hands were held firmly in the old stocks so I could no longer see the people or who was behind me. This was my destiny. My life was now absolutely out of my control and literally controlled by others. I was alone. Suddenly someone was shouting calling my name. My knight in shining armor! I wish. Those things just don't happen in real life. Then I heard a scuffle, or what could have been a fight. I could see Sir Charles looking toward the back of the square. Then Anthony called out. 'All under control Sir' His gaze passed over me over me as though I didn't even exist. As if it was perfectly normal to have before you a naked girl held in 19 Century stocks with her bum in the air. Sir Charles moved his gaze back to someone else, I assume his daughter Sarah Jane. His eyes moved ever so slightly. I knew it was about to begin. My punishment; my humiliation. I waited, and waited and waited. In all it was probably only a few seconds but it seemed to last forever. The onlookers were silent; the tension in the air could be cut with a knife as we all waited. I could feel my heart beating, my nerves tensing and strangely I could feel the excitement of sexual desire. I was still the center of attention, I still had that power. Without me they had nothing. At last I felt it. The whip ever so gently being drawn across my bottom. My body shook with anticipation and fear. Then Whoosh... It came. The whip struck my bottom right across my buttocks. The pain, the humiliation was too much. I bit my lips to hold back the tears. Then whoosh and the second one hit my cheeks just a little lower than before. Sarah knew exactly what she was doing. I'll bet she's had lots of practice. Then a third and fourth. Each time, moving closer and closer to my fanny. By now my eyes were tightly shut but somehow I felt a presence, someone warm, caring and kind. I felt a finger run down the side of my face moving my hair away from my eyes and mouth. I could smell them, female, soft gentle, loving. Whoosh, smack. I half opened my eyes and there were two of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were dark, glistening with life and ever so inviting. They were so close, so close I could see in their reflection my momentary mistress. Another strike hit my backside but this time it was directly on my fanny. Before the pain could sink in I felt lips on my lips. Heidi was there. She was kissing me, holding me, comforting me. I was filled with both pain and pleasure. My fanny was alive with sensation, my lips were wet from my tears and my mouth was inviting. Heidi's tongue entered me. I had never kissed a woman before, well not like this anyway. She was wonderful, urging, moving, kissing and caressing. When the last whack hit my clitoris I was almost beyond control. I no longer cared about where I was, the onlookers, my friends, and my work mates. The sensations were here and now, never to be repeated, never to be experienced again. I pushed forward as much as I could, Heidi responded, more gently now, as if waiting for something. I had lost count of the whipping, lost all sense of time and was living for the second. We kissed, deeply, passionately and if the world was we and we alone. But slowly, ever so slowly I realized the whipping had stopped. Then I remembered. My punishment was six, pus ONE. What did the ONE mean? I thought it meant another set of strokes but they had stopped. Then I felt something touch me. I halted, froze, waited like a frightened animal. Heidi stopped too, looked at me as said, 'It's all right my darling, accept, accept your fate. I was on fire. My whole body burning with desire, pain and desperate to climax. To end my torture, but not to end it. I wanted it to last forever but like sex we want it to end but we are equally desperate for it to last forever. Something was touching my bottom, it was warm and hard. Someone was moving it toward my fanny. Then without warning, he thrust his penis straight into my wet, inviting pussy. I couldn't see who it was and I really didn't care. I just wanted him to pump me harder and harder.. Heidi clutched my hair and held my head tightly as the kissed me with her tongue. I could sense her in every way. Her smell, her touch her momentary love and passion. He pushed harder and harder. Driven purely by lust, men need to fuck and deposit their seed in whatever accommodating womb they can find. I felt his sense of urgency as his penis began to gain a rhythm, a momentum of its own. We kissed, he fucked I responded. His need was basic. Like most of the stable boys he was driven by the need to explode as soon as his body would allow. There was no finesse, no reciprocal feeling. Just, basic instinct. Heidi on the other had was involved, concerned with my needs more than hers. She soon felt under the stock and began to touch my nipple. She stroked it clutched it and pinched it to deepen my satisfaction and sensations. I felt his begin to spasm, his rod became harder, his movement more intense and then I felt him fulfill his needs and explode deep into my body. He waited until the last drop, the last twangs of his orgasm faded away before pulling out and leaving me with sperm dripping down the inside of my leg. That was it, my punishment was over but I was not. By now I was desperate to be fulfilled, to be satisfied through orgasmic pleasure. Heidi knew what I needed. My eyes begged her, pleaded with her to help. She looked at Carol. Carol looked at Lady Fawlkener. Their eyes met. They understood, they knew what I needed. Then without a word Carol moved to my rear. She knelt down with my wet dripping pussy in front of her and inserted her finger. Then I could feel her breath on my moist pussy lips. She touched my clitoris and began to gently lick up and down its length. Heidi put her lips back to mine. I responded, Carol licked, Heidi kissed and I was in another world. I could feel it coming. My whole body began to tremble; I could feel my orgasm moving, overtaking, and shuddering as I totally lost control. I could feel wave after wave of sensation as I reached my pinnacle and screamed inside Heidi's mouth. Being held so firmly made the sensation even more intense because all my movement was confined to my trunk. I couldn't move my arms or legs. At last I could feel my body change, and the first sense of relaxation, the need to sleep, to enjoy the afterglow, came over me. Heidi stopped, looked at me and gave me a final kiss on the forehead while Carol gave my canny an equally soft kiss. The onlookers burst into spontaneous applause. 'Well done Lass, good show.' was called out as they began to leave and return to work. I was quickly unlocked, covered with a toweling dressing gown and guided by Heidi and Carol to our quarters. What will happen to Emma? Why was she punished and what are the secrets at Surrogate Farm? Surrogate Farm Ch. 06 Episode Six I lay Relaxing in the bath I lay relaxing in a warm bath. My whole body felt totally satisfied. The pain on my bottom was now a hot sensation, the red stripes glowing with a sense of pride and defiance. I sat comfortably on a small half deflated rubber tube as I soaked in the bath salts and bubbles. Carol and Heidi were wonderful. They had bought me back to my stable loft, run the bath and carefully tended to my wounds. They rubbed salty water onto my bottom and all over my buttocks. It stung and I cried even more until they gently put me into the bath. It was full of blue, soapy bubbles with steam rising in the cool of the evening. They left me in peace. I lay exhausted, content and strangely at peace looking out the loft door across the Estate to the yellow, parched, but beautiful hills and valleys which surround and seemingly protect our lives. As I began to reflect on what had happened today I could hear Heidi and Carol in the next room. They were obviously still excited and aroused and were now happily working on each other to allay their tensions. I could hear Carol groaning, crying with anguish as Heidi licked her pussy. I could just hear the gentle slurping of two tongues, on two pussies. I could only imagine the scene as one crouched over the other. Tongues licking, pussies responding, their pace increasing, the tension, the build up, the climax. Then as last I could hear the sighs, the joy the trembles as they both collapsed into each others bodies to enjoy those precious moments after love making when the world is no longer, it is just you and another in love and as one. My thoughts returned to the strange things that had happened and why. What was Anthony up to and why was Sarah Jane so interested in Waine who had made the fuss in the middle of her punishment and why? Surely they knew the rules just as she had. It was her affair; no one else had the right to interfere. It was her decision. She had made it and no one else. She was independent and didn't like the idea of someone else interfering with her life even if their intentions may have been honourable. Suddenly the door flung open and in walked Jenni the cook. She was a dear. Jenni had been born on the Estate and had lived and worked here all her life. She was proudly Aboriginal. Her family had lived on this land for thousands of years before the white invasion. She was directly descended from the last tribal chief, Charlie, who had bravely fought the white settlers as their relentless quest for grazing land began to subsume their ancient lands. Anthony's great grandfather had finally killed and subsequently beheaded Charlie. His head was sent to the British museum and remained there for well over a century before Jenni’s tribal elders finally bought it home for a final tribal ceremony and was finally put to rest. His spirit of defiance though ran deeply in Jenni’s soul. She will never give up her fight for justice for her people. But the fact remained that Anthony and others like him still had all the power and white man's wealth necessary to keep the land. Her family and tribe had managed to have some land returned, a few acres of scrub near the river. It was home to many spirits whose mortal life ended by the brutal betrayal and cruelty of the white men. Jenni though was a survivor. She hated Anthony and his kind not only because of their ancient violence but also their persistent and uncompromising beliefs of white supremacy and for the pain his family had inflicted on her. Her husband Jack had left her pregnant before leaving for the War. He was killed by a land mine. Jenni never spoke of him again but we would often see her sitting alone in the evenings with his picture in her hand. No one ever disturbed her solitude. When you met her though the less observant person would scarcely know that such a troubled heart lay behind that cheery, happy face. Jenni swept in with a tray of food in her hands. 'How are you feeling luv?' she said as she used around looking for a small table for the tray. 'I must say you behaved very well. The best I've seen for years. You held you head up high and no one got the better of you. I couldn't have done it so well.' 'Have you ever been punished Jenni?' 'Of course my dear. I was quite a looker in my time you know and was always in trouble. In those days they used the stocks all the time and we didn't have no choice I can tell you. Not like nowadays when everyone is too scared of being sued or up for workplace harassment. Harassment in deed. If you do the wrong thing you take the consequences that's what I say.' By now the other two girls had come into the room and slopped into the bath. It was actually an old, very large horse trough so there was plenty of room. 'Tell us about it Jenni. What did they do to you?' Jenni looked a bit taken aback but Heidi touched her hand and said 'We would love to hear, we all love you Jenni and will never tell. It will be between us.' We all settled back in the bath to listen to Jenni. As she sat cross-legged on a bale of hay I noticed two of her toes were crossed. Obviously something which had come from birth. She saw me looking and just said, ‘My toes, come from my mother, and her mother, dear.’ This dear lady we had all taken for granted as she cooked for us all, day in day out year after year. We had taken her for granted and with it her life. I could sense that her story was one of little joy but one of hardship, loneliness and sadness. We could see it in her eyes as she paused before letting out a long breath and a sigh as she commenced her story. At first her words were barely audible. We could only just hear her as her whispers faulted and her voice croaked with pain. What was she about to tell us? I thought I had just about had enough for one day. As she started she looked directly at me. I began to realize she was telling her story for a reason, an important reason known only to her and I. She would tell it in such a way that the others in the room would only listen to the word while I had to listen much more closely for the hidden, deeper messages in her tale. Her tale of the past was, I realized, the key to present. I was pretty when I was young. I had long brown hair, way hips and legs, which could run like the wind. I was born in a cottage near Surrogate Farm and lived very happily as a child spending most of my time playing in the fields and grounds o the Estate. My first sexual experience came when I was a young girl. Nothing happened to me but one day I discovered a small window hidden under the shrubbery well away from the big house. I was with Billy my only girl cousin and together we managed to slide into the crack below the window to find ourselves in a tunnel. It was dark but pitted with a few light spots coming in from the occasional air funnel. We crept along the passage. It seemed to go on forever and ever until suddenly we heard noises. Billy wanted to go back. She held my hand so tightly I started to get pins and needles. We hardly dared to breathe until we came to a small landing looking down into what appeared to be dungeon. I think we must have been just below the chapel and must have been a place for priests and nuns to find solitude. It had a small cross and alter at one end with large metal rings along the other walls. I think it is what teachers would call a multi purpose room. It clearly had many other uses than prayer alone! It was however well lit and surprisingly warm. We lay there hardly daring to breathe, waiting and watching. As our eyes became accustom to the dimness of the candlelight we became aware of two figures sitting in large easy chairs below. It was by now quite late and they had obviously just finished a lavish looking supper laid out on an old, refectory table and were now enjoying their cigars and brandy. It took us a little longer to realize that both the figures were young men and wore no clothes except a bow tie! We watched, they idly chatted about politics and life on the Estate until one of the lads stood up and pulled the servants bell at the side of the fireplace. The light of the blazing fire silhouetted his body. Then I realized who he was. It was Master Anthony and the other was his school chum Samuel Slythers. A servant entered the room with more glasses of brandy. He too wore no cloths except a butler's jacket. I knew him too. He was Jeremy a young stable hand and clearly enjoying his new role! Replacing the glasses he stood facing the young Anthony in front of the fire. We were too far away to hear what was being said but then without warning the Anthony put his hand out and began to touch the Butler's penis. Though they had only recently grown into manhood they were still young, but beautiful in statue. Billy held my hand even tighter. We were frozen with fear and anticipation. Neither of us had ever seen a naked boy who had such big penis' before let alone one touching another. Immediately Anthony's member began to stir, it started to rise like a serpent's neck. The story of Adam and Eve suddenly began to take on a whole new meaning. Jeremy's penis also began to get bigger, and bigger. Anthony played, pulled, tickled Jeremy’s cock and then to our amazement, and in trepidation he pulled it closer to his mouth. Opening it his tongue began to lick along the base of the shaft in front on him. His mouth then took it fully in until it seemed to be swallowed deep into his throat. Jeremy began to pump, in and out of Anthony’s mouth until suddenly he began to spasm, his face grimaced with tension and sweat before a thick cream started to ooze from Anthony’s lips. He let go and we could see both penises against the fire glow. Our eyes looked up and there on the wall above us were two enormous shadows of the men's phalluses. Billy squealed, the boys looked up, we ran, and ran until we came to our escape window. Looking out the coast was clear, so we ducked, ran some more and hid for hours until we felt safe enough to go home. Little did we know what would be in store for us. Not then but we knew it would come. We also knew the boys would wait, and make us wait, knowing that we knew that they knew we were there. Our secrets were their secrets, binding us inextricably together for ever. We were to be pursued, not knowing when it would happen but the time would come and they would seek their revenge. That night in bed I lay thinking only of those images, my dreams, .. Now we were trapped. Trapped by desire to find out more, satisfy our most primitive instincts but at the same time terrified by the knowledge that they would seek us out and envelop us into their web of depravity and sinful betrayal of our innocence. We kept returning to our secret place above the room. That room, which revealed to us the most ardent of human vices and virtues. Many times it would be empty. Clean, lit by a solitary candle on the alter, other times we would see remarkable human depravity or joyous love. Then we would come and find a priest in solitary prayer Their excitement too intensified not knowing whether their intimacies were truly intimate or being watched by two pairs of eyes from the darkness. They knew we were watching. We would wait and see the boys retrieving the old iron key from the vestry porch and sneak through the chapel door. Billy and would duck along to our little entrance and creep along the tunnel until we found our ledge over looking the deep and dark room below. Then one day it happened. We had just settled back into our resting place eagerly looking forward to the show below. Anthony and Samuel were in the room. Dressed in their ceremonial kilts they stood in front of each other and soon we could see the distinctive bulge of Anthony's penis pushing and straining under the cloth to escape, to be free to be handled, fondled and relieved. His friend soon came to its rescue, moving his hand forward he slipped his fingers through the open pleat at the side. I could feel the excitement in my tummy, the anticipation of what would happen next. Was it excitement or desire? Did I really want to be the one holding, playing with that thing? I could only just see but imagined each night in my bed. Suddenly, without any warning I felt a powerful, rough hand grip the back of my neck. I was being pulled up, dragged by the scruff of my neck back along the tunnel so fast I could hardly stay on my feet. Somehow Billy had escaped. She was always quicker than me when it really counted. I was pushed against the wall, held with my face being crushed into the cold sandstone while my captor tied my hands and covered my eyes with a cloth. Strangely it smelt of lavender. Funny the things you remember. Soon our walk, our semi run started again. Along the tunnel, then down stairs, more sand stone floor. Cold, damp, musty and finally I heard a door open and being pushed through into warmth. I knew where I would be. In the room I had observed so many times. I had been the seeker, the observer. Now I had a distinct feeling that I was about to become a participant. Silence. I was being observed, stared at, devoured by my unseen captors All I could hear was the cradle of the fire, the distant wind outside and my own heart pounding from within. 'So nice of you to join us. A little black girl, Jenni I believe. And perhaps not so little now that I have met you in person so to speak' Anthony's silverton, almost slimy voice broke the silence. It was calm, evil in its intent and icy cold. I was scared. I mean really scared and he knew it. 'Now there's no need to be scared, is there lads. That is of course if you do exactly what we want you to do.' I could feel him walking around my frozen body. His touch on my cheek was ever so light I could hardly feel it. It was just enough to let me know he had total power over me. He could do anything he wanted. I couldn't complain because I was the one who had been spying. What could I say in my defense. "Well I just happened to be watching Anthony and his mate playing with each other" No it was here and it was my doing. I would just have to work out how best to survive what ever they had in store for me. I was alone with three, highly charged boys who could use me as there plaything and thee wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I was blindfolded, my hands tied in front of me and my insides felt like a beehive. Perhaps we should see more of you my dear. After all you have had the pleasure of observing us in all our glory. 'String her up.' His voice was a command. It was to be obeyed. Even I knew would have obeyed had I had any choice in the matter. Two pairs of hands took me by each of my arms and led me further into the room. I could hear some strange sounds coming from the wall and then I felt it. Leather straps being bound around my arms with what appeared to be some sort of hook attached. Suddenly I my arms lurched upward, at first a few inches, then more as each time I felt my arms reaching further and further toward the ceiling. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Now I was almost hanging. My arms straight above me, my toes just touching the ground. I didn’t have to wait for long for the boys to decide what do to me next. 'Strip her came the order.' First they tired to take off my shoes. I kicked and tried to scream but they were too strong. One held my leg like a horse being shoed and torn off one shoe and then the other. My pantyhose were next. This meant fingers reaching into private, sacred places. They dallied for a few seconds and deliberately rubbed along my crack. The other found his way to my other hole and managed to slip his finger in just a fraction, just enough to say 'Your mine now and don't forget it you little black whore.' My dress undid at the back. Someone carefully and slowly undid one button at a time until almost all my back was free. The gentleness was as knew it may be only a fleeting gesture. Without warning my dress was ripped from my body, its material tearing at the seams, leaving me with only my bra as protection. I felt a flick and it was off. I was naked. I was strung up like a piece of meat and being eyed by primitive, animal eyes driven by vengeance and lust. Not a good combination when you thing about it, especially if you were in my position. 'Now what do think happens to black girls who spy on others?' 'Well answer me.' His voice was menacing, teasing and cruel. He demanded an answer. 'I don't know' 'Well we had better show you.' Samuel, fetch me the No 6 please. With that I could hear a cane being whisked through the air and being slapped onto what I thought may be someone's hand. He was close now, very close, stalking me, making me suffer through the pain of knowing but not believing what was about to happen. He moved away. I felt the first stroke on my buttocks. It stung, but only until the next one and the next. He kept hitting me until my whole body was erupting in pain. He stopped and was clearly pleased with his handy work. My tears were streaming down my face making the blindfold moist and strangely soothing. What will we do to her now? ‘I think she needs to be well and truly fucked’ came one of the other voices. ‘Perhaps in her bum so she knows what’s good for her’. They were dangerous words. The tension was in the air. If Anthony let this happen it would be more than just punishment, would be rape. I could hear him thinking, knowing he couldn't go too far. He was after all the heir to his father’s lands and fortune and had no plans to ruin his future for some silly black wench he had found snooping on he and his friends. On the other hand he had to make this girl keep quiet. Knowing his secret was dangerous to his future and his plans. Then something happened. The door was thrown open and I could hear shouts, a fight going on and then something hard hit the ground. 'My my it seems we have a visitor' 'Young jack it would seem has come to your rescue.' How noble, but very, very foolish. His gallant efforts were no match against my two sturdy lads.' Jack, oh my God. Jack was little older than me. I had had a crush on him ever since I could remember. He was strong, beautiful and black. We had rarely spoken to each other mainly because he was ever so shy and I usually made a complete fool of myself whenever we did meet. Once found ourselves very close at a dance. My partner was being sick out the back of the hall and we happened to pass each other in a very narrow passage way. We met, our eyes locked together. Our bodies began to respond in that uncanny sort of way, which needs no words, just the need to let go and allow instinct to take over. Our lips flirted, only for a few seconds before other revelers broke our trance and my smelling, drunken partner bought me back to reality. Here he was. Billy must have told him what was happening. But he too was helpless before my captors. 'I think we have our answer to our little problem.' 'Jack ere can watch his little black girl being fucked.' What do you think of that idea lads?' Grunts of approval came from behind me. 'Well girl what do you think of being fucked in front of your black boy. Its only right and proper that natives should learn to fuck from their superiors. Don’t you agree?' 'It will be just like seeing animals mating in the paddocks.' 'No, no.' I was shouting, crying. I didn't want it to be like this. I wanted to be with Jack more than anyone but not like this. 'Well jack what do you say to the idea. I'm sure you would like to have bit of black cunt to play with especially after we have screwed her silly.' 'She don't want it, I ain't doin it.' Samuel. Samual, now the Very Reverend Samual, knew what to do. He struck me again with the cane. Just once but now it was cutting across my other wounds and the pain was excruciating. 'Now its like this. We keep punishing her for being a bad girl until you let us fuck her. Its as simple as that.' Surrogate Farm Ch. 06 Again I felt the cane, then twice more until I heard him say, 'Stop' 'Good man, very wise decision. I'm sure you'll agree eh Jenni.' 'No, not like this' but my words were lost in the commotion around me. I was lowered from the ceiling and pushed down onto all fours. My hands were held to around the prayer lectern and my legs pulled out as far as they could go. My pussy was ready, wet with excitement, pulsating with fear and my whole body in conflict. Nature is a powerful force. I didn’t want this. Anthony had gone too far, he knew it but couldn’t stop his quest for power and manhood. Then he just said very quietly I think we will blindfold your Jack as well then neither of you will no who has fucked you black little cunt and no will be able to tell on us! You will feel every bit and he will feel it in his soul. The man was a sadist! Jack was blindfolded and his mouth mugged. The room fell silent. No one spoke, I could feel their breathing, their masculinity, their violence and their animal sweat I could feel his presence, his strength the safety a captor brings to his victim. But who was it? Then it started. I felt his breath on my tummy, I felt his nose on my bush as he slowly moved his tongue into my pussy. I was wet. I couldn’t' help it. The pain the excitement and the thrill began to have and effect. I was starting to enjoy it. My mind said ‘no’, my body said ‘yes’. My bottom was in the air, I was vulnerable, excited and scared. My whole body trembled with anticipation. Then I felt it, something firm being pushed against my pussy, it paused and then pushed in a little harder this time. He withdrew but not for long before moving deeper and deeper into me. His actions were powerful, violent and forceful. They emanated from the baseness of man and expressed hatred, anger and disgust. I began to respond to his movements, his thrust, my thrust, we were united in a bond of cruelty and bondage. We were both on the verge of coming. I could only respond to my own body's needs. I could feel my body begin to tremble, shack with trepidation as my orgasm enveloped me from my canny to the spine and to every extremity. He lunged forward as he too released his spunk into my juicy, cunt. I threw my head up in defiance, pride and determination not to give into my oppressor. With a flick of my head the blindfold came off. I turned around and our eyes met. Mine revealed the betrayal of orgasm. His revealed shock, fear and the terror of being caught. He had not planned for this to happen. The very nature of his self, his sexuality was now exposed. The captor had been captured His look betrayed him. As he looked down to his once firm penis as it drooped in shame in his hands. He had been rendered impotent. The humilator had become the humiliated I collapsed on the floor and realized the others had left. I was alone, shamed and exhausted. Anthony's punishment was his and his alone. He was young then and still wanted to prove to himself and his mates that he could fuck a woman. Well not any more. I think the guilt and fear of what he had done made him just like men even more. You see he could never fuck a woman again. I knew deep down that Anthony would take out his revenge for his humiliation. I didn’t have long to wait. Anthony had to cover his tracks quickly. I never saw my Jack again. He was sent off to the Army and was lost in some pointless pre-election war. His friend Samual was offered the position of Minister at the Estate and the Butler, Jeremy, became head stable boy. I became pregnant and dispatched to some remote Aboriginal reserve away from my family, friends and my Land. The baby, a boy, was stolen from me by the Welfare as soon as he was born. He was fostered out. I was alone but ready for my revenge. I returned home. Anthony knows better than to interfere. He leave me be but his time will come.’ We all just sat, and waited for Jenny to finish. She was silent. We were all silent, sharing and allowing the fading sun to warm our emotions and feelings for Jenni. So there was much more to Anthony Squires than meets the eye. Now he had two enemies within. Surrogate Farm Ch. 07 Chapter Seven Shower Surprises The next morning everything seemed to be just normal at Surrogate Farm. I went to work and mucked out my stable, washed the horses and had breakfast. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. No one mentioned or gossiped about the fact that one of the stable girls, Emma, had been punished the day before. No one seemed to think it out of the ordinary that she should have been put in stocks, whipped by Lady Sarah-Jane and then summarily fucked in front of all the farm hands and stable girls and boys on the place. I even began to wonder if it had really happened at all, that is until I went to have my morning shower. Just thinking of her being held tight in the stocks, with her bum for all to see gave me quite a hard on. I undressed quickly and venturing into the shower room found the two lads I had met the other day in the shower obviously enjoying themselves. Joe and Nicholas I decided must be the cleanest boys in the southern hemisphere! It was hot, inviting and very sensuous as I stepped into the communal shower bay. To my surprise Joe suddenly called out, ‘Hey Waine, you want to play catch the soap?’ Before I could think a cake of soap came flying my way. I caught it, sent it back as fast was it came. This continued, getting faster and faster until Joe dropped it. They both seemed to freeze. Then Joe, very slowly bent down to pick up the soap, except it slipped out of his hand, and he bent further over to reach it. His bum was sticking up in the air and facing Nicholas. It was an enticing sight. Nicholas began to pour some Kneads foot oil onto his now elongated shaft. Looking me in the eye he started to stroke it, I didn’t know what to do but then he touched Joe. He held his bottom cheek firmly, pinching it and kneading it until I realised Joe’s penis too began to grow and grow. Still holding my sight Nic began to move his middle finger closer to Joe’s bottom and slipped it inside. I had never imagined boys would do this sort of thing to each other but I must admit it turned me on. Then without warning he pulled Joe’s bottom to him and put his penis right onto Joe’s arse. I just held my cock and watched in fascination. Then he moved in, his penis began to slide into Joe. He pushed it a little at a time, then pulled back and moved in. Inch by inch I saw it going into Joe who by this time was holding very tightly onto the taps for support. ‘You like to watch?’ said Nic. I just looked away but then I could see the vision of Emma in the stocks with an enormous penis being rammed up her canny as she was kissed by her friend. Just then Joe let out a yell and as I turned I could see Nic had pushed as far as he could go into Joe. They were both in heaven. I could hear the sounds of lust, pleasure and shear animal instinct. Suddenly the door flew open and in stormed Emma. It was so steamy her eyes first settled onto boys locked together in the corner. ‘Hi boys, having fun?’ ‘Hey. Emma. Ahhh, ohh,, yeah sure are. ‘Seen Waine?’ Nic pointed in my direction. She stormed over, and whacked me with her riding whip. Again and again she hit my thighs, my legs and my back. ‘Hey, what .. are.. you.. doing?’ She stared at me and said ’What do you think you were doing? Why did you interfere? You slimy little shit!’ She hit me again. Whack, whack until I could see the red streaks running across my legs. ‘Way to go’ came a voice from the corner. Emma walked over and whacked Joe right across his penis. He and Nic just collapsed in unison onto the floor, still fucking I should add! Then she faced me again. ‘What did I do?’ ‘You tried to stop my punishment. Have you any idea what it is like to be put in the stocks, whipped by that stuck up bitch and then fucked by someone I couldn’t see in front of the whole farm without you adding to my humiliation’. And then you come along and try to stop it. Who do you think you are, some medieval knight or something?’ ‘I …’ ‘Yes, you..’ ‘Well,’ now what would Annabelle have said? You see my Aunt Annabelle and her female friend Billaweena had taught me that men were the oppressors of women and that people suffered from false consciousness because of the capitalist system and the exploitation of workers, especially women. I could hear her now as she sat by my bed and gently played with my penis. She became transfixed with my penis as it grew and grew in her hands and over the years became larger and manlier. She would go on spouting incomprehensible Marxist-feminist doctrines in an airy sort of way which could easily have been a fairy tale. Sometimes she used to just play with my penis and make up a story as she went along using it and my balls as part of her fantasy. It was as though I wasn’t even attached. When I became old enough she would create a volcano or earth quake into her stories and I was usually the epee centre. I sometimes thought she and her friend were missing something. ‘ I think women are oppressed and you were being abused and exploited and it should have been stopped.’ ‘Oh my god, we have a born again feminist with a penis. Listen, I don’t know what century you think we a living in but that crap your Aunt and her middle aged lesbian friend fed you is ancient history. I mean Germaine Greer is old enough to be my grandmother. Read my lips. Girls like me don’t need to be liberated. We are free. I do what I want, when I want to and to whom I want, whenever I want, Got it, do you understand? I had a choice yesterday. I could leave or stay. If I stayed I had to obey the rules. I had broken the rules and I accepted my punishment and I certainly didn’t need some idiot to ride in on white horse to save me. You fucking arshole!’ She whacked me again and turned to leave. ‘I .. was only trying to help’ Emma paused, she turned and faced me again. O god why can't I keep may stupid moth shut. I spend my life opening it to take one foot out and putting the other back in. But this time she just stood there for a while, looking at me. Then with her whip hand on her hip and her head to one side she suddenly smiled. It was almost miraculous. She had transformed from a wild, angry creature to a really attractive, and dare I say it a rather sexy girl. Stepping back she moved really close, looked directly into my eyes while holding my penis and said, 'You know you are really quite cute.' At that moment we both turned our heads to the corner as we heard loud, masculine grunts coming from Nic and Joe. We both watched as Nic pumped Joe's arse while his hand moved faster and faster up and down Joe’s ever so large penis. Emma squeezed me as we saw Joe's spunk shooting from his tool and Nic began to grimace as he too shot his load deep into Joe's bottom. His spasms went on for what seemed like several minutes, Joe kept shooting until they began to slow down and hold for a few seconds before Nic withdrew leaving a trail of white thick cream on oozing from Joe's bottom. Emma then turned her attention to me. Her deep green eyes piecing into mine but with a very mischievous grin she said, 'Have you ever used this like that?' 'No...' 'Ever been sucked?' 'No..' 'Sucked someone? Now I was beginning to feel like a freak 'Fucked' 'Masturbated?' ‘Anyone else done it for you?’ ‘No, well, only my Aunt Annabelle, when she kissed me good night’ ‘I bet she did!’ She smiled and gave me just the ever so light kiss and said, 'Oh my we are going to have some fun with you!' She stood back, I looked down and following my gaze she suddenly seemed to freeze. She was staring at my toes. I went red with embarrassment. Embarrassed is a funny thing. This morning I had seen two blokes screwing in the shower, been whipped by a girl and my penis played with, none of which I found embarrassing. But now she was staring at my toes, the two that cross each other. I felt deformed, ashamed and instinctively covered my foot with the other. If truth be known that’s part of the reason I have been so shy when it comes to my body, I always think I will be laughed at. But Emma just looked and then stared at me again but with a much more inquisitive look. Then she was gone.