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Chattel Acres
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Chattel Acres
The next morning, I went to check on 816's condition, and found her
asleep on her stomach -- apparently the most comfortable position she could
manage. Without waking her, yet, I checked the brands. They seemed to be
healing already, and I noted that she had eaten the food and consumed the
water which had been provided. I also checked her left ear lobe -- the one
where the i.d. tag had been riveted -- and it was also fine.
I woke her with a couple of sprays of antiseptic on the newly branded
cheeks of her ass. This caused her to jerk and gasp as she went from a
sound sleep to fully awake in an instant.
She tested her bonds, and moaned as a further reminder of her
position was brought home. I grabbed her chain and pulled her to her feet.
"Okay, Kathy, time for more stuff," I spoke to her softly, as one
might any newly branded piece of livestock.
I lead her out of the stall and into another room. This one had a
large pit in the middle, into which I forced the frightened young female
with several hard swats on the ass. She was restrained by several straps
attached to the collar around her neck -- any movement was going to produce
a severe choking sensation for her.
Reaching down, I gathered her long hair into a pony tail, wrapped a
cord around the end, and tied it to the upper edge of the pit, above
Kathy's head. I didn't want what was to happen next to damage her
beautiful head of hair -- it was very valuable.
Going to a wall, I opened a valve and the pit began to fill with a
special chemical solution which quickly covered the newest member of the
herd up to her neck. The solution was a recently developed depilatory.
Fifteen minutes of soaking in this pit and she would not have a hair
anywhere on her body below the neck. And the best part was the effect was
permanent. It was not, however, painless. The sensation for Kathy was as
if each individual hair were being pulled out by the roots. She didn't
have as much body hair as some of the females had, but there was enough and
soon she was gasping and squealing with pain. I left her for a moment to
go and make sure the next part of her processing was ready.
"Mornin' Bob," I greeted the man in the white lab coat waiting for
us, "got a new one for the herd and she needs her rings put in. I'm just
finishing the hair removal, and I'll bring her right in."
"Sure thing, Joe, just bring her in and I'll get right to it. Been
kind of slow around here lately, not many new arrivals," Bob observed.
"Yeah, but that'll change soon. Got about a dozen new orders for
meat that we need to fill in a week or so, and with the Summer bar-b-q
season starting soon, I'm sure there'll be more after that. The catchers
will be busy soon and so will the kill floor, today and next week, for
sure."
I looked at my watch, "well she's about done, I'll be right back,"
and then went back into the room where Kathy was still groaning somewhat,
though all the hair had been removed. I opened the drain and flushed the
solution from the pit. Another valve was turned and a fine spray of water
covered every inch of her skin, washing the last of the solution from her
body and leaving it with a pink flush, smooth as a newborn baby.
I looked her over carefully to make sure that all the hair was gone.
It was. Her entire body, except for her head, was completely hairless, and
would remain that way for the rest of her life, what was left of it.
I lead a reluctant Kathy to a waist high table in the middle of the
next room. The table had numerous restraints on it and I had a little
difficulty getting Kathy to get up onto it.
"Up on the table Kathy," I ordered, but not unkindly.
"noooooo," she moaned.
SLAP! I swatted her firmly on the left tit, making her gasp and cry
out in pain.
"C'mon, girl, get up on the table," I said, punctuating the order
with a jerk on her chain. I had to pull once more, hard, before she
finally moved up onto the table. The restraints were put in place quickly
and she was completely immobilized.
"What's this one get?"
"One in each tit and one through the cunt lips, Bob. Mind if I stay
and watch?"
"No problem."
"You gonna gag her?"
"Naaah, I like to hear 'em scream."
Kathy's eyes were full of horror and she began to whimper, large
tears forming at the corner of each eye and then dripping back into her
long blond tresses. She was as pretty as a picture, all bound to the
table, unable to move at all. It was one of the things that made working
at Chattel Acres so rewarding.
Bob took a clamp shaped like a capital letter L which had a hole
through the short armed segment. This short part was placed over Kathy's
right nipple and a spring released.
"OW!" Kathy exclaimed as her nipple was captured in the jaws of the
clamp.
Now a long and fairly thick needle was pressed into her flesh through
the hole in the clamp, causing her to gasp and cry out again in pain. The
needle pierced her nipple and came out the other side. Bob worked it back
and forth, widening the initial hole somewhat before removing it. Then, he
reached into a bowl of sterile solution and got a large surgical steel ring
of the same thickness as the needle. After removing the clamp from the
swollen and bloody nipple, he pushed the open end of the ring through the
wound he had just made. Wiping the blood from the area, he applied some
antiseptic to the site.
The procedure was repeated on the other nipple, and soon, Kathy was
sporting two large rings on her ample tits, each two inches in diameter.
"Two down, one to go," Bob chuckled as he moved down the table to
where Kathy's legs were spread wide.
"Boy that hair remover sure does the trick," he commented as he
probed the young girl's cunt. "Look at this... smooth as a baby's butt,
and no stubble either."
"Yeah, and look at the juice. Did I tell you that this one came when
I slapped the brands on her yesterday?"
"You're shittin' me."
Bob hummed softly to himself as he took the special clamp and caught
one of Kathy's major labia in its jaws. She screamed loudly as the large
needle went through, but from the way her abdomen was heaving and the
reaction of her pussy to the pain, we both knew she was having another
orgasm. Her face colored with shame.
"Okay, Jim, the rings are in, she's all yours."
I lead her out of Bob's work area and through the barn where the
milking cows were kept. A smile on my face at Kathy's look of absolute
terror and revulsion at the scene before her.
There were about 75 females, completely naked, all ringed as she was
with the same type of collar. All were in individual wooden stalls about
four feet high and about five feet deep. Each stall had a padded floor --
well padded -- and all were open at the end facing the opposite side of the
barn. In other words, each stall opened onto an alley way which ran down
the middle of the structure. On each side of the concrete alley was a
gutter covered with a metal grate. As we walked through the barn, one of
the cows backed up over the gutter and let fly with a stream of urine,
followed by several large turds. The waste was washed down the gutter by
the constant stream of water which flowed there.
At the front of each stall was a stanchion, to which each cow was
secured at feeding time. The stanchion was a metal device through which
the cow's head would be pulled and secured by chains which went to the
collar rings. Food would and water were available from a trough which was
within easy reach of their mouths. They were fed twice a day, right after
milking. This bunch was just about to be milked. It was early morning on
the farm. I would be tending to the milking right after I released Kathy
to the young stock pens.
I lead her through the barn. No one spoke to her -- they knew better
than to speak -- and very little eye contact was made. These women had
been given drugs to bring on lactation (with a vengeance) and their breasts
ached when full. Right now all they cared about was getting to the milking
parlor to be relieved of their heavy loads.
Out the door and through a gate into a small pasture I lead the
bound, branded, and ringed blond. The non-lactating females were kept
gagged, except at feeding time, and I applied a medium sized ball gag to
Kathy's lovely mouth -- absolutely no resistance remained, I noted happily.
I released the bonds on her arms and then I released the chain from her
collar and slapped her on the ass.
"Out into the pasture with you, little one. Go play with the other
young stock. But remember -- no talking," I laughed.
Kathy yelped as she was slapped, but walked slowly away from me, her
branded ass swaying back and forth, toward a group of other young females
gathered at the far end of the pasture.
I ignored her and the others for the moment, because I had more
chores to do. It was milking time.
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