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 Robert 11_1 (Farm Liv'n is the Life for Me)

   A few folks wanted an update on Jay and Karen.  Well, here it is.  There
is mention of ped but no real detailed descriptions of it.  It's VERY heavy
on best.  I also tossed in a lot of religion since religion and farm life
kind of go hand in hand.  This story can probably be read any time after
reading "Enslaving Robert".

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   By The Devil's Advocate

   It was Monday morning.  This much Karen was sure of.  The 28 year old
always knew when it was Monday.  Not so much because it differed that much
from the rest of the week days, but because it came right after Sunday.

   It was Sunday that was vastly different from her normal schedule. 
Sunday mornings she was always brought to the main house.  Once there, the
prior 6 day's worth of dirt, sweat, dried animal semen and various other
foul substances would be washed from her naked body.

   A large dildo would then be placed in her cunt and another up her
asshole.  These were held in by a pair of tight leather panties.  While
Karen's hair was drying in curlers, her mistress would work on the slave's
nails and makeup.

   Less than an hour later, Karen would find herself wearing her Sunday
dress.  It was a fancy dress, or at least it seemed like one to Karen. 
Compared to what she went through the rest of the week, even a potato sack
would seem like a fancy outfit to her.

   Fancy or not, Karen never actually got to go anywhere in the dress.  She
was only allowed to wear it in the house.  And even then only during her
prayers.  Her master and mistress had a walk-in closet they converted into
a tiny "church" for Karen.

   Her brother, Jay, used the church also.  However, it was created many
months before he arrived on the farm so Karen always thought of it as hers.
Not that anyone really ever owned a church in the true sense.

   There wasn't much too it, but Karen still liked it considerably more
than the rest of the week when she and her brother lived with the animals
in the barn.  There was a large cross on the wall adjacent the door, a
picture of Jesus on the right wall and one of her master and mistress on
the left.

   Karen was required to kneel in the closet and pray for 5 hours every
Sunday morning.  The door was always closed and locked from the outside,
but for the longest time, her master and mistress used to also chain her
during this time.  Karen guessed that they didn't want her trying to kill
herself with the cross or maybe remove the bulb and electrocute herself
using the light socket that hung from a wire above.

   The truth was that in those early days Karen probably would have done
just that.  She still wanted her time on the farm to come to an end, but
her prayer time had taught her that suicide was a sin.  She also learned
that her time on the farm was necessary in order to repent for her sins. 
Karen learned all of this from the Bible that sat on the floor just under
the cross.

   The Bible started out as only a few pages.  A couple pages were added
each week though until the thing was almost 3 inches thick.  While Karen
now considered the book the true gospel, she hadn't always.

   In the beginning, it disgusted her to read the thing.  Her master and
mistress weren't just putting pages of the bible in her little church. 
They were downloading it from the internet, rewriting it and then printing
it out.  The first time she read those first few pages, Karen felt like
ripping them up.  She didn't dare though.  She didn't dare not read them
either.  She knew her master and mistress would quiz her later.

   That was so long ago.  Now it didn't bother her in the least.  In fact,
she now not only looked forward to her prayer time but even believed in
most of what was written in the special Bible.

   In the early days she would read through the thing and look for passages
that clearly were from the real Bible.  Over time though, she started to
believe the other passages her master and mistress added.  She didn't fully
understand why this happened.  She guessed that it was just because it all
made sense now.

   For example, there were many passages that talked about how sinners
should eat animal semen in order to repent.  At first this seemed
ridiculous to Karen.  However, in time it began to make perfect sense. 
Over ten years ago, Karen had a child that was the result of incest with
her brother, Jay.  There weren't very many sins greater than that.  And her
master and mistress made her eat animal semen almost every day.  And they
surely wouldn't make her do something like that if it wasn't in her best
interest.  Would they?

   Still, not all of the Bible made sense to her.  It wasn't so much that
she didn't believe what her master and mistress provided her, it was just
that not enough explanation was given.  For example, on page 128 it
mentioned that a horse dick should be worshiped.  However, it didn't say
why.  Some things you just took on faith though.  So, Karen worshiped horse
dicks every morning when she was required to make them cum.  Still, it
would have been nice to know why she was worshiping them.

   When it came to religion, these minor gaps in the Bible were the least
of Karen's worries.  Her biggest concern was for her 32-year-old brother.
Jay had only been at the farm for 5 or 6 months now.  Like Karen was in her
early days, Jay was now.  He not only didn't believe in the special Bible
but often even refused to read it.

   Karen feared for his soul.  While in her little church, she often prayed
not just for his soul but that her master and mistress would not give up on
trying to help him repent.  Just like they hadn't given up on Karen.

   She couldn't understand why her brother refused to repent.  Life was so
much easier on the farm once you accepted the truth of the special Bible.
Sure, Karen still had to do a lot of disgusting and vulgar things, but once
she accepted that it was for her own good she seldom ever got punished. 
Well, she did get whipped a few times each week still but it was part of
her penitence, not an actual punishment per se.

   Plus, their master told them that once Jay repented he would reward them
by allowing the two to start using the church at the same time.  The closet
was only a few feet wide and maybe 5 feet deep, so Karen wasn't sure
exactly how they would both fit.

   She guessed that her master planned to have them pray while "joined". 
They made the siblings have sex with each other a lot on the farm.  Karen
had trouble understanding this at first and even asked her master once
about it.  After all, having sex with her brother was one of her greatest
sins.

   Her master reminded her that the farm was holy ground.  Page 31 of the
special Bible clearly stated that all forms of sex were not only allowed
but encouraged on holy ground.  While it still seemed a bit of a paradox,
Karen couldn't think of any logic that would disprove it.  After all, God
was love and what better way to display love than to have sex?

   Karen still got a few whippings each week, but they were nothing
compared to what she used to get before she accepted the Bible into her
heart.  And they were certainly nothing compared to what her brother
currently endured.

   While Karen would pray in her little church, she could almost always
hear her brother's cries through the door as he was punished hour after
hour by their master and mistress.

   Life was considerably better for Karen on Sundays.  She not only got a
bath and her prayer time but even got further rewards afterward.  Yesterday
was a good example of this.

   Once she was done praying, her master and mistress took her to their
bedroom.  There she was given her Sunday tests.  The first test of course
dealt with the Bible.  This was the easiest test for Karen.  She read and
thought about the special Bible so much that she not only knew everything
in it but could now even quote many passages word for word from memory.

   This test was split into two parts.  The first part consisted of her
master or mistress randomly thumbing through a copy of the Bible and asking
various multiple choice and true and false questions.  These were
ridiculously easy for Karen.

   The second part was much harder.  In the second part they would ask
Karen a variety of "what if" type questions.  For example, a question they
asked yesterday was:

   "If the barn was on fire and you only had time to save a horse or your
brother, which would you choose?"

   Karen quickly stated that she would save the horse.  Her master frowned
and told her she was wrong.

   "While it is true that you must worship the horse, it is the actual
worshipping that pleases God and provides penitence for the sinner," her
master explained.  "A horse by itself is just a horse and accomplishes
nothing.  Besides, if you let your brother die before finishing his
penitence then you would be denying him access to heaven."

   Answering these type of questions was always hard because all possible
answers were normally correct.  It was just a matter of figuring out which
one was more correct than the others.  Karen's first instinct on this
particular question was to pick her brother.  However, if they had no horse
then they could not worship it and therefore seriously hinder both of their
ability to please God.  However, if the horse lived then at least one of
the siblings could carry on.

   She still felt her answer was a good one.  However, her masters answer
made good sense also.  Plus, she figured they could always get more horses.
But then, there were plenty of sinners in the world to bring to the farm
also.  That said, she was glad the correct answer was to save her brother.
She loved him so much.

   Karen ended up getting 5 of the questions wrong.  This meant 50 hits
with a belt...  10 for each wrong answer.  It was odd how Karen seemed to
get almost exactly 5 wrong each week.  Sometimes she thought her master and
mistress were manipulating the answers just so they could whip her.  Karen
knew she should be upset if this was the case, however, she knew her master
and mistress loved her.  They wouldn't whip her if they didn't.  After all,
everyone knows that the pain from a leather belt helps sinners repent.

   Karen had to get on her hands and knees for the first 25 hits.  Most of
the hits landed on her ass cheeks and thighs.  However, her master made
sure he landed a good 10 underhand swings on her cunt.  While she was able
to hold her ground on the ass and thigh hits, the cunt ones always made
Karen arch forward.

   The ones that actually made full contact with her cunt lips and clit
hurt so bad that she would often roll into a ball in pain.  She would
convulse on the floor sometimes for 30 seconds or more before she could get
control of her body and hurry back into position.  Too long of a delay and
it meant more hits.

   The final 25 hits went on Karen's back and chest.  For these Karen knelt
on the floor with her arms raised and hands cupped behind her head.  Her
mistress almost always gave these hits.  Ten hits went to her back and 15
to her breasts.  Her mistress would often say nasty things when she did the
breasts.

   Most of her body would be an angry bright red and full of minor welts by
the time her punishments were over.  Yesterday was no exception.  Her
master made her work in the fields last Friday and she had gotten a pretty
good sunburn on most of her body.  Therefore, yesterday's whipping hurt
considerably more than most.  For hours afterward her body felt like it was
on fire.

   That said, it really wasn't that bad of a punishment.  She would take 50
hits with a belt over 20 hits with a cane any day.  The cane not only
created much worse welts but often even cut the skin.  It was one of the
worst punishments on the farm.  There were a few worse ones, but she was
scared to even think about those.

   Once past the 50 hits, the rest of the night was mostly enjoyment for
Karen.  Or at least it was enjoyable compared to the rest of her week.

   First she got to ride her special dildo.  This has been a routine for
several weeks now.  Right after the questions and punishment they let her
take her dildo and plug out.  Then they have her ride a dildo they kept
nailed to the floor of the bedroom.  It had to be nailed down because it
was too big to stand on it's own easily.

   The dildo was shaped like a horse's dick and was 24 inches long and
close to 2.5 inches thick at the tip.  It got thicker the further down you
went.  The base of it was maybe 4 inches wide.  However, Karen could never
take that much of it into herself.  From what she could tell, she was only
taking maybe 14 inches.  That still got her down to about the 3 to 3.5 inch
mark.  That was pretty damn thick, but certainly not the thickest thing she
ever took into herself.

   Her master and mistress never stated it, but it was clear to Karen that
the purpose of the dildo was to prepare her to be fucked by one of the
horses on the farm.  The dildo even looked like it might have been molded
from one of the larger horses they had.

   The dildo was always unpleasant when she rode it.  However, she was
thankful to her master and mistress for allowing her to do so.  She doubted
she would ever be able to handle one of the larger horses.  However, the
dildo might prepare her enough for one of the smaller ones.  It would be a
great honor to actually be fucked by a horse.  She couldn't imagine any
better way to worship the animal.

   Often Karen even climaxed as she rode the tower of rubber.  All she had
to do was imagine it was a real horse dick and she would plunge over the
edge.  However, she could tell that her brother didn't find the experience
as enjoyable.  Karen noticed that when he rode it his dick would sometimes
leak semen, but he would seldom ever ejaculate.  Of course it was harder
for him to get excitement from it since he wasn't a true believer yet. 
Plus, her master and mistress normally whipped him with a belt as he rode
the dildo.

   Karen usually only rode the dildo for an hour...  30 minutes up the ass
and 30 up the cunt.  The next 4 hours often varied.  It always seemed to
depend on what mood her master and mistress were in.  Sometimes they did
things that involved sex.  Other times they didn't.  However, it always
involved humiliating Karen in some fashion.

   Even when her master and mistress didn't feel like doing anything at all
they still had Karen doing something degrading like maybe licking the
bathroom clean.  A few times they even gathered all the shoes and boots in
the house and had her lick them spotless.  Karen didn't like that too much;
especially the boots that were very mucky from walking around in the horse
and dog pens.

   It was not always fun per se, but she always felt pampered compared to
her time in the barn.  Evenings were always the best though.  Right after
getting out of the church, Jay would ride the horse dildo for an hour. 
Then it was play time.  Karen noticed that even Jay seemed to like this a
little.

   During play time Karen and Jay would first take care of their master and
mistress.  Then, the siblings would be allowed to mate while their owners
watched over them.  Karen liked to mate with her brother, but what she
really enjoyed was bed time.  The siblings were always tied together in
either a 69 or missionary position.  They would mate or have oral sex with
each other several times during the night, but what Karen liked most was
just being held by her brother.  She loved him so much.

   They held each other all the time in the barn, but it was different in
the house.  After a full day of being away from the animals, she felt so
blessed as they embraced all night.

   Still, she knew it would be even better once her brother became a true
believer.  It was such bliss knowing your soul was saved or at least close
to being saved.  That was clearly a long way off though for Jay.  Her
master and mistress still had to beat him for hours on end before letting
him into the church each Sunday.  And they always had to beat him even more
later because he failed to memorize any of the special Bible.

   Yes, Karen did indeed fear for her brother's soul.

   2.

   Jay hated every day on the farm.  However, he especially hated Mondays.
Monday mornings to be specific.  Despite all the punishments and other
humiliations he endured on Sundays, being cleaned up and even clothed for
part of the day almost made him feel human again.  They even got to sleep
in the house on Sunday night.

   Come Monday morning though, they would be marched naked right back out
to the barn.  Once there they would both be chained on opposite sides of a
horse stall.  Now days, Karen only had one leg chained to the wall.  Jay,
on the other hand, had both legs chained to the wall and his hands chained
behind him.

   Karen's hands were always free and there was enough slack in the leg
chains for her to embrace Jay, but Jay could never get his sister to
attempt to pick the locks on his or her bonds.  She refused to even talk
about it.

   It scared him how brainwashed Karen was.  It also concerned him that Tom
and Diane (their master and mistress) were trying to do the same thing to
him.  He had news for them, he would never break.  If it was just him, then
maybe.  But he had his sister to protect.  He loved his sister and that
love went a lot deeper than just brother and sisterly love.  He would never
give up until she was free of these monsters.

   "Breakfast time!" Diane said as she guided the first horse into the
stall.

   "Thank you mistress," Jay and Karen said in unison.

   Jay felt like telling Diane to go fuck herself.  He wasn't that stupid
though.  The first horse cock of the week was always the worst and there
was no point in making it even more so by getting a whipping while you
"worshipped" it.

   Karen took the horse's rein and tied it to a large eyebolt in the wall.
This was needed to keep the horse from deciding to leave.  Not that they
normally wanted to leave once Jay and Karen started working on them.

   The horse was well aware of what was going to happen and his cock was
rock hard.  Jay and Karen both knelt there on either side of the horse's
dick and bowed their head in prayer.

   "Thank you for giving us the honor of servicing this horse," they both
said out loud.  "We will worship his dick with our mouths and drink his
cum. Amen."

   Diane stood there with a grin on her face as she listened to the brother
and sister recite the required prayer.  There was a camera in the stall, so
there was no real need for Diane to actually physically oversee the two
slaves.  It just turned her on to watch them in person.

   Jay found the prayer very stupid and rather humiliating.  He still
recited it.  Had Diane not been there then he might not have.  It would
have meant a punishment, but that punishment would have come several hours
later when Tom and Diane watched the footage from the camera.  Jay didn't
want to be punished but knew that until they were sure he was broken they
would find a reason to punish him regardless of how good he pretended to
be. The way he seen it, at least this way he would deserve the punishments
he got.

   Jay frowned as he looked at his sister on the other side of the huge
horse dick.  He could always tell she was just as disgusted with the horse
dick as himself, yet she still looked so pleased to be allowed to service
it.  It saddened him that she was so brainwashed.  It made him feel so
hopelessly alone.

   What scared Jay was that despite his determination, he could tell that
he was slowly breaking as well.  It was happening so slow that he honestly
didn't feel any different.  However, there were small things here and there
that he noticed about himself.

   For example, there were some days when he would find himself starting to
actually feel respect for Tom and Diane.  Jay knew this was a very slippery
slope.  Once he started respecting them then it wouldn't be long before he
liked them and then eventually loved them.  He had to constantly remind
himself how evil they were and how much he should despise them.  It was
sometimes hard to do this since he knew that once he loved them they would
love him back and stop punishing him so much.

   As bad as this way, there were things even deeper in his psyche
changing. While Jay sometimes understood the reason his psyche was
changing, it was taking place so deep inside that he couldn't do anything
to prevent it from happening.

   Take now, for example.  He was angry with Tom and Diane, sad for his
sister, humiliated and disgusted at what he was about to have to do to the
horse...  yet, Jacob's dick was rock hard.

   Jay didn't understand why.  One day it just started happening.  It was
getting worse also.  At first he only got hard when he performed with the
animals.  Now, however, he got hard the second he was close enough to the
barn to smell them.  He often stayed hard all day long also.

   There of course were things happening to his psyche that he did
understand.  Like the fact that he was no longer as grossed out by the farm
animal dicks as he used to be.  Sure, he was still disgusted by them, but
when he first got here about 6 months ago Jay was so sickened by them that
he often threw up while servicing the animals.

   It was all a matter of desensitization.  Jay had plenty of experience as
a sex slave and knew this concept very well.  He knew that eventually he
would get so used to sucking the animal dicks that it wouldn't bother him
in the least.  He might even come to crave them.  There were little tricks
Jay knew that helped slow the process down, but there was no doubt in his
mind that eventually it would happen.

   "Get on with it!" Diane growled from the sidelines.

   Jay didn't dare delay any longer.  Refusing to do the prayers would
normally get him the belt but refusing to service the animals had much more
dire consequences.  The one and only time he refused to do this they drove
two nails through his dick and into a wooden post and then caned his back,
ass and legs until he was covered in welts.

   At the time, Jay thought for sure he was going to die...  or at least
loose his penis.  His master and mistress took good medical care of him
though.  They even kept him in the house for a week.  But then it was right
back out to the barn.  Needless to say, he never refused to service the
animals again.  Just like he wasn't about to refuse now.

   As Jay leaned forward, Karen reached out with her left hand to help him
maintain his balance.  That was all Karen did at first.  The first horse
dick of the day was always Jay's.  This was one of the many benefits Karen
got for being so compliant.  Once Jay was done with this horse then the
next one would be all Karen's.  However, she not only would get to use
primarily her hands on the horse but even got a bucket and sponge to wash
the dick off with before sucking it.  Jay had to take his dick all natural.

   There wasn't any real taste as Jay let his tongue snake out and give the
huge dick a long lick.  However, it was still mentally disgusting.  Plus,
there were almost always little white specks of gunk here and there on it.
These specks had more flavor but not much.  He didn't know for sure what
the specks were.  He guessed that they were probably just dried secretions
or the horse equivalent of dick cheese.

   Whatever the specs were, he knew he wasn't allowed to actually suck on
the horse's dick until all those specs were gone.  So, he continued licking
up and down the sides of the dick the best he could.  Karen occasionally
used her free hand to angle the dick this way and that so Jay could lick it
spotless.

   "That's a good faggot," Diane praised once the dick was clean.

   After all this time you would think statements like this wouldn't bother
Jay any longer.  But they still did.  The comments almost always made him
blush in embarrassment.  What really bothered him, however, was that lately
statements like this somehow also often gave him a small spark of happiness
that his master and mistress were proud of him.  The spark only lasted a
split second before it was replaced with hatred again, but Jay knew this
was still not a good sign.

   With the cleaning out of the way, Jay quickly moved his mouth to the tip
of the horse's dick.

   There were only 6 horses when Jay first arrived at the farm.  However,
his master and mistress bought 6 more shortly after.  At first, Jay was
surprised that they bought 6 smaller horses and not 6 big ones.  Then it
dawned on him that they did this for a reason.

   The smaller ones had huge dicks, but they were considerably smaller than
the large horses' dicks.  This allowed Karen and himself to deep throat
them.  It was impossible to do that with the larger, much thicker horse
dicks.  Jay also suspected that they planned to some day mate him and his
sister with the smaller horses.

   This horse was one of the larger ones.  Jay almost always got the larger
ones.  There was a bit of danger whenever he deep throated one of the
smaller ones.  With his hands tied behind him there was a chance he might
get too far off balance and fall.  This could result in damage to the
horse's dick.  Thus, his master and mistress seemed to keep most of the
smaller horses for his sister.  There was also the fact that the larger
horses shot a lot more cum.  And when it came down to it, eating the cum
was the worst part of the procedure.

   Even as huge as the dick was, Jay still managed to get 6 inches into his
mouth.  He then looked toward his sister and pled with his eyes.  It was
impossible for Jay to get the horse to cum with only 6 inches in his mouth.
Thus, he was dependent on Karen to jack the horse off for him.

   Karen just stared back at him.  Jay knew she wasn't just looking at him.
She was studying him.  According to the special Bible, you couldn't repent
by just eating animal semen.  You had to actually want to eat it.  Karen
was looking for signs that he was actually looking forward to drinking the
semen.

   This was another reason Jay was often sad that Karen was so brainwashed.
If she weren't then she would just start jacking on the horse's dick right
away.  Instead, she always waited for "signs".  Jay had no idea what
"signs" his sister actually looked for, but he knew for a fact her
observations were way off.  After all, he had yet to ever "want" to eat
animal semen.  Sure, he often wanted to just get it over with, but never
once did he want it.

   How long Karen waited varied.  In the beginning, she used to hold him
like that for up to an hour before he she would finally jack the animal
off. Over the months, Jay learned a few tricks to help convince his sister
he actually wanted to eat the animal semen.  He was starting to really
master those tricks also.  Now days she seldom delayed for more than 5
minutes.

   First he added suction to the dick.  This was hard to do since the dick
was so big.  Next he started moving his mouth up and down on the shaft. 
Every time the shaft would pop out of his mouth he would give it a kiss and
tongue at the horse's piss hole.  He would then slowly force the dick deep
in his mouth again until he was gagging on it.  While he was doing this he
would also concentrate on his own dick.  He could see his sister glance at
his dick from time to time so Jay always made sure his own dick was as hard
as possible.  If he timed it right he could even make his dick do little
lurches right when she was glancing at it.

   While these things were hard to master, the hardest was simply the look
he gave her while doing these things.  Karen seemed to almost be able to
read his mind whenever she looked into his eyes.  Sometimes he could fool
her but often he had to actually try to force himself to want to suck the
horses dick before she would finally start jacking on the dick.  He never
actually convinced himself, but he was positive Karen could tell he was at
least trying.

   "I want to suck horse dick and eat the cum.  I want to suck horse dick
and eat the cum.  I want to suck horse dick and eat the cum."

   Jay said it over and over again in his head hoping that Karen would pick
up on it.  He would say the phrase in his head, make his own dick lurch and
then bob his mouth on the horse's.  He did this for 4 minutes before he
seen his sister finally start jacking on the horse's dick.

   At first Karen went very slow and gentle.  Almost like she was teasing
the animal.  She always did this, even when she was sucking the horse off
herself.  He never asked her why, but his guess was that she figured she
could get a bigger load from the horse if she built the animal up slowly.
He could see this making sense from her brainwashed perspective.  The more
horse cum there was the more they got to swallow.  And the more they
swallowed the more they could repent for their sins.

   As Karen's hand sped up, Jay pulled his head back on the dick until only
the end was in his mouth.  He would have much preferred the horse shoot off
deep in his throat, but to truly repent you had to taste the cum as well as
swallow it.  If Jay didn't try to taste it then he knew that Karen would
make him suck on it much longer next time before jacking it off.  Besides,
when the horse climaxed the end of the dick always swelled up to the size
of a fist.  Jay wasn't sure what that would do to his throat but he knew it
often hurt his jaw when it happened in his mouth.

   A few minutes of Karen's talented hand and Jay got a nice burst of the
horse's precum.  While still disgusting, the flavor wasn't all that bad. 
It tasted almost like some caviar he got to sample at a party once.

   The precum didn't mean much though.  Even with Karen's talented hands it
could take as long as 30 more minutes to make the animal cum.  Karen was
pretty good though and seldom needed more than 20 minutes.  Jay wanted to
be ready for it so he kept his throat relaxed as best he could.  He knew he
still wouldn't be able to chug it all, but he had to get as much into his
belly as possible.

   When the first jet finally came it shot across Jay's tongue and into the
back of his throat so hard that it almost felt like it was going to break
the skin.  It took all his concentration not to gag as the hot fluid
continued its lightening speed journey down his throat and into his
stomach.

   The cum wasn't too thick but it was still kind of syrupy.  It felt
almost like snot as it went down.  It clinged together, so if you didn't
swallow each burst whole then you often ended up gagging on it.  This would
result in the following bursts being wasted, which was not a good thing.

   On the bright side, the cum didn't taste all that bad.  It wasn't
anywhere as good as the precum, but at least it was kind of flat and not
bitter like Master Tom or his own semen.

   Jay and his sister didn't suck all 12 horses off each day.  It was
normally just 4 horses total each day.  Then the horse would go 3 days
before it would get sucked off again.  This helped ensure a bigger load.  A
large horse like this one could sometimes cum up to a full cup.  However,
often it was only half that.  It seemed like a gallon to Jay though.

   The hard part wasn't just how much there was but how fast it came out.
He could only chug the stuff so fast.  By the time the 3rd jet came out he
was just starting to work on the 2nd.  As a result, some of the cum almost
always escaped his mouth.  This wasn't a punishable offense as long as it
wasn't too much.  Karen had considerably more experience and even she often
couldn't swallow all of the larger horses' climaxes.

   It was a penalty to waste the cum though.  This is where Karen risked
punishment.  Part of her job was to catch the cum if it looked like it
might drip down to the hay covered floor.

   This was a lot harder for Karen then one might think.  While she was
collecting that dripping cum she had to also pay close attention to what
was going on at the end of the horse dick.  You see, after the semen came
out there was always a few jets of a gelatin type substance.  Their master
didn't make them eat this part of the horse's climax.  Jay still always got
a mouth full of the stuff before Karen could react and point the head of
the dick away from his face.  And of course he was require to swallow
whatever was in his mouth.  It was so thick that it always made him gag. 
He sometimes even still threw up because of it.  He held it down this time.

   After the last of the gel shot out, Karen moved the dick back to Jay's
mouth.  Jay sucked at the tip of the huge horse dick for about 30 seconds.
He then pulled his head back away from it so that Karen could feed him
whatever she had collected in her hand.  He was happy to see she only
gathered a couple teaspoons worth.  He quickly slurped it up and added it
to the large pool already swimming around in his belly.

   After this was gone, Karen scooped up the remainder of the gooey mess
that was around Jay's lips and on his chin and neck.  Jay slurped this down
as well.  Karen then leaned forward and licked Jay's face clean.

   Once this was done they both leaned forward and gave the horse's dick a
kiss.  Karen then reach over and undid the rein from the eyebolt.  She gave
the horse a couple pats on the side and it backed out of the stall and
slowly walked back outside.

   "Jupiter!" Karen yelled.

   A few seconds later a much smaller horse galloped into the barn.  This
was one of the newer horses and it took Karen a few minutes to coax the
horse close enough that she could grab it's reins.  The horses seemed to
like getting sucked off, but they were not so hot about going into the
stall.

   Diane could have helped, but why should she.  The bitch seemed to get
off on watching the two of them humiliate themselves.  Not only did they
have to suck the horses off but they had to practically beg some of them to
get them close enough so they could do it.

   Jay would make hand movements and such but he never verbally begged the
horses to get closer.  It wasn't because he refused to do it.  The horses
just didn't respond to his voice like they did Karen's.  It was almost as
though they could sense that he didn't really want to suck them off and eat
their cum.

   Luckily, this horse didn't take too long to coax into the stall.  They
had to have all 4 horses sucked off before their master came back from
working the fields.  They never knew for sure how much time they actually
had.  Some days their master would not show up for hours.  Other days he
might show up before they even finished with the 3rd horse.  This meant
punishment when this happened.

   The last thing you wanted was punishment that early in the day.  It made
the rest of the day's activities 10 times worse when you had a freshly
whipped body.

   3.

   Farm work was hard.  It was especially hard on Tom.  He was viciously
attacked by a dog a long time ago.  The incident didn't leave him crippled
but it had come close.  Every year since then he seemed to have more and
more trouble moving around.

   Tom often felt like he was 38 years old going on 90.  Diane and he made
enough money off breeding the horses to get by.  So, technically he didn't
need to actually farm the land.  However, he knew his body would
deteriorate even faster if he didn't stay active.  It was the perfect
exercise for him also.  It involved riding a lot of machinery which
vibrated and thus loosened up his muscles.  He also had to walk around a
lot and even sometimes do some bending and lifting.

   In the beginning he used to even do the really hard work like chopping
out stumps and such.  He hired people for that now.  Or, if the stump was
in a hidden area he would bring the slaves out to do the work.  Well, he
didn't actually let Jay anywhere near an axe.  Karen did all of the
chopping.

   Tom would sometimes cuff Jay's hands in front of him and have the guy
remove most of the dirt with his bare hands, but for the most part Jay
would be there more for entertainment.  Diane and Tom would take turns
abusing Jay.  Sometimes they would even bring a few dogs for Jay to play
with.

   Digging up stumps like this often made for a fun day's entertainment. 
However, it didn't take them long before they ran out of stumps.  Any
stumps they had now came from trees they decide to cut down.  The farm had
plenty of trees on it and a whole forest of them around it, but none that
really "had" to be cut down.  Tom didn't want to make the farm a barren
wasteland so he didn't allow himself to cut more than one tree down per
month.

   He could get almost a full week's entertainment though out of a single
tree.  While he cut the tree down himself, it was Karen that had to cut the
tree into logs.  Using a hand saw of course.  While she cut the tree into
pieces, Tom and Diane would have Jay place the pieces into a neat pile.

   It took Karen considerably more time to cut the trees up than it did for
Jay to make the piles.  So, when Jay wasn't entertaining the dogs or being
whipped, they would have him move the whole pile from spot to spot.  One
hundred feet this way, then back that way.  There was nothing that turned
Tom on more than a slave covered in sweat.  Okay, maybe a slave covered in
sweat and whip marks turned him on a little more.

   Tom wasn't getting any younger though.  He could already tell that he
had maybe 5 to 7 more years left in him before he would have to give up the
farm labor.  He would probably be using a cane within a year or two after
that.  Most likely he would be in a wheelchair long before he was even 55.

   It was a very bleak future and it always upset him to think about it. 
One thing that always kept him going was Diane.  They had been a couple
since both of them were teenagers and he knew she would stick with him
until the very end.

   Jay and Karen also kept him going.  Not only where they fun to play
with, but they were the ones responsible for his current failing health. 
When Karen was about 11 years old and Jay was close to 14, Tom and Diane
kidnapped the kids and held them in Tom's basement.  They raped the kids
and made them play with each other.  They also made them play with Tom's
dog.

   They made the mistake though of leaving the dog in the cage with the
kids almost 24/7.  Over the course of several weeks, the kids managed to
train the dog to attack on command.  When Tom opened the cage one day the
slaves had the dog attack him.

   Tom was upset that the kids would try to escape, but he couldn't really
blame them for it.  However, to turn his own dog against him?  That was
unacceptable.  He loved that dog.  Yet, he had no choice but to put the
animal down after that.

   The damage the dog did to him was also very unacceptable.  It's not like
Tom was cutting on the kids with a knife or breaking their bones or
anything.  Hell, from what he could tell, the kids even got off on most of
what he did to them.  They would cry and beg but you could tell they were
getting their jollies just as much as Tom and Diane were.

   As angry as it made him whenever he thought about it, sometimes he had
to admit that in many ways everything worked out for the better.  Had the
kids not escaped then Diane and he would probably still be living in the
city with the kids locked in the basement.  They would have been so content
with that arrangement that they would have never decided to make the bold
move to the countryside to raise horses.

   As a result, they probably would have never seen their slaves sucking a
horse off, let alone multiple ones.  Life would have become rather routine
and boring.  Basically, their days would have consisted of going to an
office for 8 hours; coming home; fucking the slaves; watching them suck the
dog; then going upstairs and watch TV till bed time.

   The farm offered a ton more variety than that.  With so much space and
no one around to hear the screams, the possibilities were virtually
endless. That said, Tom and Diane were still limited by what Robert
approved.  Robert was Karen's son and Jay's nephew.  It was Robert that
delivered the two slaves to Tom and Diane.  However, the catch was that
they couldn't do anything new to the slaves without Robert's approval
first.

   Tom didn't like the restrictions, but overall Robert always did seem
reasonable.  Robert was just a kid though and Tom just wasn't that happy
about taking "orders" from a kid.

   Tom was pretty sure that if he wanted to that he could easily capture
Robert and add him to their collection.  Robert had a slew of evidence
against Tom and Diane, but there were only so many places the guy could
possibly hide it.  And even fewer places he would hide it where someone
might accidentally run across it in 6 months or less.  After just a few
months they could have Robert so trained that the kid would gladly tell
them were it was all hidden.

   However, for now Tom was almost grateful for Robert's control.  It
helped him keep Diane in check.  For some reason, Diane seemed to hate the
slaves even more than Tom.  Tom knew that if Robert didn't provide
restrictions then Diane would eventually talk himself into doing something
to the slaves he would later regret.

   Tom wanted Karen and Jay to pay, but he had no real desire to kill or
even maim them.  While the slaves may not agree, Tom thought of himself as
a very kind person.  He tried to be kind to not just other people but his
slaves as well.

   While his slaves' diet consisted of mainly just semen, Tom always made
sure they had plenty of it.  He seldom ever starved them.  He also always
made sure they were taken care of medically.  Or at least as well as he and
Diane could provide.  It's not like they could actually take them to a
hospital or anything for checkups.  But he always checked for signs of
illness and would research the best remedies on the internet when they did
get sick, got cuts or what have you.

   On top of all of this, Tom ensured his slaves were taken care of
spiritually.  He even provided them with their own special Bible.  The
special Bible allowed them to continue to progress as slaves while at the
same time practicing religion.

   Yes, it wasn't "true" religion and even contained a lot of stuff many
would find very sacrilegious.  But in the end, did it really matter what
the slaves believed as long as they truly believed they were honoring God?
While Jay wasn't a true believer yet, Tom could tell Karen's soul was
already saved.  In time he would save Jay's soul also.  In return for
saving both of their souls, Tom was sure God would forgive him and Diane
for all the other things they did to the slaves.  Two free passes for two
saved souls...  it was a fair trade.

   It was noon before Tom left the fields and returned to the main house.
He would have returned 2 hours earlier but he stopped to talk with his
neighbor, Blake.  Their houses were about a mile from each other but their
fields bumped up against one another.  They often timed their field work so
they could take their breaks at the same time and share a few beers.

   Technically, Tom should really hate the 48-year-old widower since he was
sleeping around with Diane.  Blake didn't know it but it was Tom that
actually suggested that Diane have an affair with the guy.  The affair
would keep Blake just guilty and paranoid enough that he wouldn't want to
visit the main house that often.

   Tom suspected that Blake would probably be okay with the whole sex slave
thing if he knew about it.  However, it was too dangerous to take the
chance.  But, if he ever did find out then his affection for Diane might
also help keep his mouth shut.

   Another important reason for the affair was that Tom was a bit sterile.
He wasn't completely, but the doctor said the chances of Diane getting
pregnant from him was rather slim.

   Tom and Diane not only wanted a child but kind of needed one. 
Especially a boy child.  Life on the farm was going to get real difficult
for Diane once Tom was forced to use a wheelchair.  A boy child could help
out around the farm as he grew up and then take over once he was of age.

   Tom and Diane already decided that if they had a girl or two before a
boy then they would put them in the barn with Jay and Karen.  This of
course meant they would have to keep the pregnancy quiet if they knew it
was a girl.  They knew Robert was keen on how to set up false identities.
When the time came, they probably would ask for Robert's help in this area.
This would allow Diane to go several cities away and get some basic
checkups and find out the sex of the child.

   The only thing they hadn't agreed on yet was exactly when they would put
the girl in the barn if they had one.  Diane wanted to wait until the girl
was 9 or 10 years old.  Tom thought that was too dangerous.  Diane and he
would surely bond too much with the kid in that length of time.  He felt
they should put the baby in Karen's arms the day it was born.  In the end,
he knew they would do whatever Diane wanted.  He just hoped he could
convince her before the time came.  But if all went well then they would
have a boy and no decision would need to be made.

   "How are my slaves today?" Tom said as he limped into the barn.  "Have
you been doing your prayers?"

   Karen's face lit up in joy as she quickly knelt and nodded her head. 
She then lowered her hand to her cunt and stuck her index finger deep
inside.  When she brought it out it was coated with sperm.  She held it out
so her master could get a good look at it.

   "Good slaves," Tom praised.

   Karen's smile got even wider.  She then brought the finger to her mouth
and sucked it clean.  During this Jay just knelt quietly and blushed in
humiliation.  Whenever they weren't servicing the animals, Jay and his
sister were expected to be fucking each other.  The special Bible referred
to this as "doing their prayers".

   Jay found the whole concept stupid.  Everyone knew incest was a sin.  Of
course, the special Bible said it was not only okay but encouraged since
they were on holy ground.  Jay noticed the special Bible used this loophole
for many things.

   "What's the matter faggot?" Tom growled when he seen Jay's all too
common angry glances.  "Does pussy really disgust you that much?  I know I
never see you having trouble getting hard when you are sucking dick."

   Tom knew that if he kept at it for another minute or two he would be
able to get Jay to start crying.  While he liked to listen to the guy cry
from time to time, the problem was getting the sissy to stop crying once
you got him started.  Yelling at him and beating him only made him cry
harder.

   Instead, Tom walked out of the barn and opened the gate that allowed the
other 8 horses access to the barn.  He then herded one inside and then into
the stall.  These horses didn't have any reins on.  They didn't need to be
held down though.  Today, the slaves' only job on these horses would be to
clean their dicks off.

   Karen did most of the work on these.  She would use the bucket and
sponge to do most of the cleaning.  Every once in a while though she would
angle the dick out so that Jay could give it a few licks.  Jay was pretty
busy though sucking Tom's dick.

   Tom wasn't sure why, but it really turned him on to see the slaves
washing the horse's dicks.  Especially when Karen would hold the dick out
like that and Jay would pull off Tom's dick and lick and suck on the
horse's dick for 30 seconds or so.

   Tom sometimes told Karen to lick the horse dick also, but he mainly
liked watching Jay do it.  Tom didn't really think of himself as gay
though. He just liked watching Jay do it because he knew the guy hated it.
Karen seemed to like it too much.  He knew that eventually Jay would start
to like it also.  Tom was sure that once that happened he could probably
come up with something else Karen or Jay would find disgusting.  He always
did.

   It didn't take long to clean each horse dick, so Tom never got that
close to cumming.  This was more foreplay for him.

   "Are my slaves thirsty?" Tom asked after the last horse was cleaned.

   Karen eagerly nodded.  Jay...  not so much.  Jay had good reason not to
be eager for his morning drink.  As Tom handed Karen a canteen with fresh
water, he reached down and grabbed Karen's bucket of dirty water.

   This was the same bucket Karen had used to clean 10 horse dicks off
with. The water was murky with little bits and pieces floating around in
it. Tom grabbed the sponge that was floating in the bucket and raised it
above Jay's head.

   The sponge was already dripping and Jay flinched as the cold droplets
fell on his naked body.  He didn't dare complain or try to back away. 
There were much worse things on the farm than getting foul water on you.

   Tom smiled as Jay tilted his head back and opened his mouth.  Tom then
squeezed the sponge.  Boy did it turn him on to listen to Jay try to guzzle
all that foul water.  Tom dunked the sponge in the bucket and then repeated
the procedure.  He only did this twice though.  He wanted to make sure Jay
had plenty of room in his belly for their next chore of the day.

   Between noon and 1 p.m.  each day was milking time.  Tom currently only
had one cow.  He had 2 cows way back, but Karen seemed to adopt one of them
as a pet or something.  She would talk to it and even gave it a name.  Tom
wasn't too sure this was good for her training.

   Tom didn't get rid of the cow right away.  Instead, he let Karen
continue like this for another few months.  Then, when the cow was
practically family to her, Tom made her kill it with a hammer.  He then
made her watch as he butchered it.

   Tom then fed Karen steak for over a month.  She cried every time she ate
one.  He couldn't believe how ungrateful she was.  Seriously, how many
slaves get to eat steak every day for a month?  Needless to say, Karen
didn't give the other cow a name or ever talk to it.

   They didn't get rid of all of the cow though.  Tom saved the skull.  He
placed it on a fence post in one of the back fields.  Each day before
serving Karen her steak he would take her out to visit the skull.  He would
make her stand there and watch for 10 to 15 minutes as the maggots had
their way with the skull.  Then, while she was eating her steak later he
would often refer to her as "maggot".

   When the skull was completely void of flesh and skin, Tom mounted it on
one of the walls in the barn.  He felt it would be a good reminder to Karen
of what happens to things she falls in love with.

   Tom sometimes felt bad about the whole ordeal.  However, he felt it was
necessary for her training.  It worked also.  It wasn't long after this
that Karen broke.  Well, she was already starting to break prior to this.
But the event seemed to speed up the process.

   While everything seemed to work out well for Karen, Tom was having a
much harder time with Jay.  Getting Jay to make friends with one of the
animals like Karen had was pretty unlikely.  About the only thing Jay
seemed to love was Karen.  But thanks to Robert's involvement, they
couldn't really do much to her.  Not that they would have killed her or
anything.  A good looking slut in exchange for a sissy faggot...  it
wouldn't have been a very good tradeoff.

   This was where all the "praying" came in.  Tom was mating the siblings.
His goal was to get a girl offspring from them.  If they had a boy instead
then Tom and Diane would raise the child as their own.  Provided of course
that they didn't have a boy of their own by then.  That boy would
eventually take over the farm and then later the slaves.

   If Karen and Jay had a girl though or a second boy, then that child
would become a sex slave.  It would take some fancy camera work, but Tom
was sure he could keep the pregnancy a secret from Robert.  And since
Robert wouldn't be aware of the kid, then they wouldn't have the same
restraints as they did with Jay and Karen.  They wouldn't kill the thing,
but they could start molesting it right away.  Something he was sure Robert
would probably not allow.

   Those were very long range plans though.  With luck Jay would break long
beforehand.  But, if Jay did last that long Tom doubted that the guy would
last long afterward.  Not when Jay witnessed some of the nasty things they
would do to his newborn child.

   Despite all of their "praying", Karen had yet to get pregnant.  Karen
swore her tubes were not tied which meant either her or Jay were simply not
that fertile anymore.  Either that or maybe all the dog cum Karen took up
her twat was acting as some kind of contraceptive.

   Tom decided he would give Diane another month to get pregnant.  If she
still wasn't pregnant then he would take further steps to get a litter from
Karen.  He would first stop letting the dogs fuck her cunt.  If that didn't
work then he might have Diane share some of Blake's cum.  Maybe use a
turkey baster to suck it out of Diane and inject it into Karen.

   He and Diane talked about fertility pills, but that was a bit dangerous.
Not only could it get too expensive but there was also the danger that it
might work too well.  One kid they could birth at home no problem.  Twins
or even triplets, etc., would be way too dangerous.  Plus, what would they
do if they had 3 to 5 kids at once?  They would have to make all the extra
kids slaves.  That was a lot of slaves to keep track of.  Training them
would become a full time job also.

   "Position!" Tom growled when he walked the cow into the barn and seen
that Jay had not gotten into position yet.

   Tom had already undone the chains that connected Jay to the stall wall.
While Tom was out getting the cow, Jay was supposed to be shuffling on his
knees across the barn to a bail of hay about 50 feet away.  Karen had to
get over there also but it was much easier for her.  Her feet were chained
together, but the chain was rather loose so she could crawl much faster. 
The binds on Jay's feet had no slack at all.  So he had to do a kind of
duck walk on his knees to get there.

   It was extremely hard for Jay to walk like that with his hands bound
behind him.  It was very hard to keep his balance and he sometimes fell
face first into the dirt.  Karen wasn't allowed to help him either.

   It was pretty much designed to give Tom another excuse to punish the
guy. It was technically possible for Jay to make it across the room with
time to spare.  But that was only if he didn't loose his balance.  And he
almost always lost his balance at least 2 or 3 times.

   Tom brought the cow to the bail of hay and then grabbed the leather belt
that laid on top of the bail.  Jay groaned in despair when he seen Tom
coming at him with the all too familiar belt.

   Jay's back arched and all the muscles in his body went tight as the
first swing of the belt landed between his shoulder blades.  A second later
Jay teetered forward and fell face first into the dirt.

   The belt landed on his back 6 more times before he could get back up on
his knees.  The hits didn't stop coming.  They kept landing on his back,
ass and legs.  To make it even worse, Jay had to now alter how he did his
little duck walk.  He had to exaggerate his body rotation.  If he didn't
then Tom would get a straight shot between Jay's legs.  And Jay knew Tom
was trying to do just that.

   "Oh!" Jay groaned when Tom finally got a clear shot.

   It was a good hit also.  Tom had swung the belt in an upward arch and
landed it right between Jay's legs.  The mid section of the belt slapped
against Jay's balls while the rest of the belt wrapped around and smacked
against Jay's dick and belly from below.  The pain was excruciating and Jay
fell forward again and then curled up in a ball.

   Painful or not, Jay couldn't just lay there.  He knew the hits would
keep coming until he reached the bail of hay.  So, he forced himself back
up.  There was only 10 feet to go but he still fell 2 more times.  One of
those times was because of yet another hit to the groin.

   "Ah, quit your crying sissy," Tom said with a laugh as Jay laid across
the bail weeping.

   Karen looked up at her master and begged with her eyes.  She knew her
master had to treat Jay this way but she still felt sorry for her brother.
Thankfully, their master didn't deliver any additional blows.  He just
motioned with his hand that Karen should turn Jay over.

   Jay groaned in pain as he was turned onto his back.  Laying on the bail
of hay hurt like hell.  The hay felt like a million needles were sticking
into his recently whipped back, and butt.  In comparison, the pain from his
legs was all but forgotten since they were hanging over the edge and not
contacting the hay.

   A few seconds later the barn's ceiling was blocked from Jay's view as
the cow was put into position.  The cow was used to this and it wasn't long
and it was positioned perfectly with one of it's nipples against the side
of Jay's face.

   "Good boy.  That's my little milk machine," Tom praised as Jay managed
to get the long nipple into his mouth.

   Jay immediately started sucking on the nipple like a starving newborn
calf.  While he put on a good show of being eager, Jay made sure he didn't
actually get too much of the milk.

   There wasn't anything wrong with the milk.  Despite how humiliating it
was to drink the milk this way, Jay actually liked the flavor.  He also
knew it was good for him.  However, he learned long ago that you shouldn't
drink too much of the milk too fast.  The human body apparently didn't
process milk like most other liquids.

   Milk seemed to be more of a food than a drink.  Thus, it took longer for
the body to process it.  Drinking half a gallon of it fast was almost like
eating a half gallon's worth of hot dogs or other solid food.

   Jay threw up all over the place the first time he tried to suck the cow
dry.  Now days he just put on a good show for his master while taking in
moderate amounts of the milk.

   Thankfully, his master didn't seem to care how much of the milk Jay
drank.  Jay just had to feed from the tit for about 30 minutes and then the
ordeal was over.  Karen would then use her hands to milk the rest into a
bucket.  After Karen got several drinks from the bucket, their master would
later take the remainder to the main house.  Jay assumed they must actually
drink it.

   If he wanted too, Jay could probably get away without having to drink
much of the milk at all.  However, the milk was normally the only other
thing he and Karen got to eat other than semen.  Besides, the milk helped
wash away the recent flavor of the horse cum.

   Tom unzipped his overalls and pulled his dick out as he watched Jay suck
the cow's nipple.  Tom was rock hard like normal.

   As part of Jay's training, Tom knew he should wait until the guy was
done feeding and then fuck Jay up the asshole.  However, Tom preferred
Karen.  The woman was a lot more fun when she wasn't fully trained, but he
still liked getting his dick wet in her.

   "Oh!" Karen said when Tom reached over and slid his middle finger up her
asshole.

   The insertion hadn't been painful, just unexpected.  For the past 5 or 6
months, her master and mistress seemed to focus most of their attention on
Jay.  They were always busy whipping him and shoving things in his asshole.
She knew her master and mistress still loved her, but in a way she kind of
felt a little jealous of Jay.

   Tom kept his finger up Karen's asshole as he guided her to the side of
the barn.  Karen kept her eyes on the ground to ensure she didn't trip over
anything.  She didn't need to look though to know where they were headed.
It was the wall that contained her pet cow Eliott's sun-bleached skull. 
This wasn't the first time her master fucked her in this location.

   Tom positioned Karen so that her face was only inches from the cow's
skull and her hands were positioned against the wall on either side.  He
could hear Karen start to cry as she stared at the skull.  He let her cry
like that for a minute before he reached down and positioned his cock at
her asshole.  A second later he was deep in her bowels.

   Tom knew Diane would be pissed when she found out he fucked Karen and
not Jay.  Every hour they took it easy on Jay was another hour it would
take to break him.  Tom didn't care though, it feel too good up the woman's
asshole.  Besides, the process of breaking Jay was the fun part.

   You can always break a broken slave even further, but that first big
step was the most fun.  Or at least to Tom it seemed that way with Karen.
She was a lot more fun to play with way back when she cried and begged all
the time.

   Now days, however, there wasn't much you could do to the woman that
would make her cry.  Even the cow's skull didn't really count.  Those tears
were of sadness for a lost friend/pet.  Tom would have much preferred tears
of despair and humiliation.  But, he would take what he could get.

   Tom was pounding into Karen's asshole as he thought back on the "good
ole days".  It wasn't long and he was climaxing.  He quickly pulled out of
her asshole and went balls deep up her cunt.  A few seconds later and he
added his sperm to Jay's deep in her belly.  The odds were against Tom
getting Karen pregnant but it at least gave him an excuse to tell Diane
later when she complained about him fucking the woman.

   4.

   "We should just leave them in the barn this winter," Diane mumbled as
she cleaned out the cellar.

   They would never actually leave the slaves in the barn during the
winter. They had an electrical heating device for the barn but it was a
huge fire hazard.  In the winter they only used it for a few hours each
morning so the slaves could take care of the animals.  Even then Diane or
Tom had to stay in the barn the whole time to make sure no accidents
happened.

   If the barn ever caught fire there was a high risk locals would see the
smoke and rush over to help put it out.  Refusing that help wouldn't be
much of an option either.  Any fire in the area risked spreading to the
trees and thus threatened all the neighbors in the area.  Diane could just
see them pulling the slave's bodies out of the barn.  It would be hard to
explain the chains on the corpses.

   No, the comment was just Diane's way of letting off steam as she did her
chores.  The slaves would end up doing most of the actually cleaning and
such.  However, Diane had to make sure she cleared the place of anything
that could be used as a weapon.  Even a soda can could easily be converted
into a good cutting device.

   Diane was just a little peeved because it was her cleaning the place up
and not Tom.  All the trash laying around was his handy work after all. 
Tom practically lived down there.  One side of the room had a big screen TV
and all of their video equipment.  It also had a computer where they
digitized and stored all of the footage of their slaves.

   Diane would go down from time to time to view some footage.  She would
even often stay long enough to masturbate to the videos.  However, she
never took beer, soda, chips with her like Tom did.

   "For fucks sake!" Diane growled when she found a steak knife on the
ground almost covered in dirt.

   She had to take a few deep breaths as she looked at the knife.  Tom knew
better than to bring anything so deadly into the cellar.  After calming
down, Diane looked where the knife had been found and judged the distance
from where the slave's chains could reach.  The knife appeared to be
several feet out of range...  but it was the damned principle of it.  Tom
would definitely be getting an ear full later tonight.

   Finding the knife worried Diane so much that she spent an extra 10
minutes just kicking around in the dirt to make sure her careless husband
hadn't lost any other deadly items down there.  Thankfully for Tom, Diane
didn't find anything.

   A small smile appeared on her face after she thought about it for
awhile. Tom did indeed know better than to bring a steak knife down here.
She wondered if he hadn't planted it there on purpose.  Not for the slaves
of course, but for Diane to find.

   They had a game they played to help spice up the sex life a little.  If
one of them failed to pull their weight one week or even went as far as to
do something to piss the other person off then they became a slave for a
few hours...  sometimes even a full day if it was really bad.

   They didn't get treated like Jay and Karen of course.  For example, they
would never make each other have sex with the animals.  Even the spankings
and such were usually just playful ones.  It was just enough slave
treatment to allow the offended person to let off a little steam.  And of
course it almost always ended up being fun for the offender also.

   When Diane first seen the knife she immediately felt a full day of
enslavement was a suitable punishment for her husband.  With at least three
or four things forced on him she knew he wouldn't like.

   Now that she thought he might have actually planted the knife there, she
was thinking maybe just 1 or 2 hours.  Sometimes Diane got a little crabby.
She knew this and tried to take it out on the slaves and not let it affect
her husband.  Over time though it would build up and she would just get mad
at Tom for no real reason.

   Stuff like planting a knife in the cellar was Tom's way of giving her an
excuse to enslave him...  and thus work off some of those frustrations she
might have built up.  Diane almost laughed out loud at the thought that he
would prefer a few hours of enslavement and possible physical punishments
over having to listen to her nag him all the time.

   Still, there was a chance he hadn't planted the knife on purpose.  She
would recommend 5 hours of enslavement and let Tom talk her down to just 2.
While the length of time was negotiable, what happened during the slave
time was not.  She could technically make him suck off a horse if she
wanted too.  However, she had to keep in mind that she made mistakes also
and would eventually become the slave and he the master.

   The only real limitation was that they couldn't treat each other like
slaves in front of Jay and Karen.  They also couldn't make each other do
something with the siblings that might hinder their training.  For example,
Diane couldn't make Tom suck Jay's dick.  That would make Jay possibly
loose respect for Tom.

   That said, Diane could somehow collect Jay's cum and make her husband
eat it once they were out of sight.  She did this a few times but it had
been for very severe offenses.  The steak knife was pretty severe though.

   Instead of Jay's cum, however, she might pay Blake a visit.  She will
get the man to pump her full of cum and then come home and make Tom suck it
out.  Tom would definitely hate that.  She bet that Tom would probably
blush like hell the next time he had one of his afternoon drinking sessions
in the fields with Blake.  It was just a shame she couldn't let Blake in on
the whole thing.

   She might fuck her husband with a strap on also.  Yeah, those two things
would definitely teach him to keep the sharp objects out of the cellar...
even if he was just planting bait for her.

   Diane was getting turned on just thinking about enslaving her husband
for a night.  She was tempted to masturbate but it was time to look in on
the slaves anyway.  She would let one of them take care of her.

   Tom usually left the barn by 2:30 p.m., so Diane made sure she checked
on the slaves around 3.  There were many reasons she did this.  One of the
main reasons was to ensure Tom hadn't left any keys or anything laying
around.  He never did but it didn't hurt to check.

   While Tom was always too nice to Jay and Karen, the slaves often needed
medical treatment.  It was seldom anything major.  Just minor cuts,
splinters, and welts that needed ointments and such.  And if the slaves
didn't have any welts or anything then Diane would often give them some. 
The last thing they needed was spoiled slaves.

   Both slaves were still at the bail of hay when Diane entered the barn.
This was where they were supposed to be.  The first order of business was
checking to make sure they were both chained to the eyebolts in the floor.
They were of course.

   This was "dog time" so it's not like the slaves would have tried to run
away even if you didn't chain them down.  If they did then the dogs would
have chased them down and chewed them a new asshole.

   They had 9 dogs total.  They started the farm with only 3.  They added
six more once they started training Karen and Jay.  While the first 3 were
just mutts, the other six were purebreds.  They had 4 Great Danes and two
Dalmatians.  Diane had insisted on the Dalmatians...  she thought they were
cute.  Tom liked the Great Danes but one of the mutts was his favorite. 
Tom did everything with that mutt.  He even took it hunting with him each
year.

   All the purebreds were already fully grown when they bought them.  They
had already been trained as guard dogs also.  Tom and Diane of course
taught all 9 dogs a few tricks of their own.  Like how to mount a slave.

   There was always the risk the slaves might try to teach the dogs a few
tricks also.  That was another reason Diane didn't leave the slaves alone
with the dogs too long.  Each night, Diane also made sure she checked the
camera footage as well to ensure the slaves weren't sneaking in little 30
minute dog training sessions here and there.  Tom and Diane had failed to
do this with Jay and Karen many years ago and Tom had almost paid the price
with his life.

   "Down!" Diane yelled when one of the dogs tried to knock her down.

   The dogs were so fucking randy all the time.  Diane could easily fend
them off but the chained up slaves didn't have a chance.  Both slaves were
on their knees and bent forward over the bail of hay.  Their legs were
chained to the floor on one side and their hands on the other.  They really
didn't need to chain Karen down any more, but they did anyway just in case.

   "Ugh," Jay started moaning in pain.

   "Oh, my," Diane said with a chuckle.  "I think someone just got
knotted."

   She didn't have to get a close look to know she was right.  She could
tell just by how still the Great Dane on Jay's back was.  The Great Dane
over Karen was still rapidly hammering into her.  He would do that for
another minute or two before he would decide to knot her also.  Out of
curiosity, Diane walked behind Karen to see if the dog was in her cunt or
asshole.  The dog was in her cunt.  This was normally the case but not
always.

   As she watched the dogs in action it suddenly dawned on her that Rambo
wasn't one of the two dogs.  Rambo was the clear Alpha of the bunch.  He
wasn't really bigger than any of the other dogs but he was definitely
meaner.  The other dogs always let him have first pick.

   "That bastard!  He's looking at 6 hours now," Diane said with a chuckle
when she seen Rambo sitting in the corner just watching.

   It was clear Rambo had already been satisfied.  This meant that Tom had
let one of the slaves suck the dog off.  There were a couple problems with
this.  The most important one was that it was the Dalmatians that were
supposed to be sucked off.

   When they first got the 6 extra dogs, there had been a few fights
between the dogs over the slaves.  Basically they were determining the
pecking order.  While all the dogs recognized Rambo as alpha, they still
sometimes had little skirmishes over who goes 2nd, 3rd, etc.  Diane didn't
like her pretty Dalmatians getting marked up in these fights.  So, she had
Tom make the slaves suck those two dogs off before releasing the others. 
This way the Dalmatians wouldn't be motivated to fight over the slaves.

   The other reason this was a problem was because Diane liked to watch
Rambo fuck the slaves.  Rambo wouldn't bite a slave unless the slave was
trying to run away or something.  However, the dog would fuck the shit out
of them.  He preferred the slave's assholes also.  Since Jay only had one
hole, it was him that Rambo normally chose.

   Rambo didn't just fuck them hard and then knot with them.  He would keep
on humping even after he was knotted.  In the last month or so the slaves
had stretched to the point that Rambo could actually pull his knot out and
slam it back inside several times during a mating.  It was an odd thing for
a dog to behave like that and they sometimes feared for the dog's mental
health.  But man was it hot to watch.  It was also hot to listen to the
slaves begging for mercy.

   Diane chuckled because this mistake was even more blatantly obvious than
the steak knife.  It just wasn't possible to mistake a Dalmatian for a
Great Dane.  One was white with black spots while the other was solid
brown. Diane laughed again as she thought about it.  Yeah, her husband
would definitely be getting the strap on in the near future.  And she would
now be making sure she used one of her bigger dildos.  Not one of the giant
ones they used on the real slaves, but still a pretty nice size one.

   As she thought about it, she commanded the two Dalmatians to follow her
back to their cage.  It was best to get them out of there before they
decided to do something stupid like try to cut in line.  One of the dogs
was reluctant to follow.  She guessed this was the one that hadn't gotten
his nut yet.  She felt sorry for the dog so she didn't insist on him
following.

   Instead, Diane locked the first one up and then came back and sat on
another bail of hay and called the Dalmatian over.  The dog quickly replied
this time.  It was clear he was hopeful Diane might satisfy him.  She
wasn't about to do that.  Sure, she fantasized about it sometimes.  It was
hard not too considering how hot it was watching the beasts fuck the
slaves.

   Fantasizing was one thing.  Actually doing it was another.  It just
looked too gross to do it herself.  She hadn't even gotten up the nerve to
give one of the dicks a lick to see what it tasted like.  She asked Karen
once and the woman said dog dick tasted kind of metallic.  The cum
apparently tasted similar also.  Curious or not, Diane had no plans of
trying it any time soon.

   No, she was just going to pet the dog and keep it company until she seen
an opening.  That opening came about 5 minutes later when the dog knotted
with Jay stepped over the slave's back and stood there butt to butt while
waiting for his knot to dissipate.  This was as good a time as any for Jay
to orally satisfy the Dalmatian.

   A couple of the Great Danes growled when they seen the Dalmatian being
taken to the head of the line.  They didn't dare do anything beyond that.
Not with Diane there.

   Jay groaned when he seen the Dalmatian being moved into place.  He
preferred getting fucked by the dogs instead of sucking them off.  Had you
asked him 6 months ago he would have said the opposite.  His asshole was a
lot looser now.  He had the same number of taste buds though.

   Diane positioned the dog with it's butt facing Jay's head.  She then
reached down and grabbed the dog's hard dick and pulled it back between his
legs until it was pointed behind him at Jay's face.  Jay didn't hesitate to
left his head up and open his mouth.

   It was about 9 months ago that Diane last felt a dog's dick.  She used
to have to hold the dog dicks a lot back then because Karen's hands were
always bound.  That was before Karen started to break and they could give
her a little more "freedom".  Now, Karen fed the dog dicks to herself all
the time.  She also did the same for her brother.

   Diane had almost forgotten how hot the dicks felt.  She read once that
their cum was just as hot.  Diane always stayed out of the line of fire, so
she hadn't actually felt the heat of the cum herself.  The dogs shot a shit
load of precum also...  like the Dalmatian currently was.  She avoided
these squirts as well.  It wasn't easy either.  It shot out of the end of
the dog's dick like a squirt gun.

   Diane let the dick soak Jay's face with precum before she finally
pointed it at his mouth.  She watched a few squirts go inside Jay's mouth
before she finally backed the dog up so that the slave could start sucking
on the dick.  Diane was very critical of the slaves, but even she had to
admit that Jay was a damn good dick sucker.  The dog's dick was at least
2.5 inches thick and 8 or 9 inches to the knot.  Jay swallowed it down like
it was nothing.

   "That's a good boy," Diane said.

   It was unclear if Diane was talking to Jay or the dog.  Jay blushed
anyway.  This turned Diane on.  God did she enjoy humiliating Jay.  As fun
as it was, she couldn't wait until the day he finally broke.

   Diane knew Tom primarily enjoyed the actual process of breaking the
slaves.  Diane felt it was fun also, but she much preferred a broken slave.
Karen was their first slave and the only one they had broken so far. 
However, Diane found that Karen was a ton less work now that she was
broken. It also turned Diane on to no end knowing that she had beaten the
woman.

   And make no mistake, in Diane's eyes it was indeed a competition between
her and the slaves.  Granted, it was a competition that Diane knew she
would eventually win no matter what.  However, every day the slave held out
was a small defeat for Diane and a victory for them.

   Once Karen was broken, however, the slave became a kind of trophy for
Diane.  Something she could look at from time to time and pat herself on
the back.

   Diane pumped the dog's dick back and forth in Jay's mouth for about 10
minutes.  By then she was pretty sure the dog was already done cumming. 
Jay's swallows had slowed down significantly and the dog was trying to pull
away.  Reluctantly, Diane let go of the dog and the dick popped out of
Jay's mouth.

   The dog knotted with Jay had gotten loose about 3 minutes earlier.  A
second Great Dane was humping him already but hadn't found the hole yet. 
Sometimes they found the hole right away, other times they might make it
all the way to climax without finding it.  Diane never helped them out. 
Why should she, they weren't her dogs.  Besides, it made for more
suspenseful entertainment when you didn't know if or when they would get
their dick up the slaves.

   Karen was on her second Great Dane also, but there was no doubt he had
found a hole.  They almost always found one of hers.  The slave was
grunting up a storm as the dog viciously humped her.

   "Which hole is he in?" Diane asked out of curiosity.

   "My sinful slutty cunt, Mistress," Karen replied.

   Diane reached down and combed her fingers through Karen's hair in an
almost soothing manner.  Karen was indeed a beautiful trophy.  Of course,
by Wednesday or Thursday the slave would reek of cum and her hair would be
all matted.  Right now, however, she still looked rather clean from her
Sunday bath.

   Diane petted her slave like that until the dog finally knotted with her
and did his turn.  Karen's cunt was stretched enough that she could easily
expel the dog's knot if she wanted.  She was required to keep it inside
though for at least 5 more minutes.  So, she squeezed her cunt muscles the
best she could.

   Once the dog was butt to butt with Karen, Diane stepped back from the
slave.  Diane then took her pants off.  Karen smiled up at Diane.  It was
an honor to be allowed to please her mistress.  Karen felt especially
blessed considering she had also gotten to please her master earlier.

   Both master and mistress in the same day.  That was indeed a rare
occurrence for her.  She used to please them both several times a day. 
However, since Jay showed up she was lucky to please just one of them once
in a day.

   Diane smiled down at the slave as she approached.  Ever since breaking,
Karen has been so eager to please.  Karen was smiling up at her with her
tongue sticking way out of her mouth.  And oh what a tongue it was.  The
woman's tongue was so long that she could easily touch her own nose with
it. She knew how to use it also.

   Getting into position so that Diane could take advantage of that sweet
tongue was easier said than done.  The bail was too low for Karen to reach
if Diane was standing and Karen's head was too far away if Diane knelt on
the ground in front of the bail.  There was a short stool they kept in the
barn just for situations like this.  Diane didn't see it sitting around
anywhere though.  They used it all over the place though so who knows where
it was right now.  They really needed to buy one or two more of them.

   Diane didn't want to spoil the moment by looking around for the stool
for 5 to 10 minutes, so she decided to just position herself with one knee
on the bail.  This would put her cunt right in front of Karen's face.

   Diane only kept the position for a couple seconds though.  The hay was
poking at her knee too much.  She didn't understand how the slaves could
stand that much discomfort.

   "Oh, that's right, they have no choice," Diane thought as she chuckled
at her little inside joke.

   Diane grabbed her pants off the ground and put them on the bail so she
would have a much more comfortable spot for her knee.  It worked.  Karen's
tongue felt like a snake on speed as it danced around on Diane's cunt.

   "Boy, you have a nice sinful slutty tongue also," Diane said.

   Diane could see Karen's eyes light up with joy at the comment.  This
turned Diane on even more.  It was so hot seeing the woman actually show
pride at being such a broken slave.  Several months back Karen would have
frowned and blushed at such a comment.

   Just thinking about it shot Diane right into a strong climax.  She held
the slaves head tight against her cunt for over a minute before she
loosened her grip.  Karen didn't stop sucking at the cunt though until
Diane moved out of reach.  Diane was a little upset at how her slave's
talented tongue had gotten her off way too fast.  She couldn't really
punish the slave for this though.  Not directly anyway.

   "It's been awhile since I Baptized you, hasn't it?" Diane said.

   This comment did get a blush from Karen.  A part of her felt great
disgust and humiliation.  Karen wasn't sure why she felt that way.  After
all, being Baptize by her mistress was such a great honor.

   The question was obviously rhetorical, so Karen didn't bother to answer.
She just tilted her head up the best she could and opened her mouth wide.
Diane knelt close to her slave's face again.  Nothing happened for a few
seconds.  Then a strong stream of hot piss shot out.  The stream of piss
lasted for almost 30 seconds before it tapered off.  Karen managed to get 6
swallows of the liquid but a lot of it had missed her mouth and splashed
all over her face and hair.

   "I think I need to Baptize you a little more often," Diane said as she
stood back up.

   Diane had noticed the blush on Karen's face.  It was a sign a little
more training was needed in this area.  Nothing major, just a small
tune-up. A few weeks of drinking Diane, Tom, Jay's and maybe even the dogs'
piss and that blush would disappear.

   5.

   "It's time," Jay thought to himself late Monday night.

   The best time for an escape attempt was actually in the morning while
the dogs were in their pen and their master was working the fields.  That
would give him plenty of time to free Karen and subdue Diane.  He could
then get the keys to Tom's truck and be long gone before their master even
knew they had escaped.

   The problem of course was Karen.  She was so brainwashed that she would
never even talk about escape let alone assist in one.  And Jay was always
kept too well restrained during the day to pick his own locks.

   Night time was different.  He was still well restrained but they bound
his hands in front at night instead of the back.  It was something they
always did.  He guessed it was so that no permanent damage would be caused
by having his hands pulled behind him all the time.

   Picking the locks was a piece of cake when his hands were in front of
him.  He had been practicing it for months now using Bobby pins,
paperclips, and anything else he could get his hands on.  So far the
paperclips seemed to work the best.  He finally mastered it about 3 weeks
ago.  However, getting the chains off wasn't the hard part of his escape
plan.

   At night the barn was always completely locked up.  There was also
alarms on the doors.  On top of this, Jay suspected there might be sensors
in the ground or something around the barn.  He didn't know for sure.  He
just knew that a few times he had heard Tom and Diane come out late at
night and check on Karen and he.  They also searched around the barn.  He
even heard Tom say something once about it being a false alarm.

   He had to go on the assumption that once he got out of the barn his
master and mistress would be aware of it.  This was a major problem.  You
figure 5 minutes at most before they would be out to the barn and confirmed
it wasn't a false alarm.  Maybe one more minute before they would let the
dogs loose on him.  So, he would have a 6 or 7 minute head start at best.

   Jay knew there was a neighbor's house he could reach in maybe 10 to 15
minutes.  There was a chance he might make it.  However, there was two
problems with this.  First, he didn't know where this neighbor's loyalties
might lie.  He was pretty sure from listening to his master and mistress
that the neighbor was a friend.

   Another problem was Karen.  She was too brainwashed and there was no way
she would willingly go with him.  Carrying her would slow him down too much
and he would never make it.  Leaving her behind was an option, but not a
good one.

   With luck, Tom and Diane would jump in their truck and head south once
they seen Jay made it to the neighbor's house.  However, there was a chance
they might take Karen with them.  Or worse, they might not run at all. 
Instead they might kill Karen and hide her body somewhere.

   If they destroyed all the tapes and other evidence then there wouldn't
be much proof against them.  It's not like they were in the big city where
the locals had lots of forensic resources available.  The local cops would
just do a quick look around and basically weigh Jay's word against Tom and
Diane's.  Jay would be lucky if he didn't get prosecuted himself or tossed
into a mental facility.

   No, he needed a plan a little better than that.  This is where his
master and mistress's little games came into play.  Jay found out long ago
that his master and mistress sometimes played sex games on their own.  Jay
figured this out via lots of small clues here and there.

   For example, Jay often seen pieces of bondage equipment and outfits that
were never used on him or Karen.  The biggest clues, however, were little
comments he would hear one or both of them mumble to themselves or say to
each other.  Some of the comments were blatantly obvious.

   The comment Diane made today was a good example.  She said "he is
looking at 6 hours now".  She clearly was talking about her husband.  Jay
had pieced together enough to know she meant she would be enslaving Tom for
up to 6 hours for something he did.  Most likely for screwing up the order
of the dogs.

   Jay had no way of knowing for sure, but common sense told him that those
6 hours would probably happen tonight.  They would have to change out of
the bondage clothes before following him.  It might also buy a lot of extra
time if Tom was heavily bound up.  It probably wouldn't buy him a ton of
time, but even a couple minutes could make a big difference.

   Before picking the locks, Jay waited for 2 hours after their master and
mistress locked the barn for the night.  This gave his eyes time to adjust
to the dark and also helped ensure his mistress and master would be well
into their games.

   Once loose, Jay quietly made his way across the barn.  Karen probably
couldn't yell loud enough to draw their owners' attention, but he didn't
want to test the theory.

   Once on the other side of the barn, Jay searched around the loose hay.
Several weeks back his master came out to the barn drunk.  He got undressed
but was so drunk that he couldn't even get hard.  This pissed him off so he
spent the next hour abusing the slaves.  Jay ended up passing out from the
pain.  When he woke the next morning he seen Diane picking up all of Tom's
clothes that were scattered everywhere.  Apparently, their master walked
back to the main house naked the night before.

   Anyway, Diane had overlooked the socks.  They sat there on the floor in
the corner of the room for 3 days before one of the animals finally knocked
some hay over on them.

   It took him a few minutes but he eventually found both socks.  He
quickly put them on and then stuffed some dirt and straw inside.  He then
peed on them.  This turned the dirt inside to mud.  With luck the mud would
hold the straw in place as he ran.  And with a little more luck the sock
would hold together for most of his trip.  The main goal of the socks
though was that he wanted to make sure he left a very strong smelling trail
for the dogs to follow.

   Believe it or not, getting out of an old locked barn isn't as hard as
one might think.  Especially when you know every single board in the place
by heart like Jay did.  Jay studied the boards every time he was moved
around.  Not just the inside but the outside as well.  There were several
boards in the back of the barn that looked like they were about to fall off
on their own.  Jay went straight for these.

   Sure enough, it only took minimal effort to push them out far enough for
him to slither free.  He only got a few feet though before all the lights
outside the house and barn came on.  Jay kicked himself the second they
came on.  There weren't ground sensors at all, there were motion sensors.
Had he gone out the very back of the barn instead of the side he might have
avoided detection.  It wasn't something to get too upset about.  He highly
doubted the house was approachable from any angle without setting alarms
off.  Being detected this far out from the house gave him a better head
start.

   Jay ran full speed toward the tree line.  He looked back toward the
house as he climbed a barbwire fence.  There was still no motion outside
the house.  The dogs were barking up a storm though.

   Once clear of the fence, Jay took off through the woods.  Jay could
easily see in the moon light but still had a little trouble navigating all
the trees.  The hay in the socks wasn't providing as much protection as he
had hoped either.  However, Jay was used to pain and had a gallon of
adrenaline pumping through his veins.  Even the various thorns he ran
through didn't slow him down any.

   This wasn't the first night he knew his master and mistress were going
to be playing their games.  There had been 2 other times in the past few
weeks.  However, this night had something those other nights didn't have.
Wind.  Lots of it.

   The wind was blowing East, so Jay had run North.  He kept running for 7
minutes and then curved to the East.  He also took the socks off.  He did a
gradual curve until the wind was directly behind him.  He only ran East for
about 2 minutes though before he turned and started going South.

   This was the risky part of his escape.  If the dogs were released sooner
than he expected then they would catch him long before he made it to his
destination.  He was also counting on the dogs not being that good at
following trails.  They should be able to easily follow the strong urine
scent.  It was his hope that they would follow that trail and not smell him
trying to double back down wind.  With even more luck they might reach the
socks and not be able to track him any further.  He wasn't counting on this
though since his feet were bleeding all over the place.

   Jay could hear the dogs in the far distance.  It was hard to tell
exactly what direction they were going.  All he knew for sure was that they
were now on the move.  He had a good 12 to 13 minutes on them though.  This
was perfect.  This gave him just enough time to get back to the house, grab
the truck and "slave" keys off the living room TV where they always sat;
get Karen from the barn; jump in the truck and then take off.

   Jay made it back to the farm a lot sooner than he felt he should have.
After getting his bearings he realized that he had not come back straight
South but had run Southwest.  This could have been disastrous had the dogs
picked up his scent.  He could hear them deep in the woods so they clearly
hadn't.

   As he ran toward the house he kept looking left and right.  He was
positive Tom would be in the woods with the dogs but he wasn't sure if
Diane would have gone or not.  His instinct told him that she would have.

   The bitch would surely want to be there when the dogs caught up with
Jay. Had the dogs caught up with him he would have quickly gotten on the
ground on all fours.  They probably would have bit him a couple times but
then they would have started trying to mount him.  While he wouldn't have
been chewed to death his escape attempt would have been at an end.  It's
hard to get far while you are knotted to a dog.

   Jay grabbed an axe as he passed the wood pile.  An axe is an all purpose
tool.  He could use it to get into the house if it was locked.  He could
even use it to get into the barn and to break his sister's chains if he had
too.  About the only thing it wouldn't do is start the truck.  He even had
a backup for that though.  Jay noticed that the farm tractor always had the
keys in it whenever he got marched passed it.  Even Monday mornings when he
knew his master hadn't ridden the thing in at least a day.

   A tractor couldn't outrun a truck though.  But it could outrun a truck
that has had it's tires punctured with an axe.

   Jay wasn't sure what he would do with the axe if he ran across Diane. 
He often dreamed of killing the bitch but he wasn't sure if he could
actually do it.  He was pretty sure he would just knock her out with it. 
Now, if she was holding a gun then maybe she might get the sharp side of
the axe instead of the blunt.

   Luckily, Jay didn't have to make that decision.  Diane was no where to
be seen as he rushed inside.  Not only was the door unlocked but the keys
were even sitting right where they were supposed to be.  There was always 2
sets of keys, one for his mistress and one for his master.  As he
suspected, one set was gone.  He didn't need both sets though.

   On the way back to the barn he could even tell the dogs were still deep
in the woods.  The plan was working better than he could have ever hoped.

   "What's going on?" Karen asked when Jay came into the barn.  "Why aren't
you chained up?"

   "We are getting out of here," Jay informed her as he found the right key
for her chains.

   "No!  We can't go!" Karen screamed in panic.  "We can't!"

   These screams were no surprise.  Jay knew Karen would resist.  She was
so brainwashed that she would probably resist for weeks following their
escape.  She would want to be with her master and mistress even after Tom
and Diane were caught and put in jail.  However, in time she would come
around.

   To make the escape faster, Jay had planned to punch his sister in an
attempt to knock her out or at least daze her.  Now that it was time to do
it, he just couldn't.  And besides, the dogs were still far away which
meant they had extra time.  So, he picked the kicking and screaming woman
up and started off toward the truck.

   He didn't even get out of the barn though before he heard Karen say
something that made him stop dead in his tracks.

   "We have to wait for her," Karen yelled.  "We have to wait for Linda! 
If we repent enough then she will be brought to us!  Then we can all be
together again!"

   For an instant the comment just sounded like more ramblings of an semi
insane woman.  However, it quickly dawned on him that she was right.  How
could he have been so blind.  He had been so focused on escaping that he
hadn't thought of what would happen to Linda.  If they escaped now then
they would probably never see their 12-year-old little girl again.  Robert
had their daughter and was already in hiding.  If Karen and he escaped then
Robert would surely go even deeper in hiding.  He might even leave the
country.  The cops would probably never find Linda.

   However, if they stayed on the farm as slaves then eventually Robert
would bring Linda for a visit.  He might even tire of the little girl and
decide to leave her on the farm.  It might be another year or two before
this would happen, but there was a good chance it eventually would.  If Jay
could convince Tom and Diane by then that he was brainwashed then escape
would be even easier then than it was this time.

   Jay was certain that Karen must have figured all of this out a long time
ago.  However, she slipped up along the way and actually allowed herself to
be brainwashed for real.  The basic logic for staying was still there in
her head, but it was now intertwined with her false religion.  The only
question was whether Jay could pull off Karen's escape plan without the
same thing happening to him.

   He had no choice but to try.  It was the least he could do for his
little girl.  He let Karen off his shoulder and the woman quickly ran back
to her chain and locked herself back to it.  Jay took a short look at the
truck parked across the yard before he dropped the keys on the barn floor.
He then closed the door and walked back to his sister.  He gave her a kiss
and then locked himself back up.

   The following five days were hell for Jay.  He was tortured repeatedly.
By the time Sunday came around he could barely crawl.  The harsh punishment
was no surprise.  He suspected that they would have preferred to kill him.
It is what he would have done had he been in their shoes.  However, Jay
knew that they didn't directly control his fate, Robert did.  And Tom and
Diane would never dare ask for permission to kill him.  To do so they would
have to admit that Jay had almost escaped.  Even then, Jay doubted Robert
had reached the point where he would kill someone.

   No, he wouldn't be killed.  The harsh punishments would probably stop
soon also or they would risk accidentally killing him.  He would now get
maybe a week or two of only light punishments so he could recuperate.  Then
they would consider torturing him some more.  Hopefully by then, however,
he might be able to convince them that he was on his way to being
brainwashed.

   Today when he was allowed in the church he would indeed read the special
Bible and do his best to memorize it.  He would continue to do this every
Sunday from now on.  He would even smile when he did his prayer of thanks
for being allowed to service the animals.

   With luck, the harsh punishments would not resume, or at least end
sooner rather than later.  And a year from now he would have them convinced
he was just as brain washed as his sister.  Of course, this had been his
sister's plan also.  He prayed that he had better success.

   -- end -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything
mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep
most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can
and probably would cause severe damage. 
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