I want your mouth!
It was her first day at The Farm. She had arrived late the previous afternoon. She had been processed, marked and chained. Moving in the chains was difficult, and the shackles hurt her delicate wrists and ankles. She had hardly slept. The wooden floor of the slave barracks was hard, the cold wind blew through the cracks in the walls and the girl she shared a blanket with hogged it for herself. Breakfast was a cold, tasteless mush.
Her bare feet hurt as she was marched out to the fields with the other field slaves. She had managed to avoid the casual whips of the overseers, so far. It was barely mid-morning and her muscles ached from the unaccustomed work. She could feel the sting of sunburn on her back.
She looked surreptitiously at the overseer striding toward her. The long whip he carried flicked out casually and the redhead who had rested on her shovel for just a moment collapsed to the ground, screaming and clutching at her whip-stung clitoris. The man fascinated her. His bare torso gleamed with sweat, the muscles of his belly rippling, his shoulders slabs of muscle. Her eyes dropped to his tight trousers, to the snake-like bulge running down the left leg. Surely it couldn’t be real?
She dug industriously, ignoring her sore hands. She didn’t want to attract his attention, didn’t want to feel the bite of the whip he carried so casually.
“I want your mouth, slave!”
She looked up, fearfully. He towered over her, his teeth gleaming white against the blackness of his face. “I want your mouth, slave!” She didn’t know what to do.
“Suck his cock, stupid.” A voice hissed from behind her.
His hand hardly seemed to move, yet the tip of the whip licked out. There was a crack and a scream from behind her. She dropped to her knees, hands reaching for his belt. Trembling fingers undid it, opened his fly. Her eyes widened in shock! Surely that couldn’t be real?
“Take your time, slave. I got all day.”
Her jaw cracked as she stretched her mouth. He was hot, and tasted vaguely salty. She would never get it in! impossible. “All the way, slave.” She gagged.
His hand pushed firmly on the back of her head. She choked.
It was her first day at The Farm!