The Farm, Chapter VIa

Blame Turkey-day chaos, but here's teh last of the chapter.

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Alicia stared up at Hank. He’d been her boyfriend, but now… Now he stood, his cock dripping semen over Wendy’s shuddering body like a bull dominating his herd.

Why did I think of that… But it felt right. She looked around, and nobody was going to speak, not until Hank let them speak. It was…

Right.

She’d played at being his slave, his slut, but now she was wetter than she’d ever been because it felt real. Like a dominant male returning to his women, reminding them of their place.

Alicia started to slip her hand under her pants, wanting to touch herself, to bring herself off, to—

“No.” Hank looked at her and shook her head. “You don’t get to do that, without permission.”

“But…” Oh, God, I’m fucking hot, I need… Maybe he’ll fuck me?

“Are you talking back?”

“No—no, sir!” Alicia shivered at the word ‘sir’ as it exited her mouth. Not Hank.

Sir.

Wendy had rolled off the table and was on her knees by Hank now, her body gleaming with cum and sweat. She timidly put an arm around one of Hank’s thick legs, looking up as if she was expecting him to say something but Hank nodded, and then ran his hand through the Asian’s hair as she cuddled against him…

Like his pet. A fucking little pet that he’ll have at his beck and call…

Alicia wanted to be jealous. Hank was her boyfriend but…

But that wasn’t right, was it?

She was Hank’s girl. Not girlfriend, because that was something that could change. No, she was his girl.

And then Melissa was coming up to Hank’s other side, kneeling like Wendy had. He’d fucked them both, shown them who they were owned by…and now, even though Melissa had been disobedient, he was letting them show off their position.

Alicia glanced at Melissa, the older woman cuddling against Hank, her huge tits jiggling slightly, nipples dark and erect against her skin. Her eyes were wide and contented, almost bovine as she looked up at Hank, silent, waiting for him to speak.

Hank looked at Alicia and Carla, the Latina panting as she stared at her girlfriend.

Looking not angry, but jealous that Wendy got to be closest to Hank.

“You two,” Hank said. “Get up.”

Without even thinking of it, Alicia was standing up, Carla joining her.

“Show me why I should accept you.”

Accept us… Accept us as his girls, as his sluts…

Alicia reached down and slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head, her tits jiggling. Next to her, Carla was doing the same. Normally she’d be snarky, but her eyes were on Henk, the same passive acceptance Melissa had in her eyes. The two women tossed the shirts to the side, and then Alicia was cupping her tits, running her fingers over her erect nipples. Carla was doing the same, low moans coming from her. Carla’s broad form made her tits look perfect on it, the orbs larger than any of the other girls, and Alicia slipped behind her, pressing her own tits against Carla.

“I bet you’d love Carla, Master,” Alicia said, shuddering as she said the name. “Look at this cow… Look at those tits…” She cupped Carla’s tits in her hand, the warm flesh overflowing her fingers and palms.

Carla whimpered.

Hank chuckled and watched them. “Go on…”

“She’d be good at home. Cooking and cleaning and…” Alicia shuddered, thinking of all of them living here with their man, no more college no more playing, just serving Hank… “And you could breed her… Look at these milkers…” she started tugging and rolling the nipples between her fingers.

“What do you want, Carla? Would you like to be bred, to have me fuck you, make you mine?”Hank asked.

Carla shuddered, pushing her wide ass against Alicia. “Y-yes… I’d love…” Alicia lightly tugged one nipple, and Carla’s voice rose in a shriek. “Y-yes! Fuck me! Make me yours! I wanna be your little breeding slut!”

Alicia giggled, as she watched Wendy and Melissa staring at Carla, licking their lips. Wendy murmured a few words.

Alicia caught one of them. “Breeding.”

It’s a big farmhouse… We could have… yes… Alicia shivered, and then Hank gestured. “Carla, come here. Don’t take your pants off. Not until I give you permission.”

“Y-yes…” Carla moaned, and dropped to her hands and knees, Crawling to Hank, her nipples brushing the floor as she moved. Alicia stared, transfixed by the way her ass wiggled as she moved, and then Carla was kneeling in front of Hank, looking up at him with passive acceptance of her new status.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Hank said.

And Alicia was ready.