Chapter Seven

 

Oddly, during the ride back to the farm in Nathan’s Hummer, the silk pulled tightly over his eyes once again afforded Eldon time to think about all that had happened, and all that might yet happen. Most of all if gave him a chance to try to figure out how the hell he was going to make this work.

As he bounced around in that quiet backseat, he thought back to what Sharon had said, to what she’d implied, and what it likely meant. It was clear that she was serious, that if he had chosen to walk her to the front door, he would have ended up fucking her.

What was worse though was that there was something else going on, and he still hadn’t figured out what it was. Like everybody else in this organization, Sharon appeared to have ulterior motives, mysterious motivations. Urges and needs. It was all a confusing, chaotic storm within his mind, and he still wasn’t even close to sorting it out.

There was one thing he was increasingly certain of: he needed to figure it out soon, or it might cost him his life.

So, what did that mean?

It was probable that Dr. Forster had set up the interaction with Sharon intentionally. But why? Instinct told him Dr. Forster suspected Eldon was not what he said he was. That was becoming increasingly undeniable.

Lieutenant Bennett had warned him to be ready for that, as it was to be expected for an insular, well-organized entity like the Trust.

They were suspicious. They were trained to be suspicious. They were — at least according to OPD — most likely criminals.

Sharon looked to be, essentially, a slave to Dr. Forster… and perhaps to Blaine Forster as well.

It was more than strange. It was something he wasn’t sure how to even process, but it was fairly clear that it was the truth.

“Almost there,” Nathan said from up front, the gravel beginning to clack against the undercarriage of the truck again.

There was at least a tiny bit of good news though. It was obvious now that Dr. Forster had some amount of trust in Eldon. Otherwise, Forster wouldn’t have sent him to the farm in his stead all over again. The fact that he was now doing this on a more or less regular basis was a positive sign.

Was it to simply play out a little more rope for Eldon to hang himself with, or was it an actual demonstration of increased trust?

The answer to that was critical, and yet Eldon knew he might not ever know for sure.

There was something else too, a realization he was afraid to admit to himself, even as he’d stood there and listened to Dr. Forster give him the news.

It meant he would get to see Tamara again — every week.

That knowledge had filled him with an excitement, a joy that he hadn’t felt in such a long time, he feared he wouldn’t know how to recognize it.

But it was there — and it was good.

Just like her.

Then the truck stopped, and the door opened, cool air whispering against his cheek. Eldon tensed, though he knew it was stupid. It risked giving him away as being nervous, but he couldn’t help himself. This was the time he was most vulnerable if things went sideways.

If something were to go wrong, Nathan could easily shoot him.

He had no doubt the man was capable of just that, if ordered to.

Then fingers were at Eldon’s blindfold, pulling it away, leaving him to blink away the harshness of the light.

Nathan gave him a wry grin. “Sorry about that, hoss. Still orders.”

“It’s okay,” Eldon said, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, “I get it. New guy. It’s all right.”

He hopped out of the truck, taking his black bag with him. Dr. Forster had sent him a new store of supplies — this time, hopefully things like basic antibiotics or the like that wouldn’t require issuing a new prescription.

He hadn’t had a chance to look through it yet. When he got in his room, he’d lay it all out, and try to figure out what half of it was. It wouldn’t do to demonstrate his uncertainty in front of anybody there at the farm.

It would raise far too much suspicion.

As they walked up the white gravel path toward the main residence, Eldon looked at the entrance turnaround. As before, there were a few vehicles, though less than the first time he’d come. But there was something else missing that was much more important – Tamara and her two interlocutors, the men who harried her.

He wanted to know who they were. He wanted to know why they came to visit her every Sunday. But it wasn’t time for that.

“What do we have on tap for today, Nathan?” He tried to make his voice sound casual, but he knew it came out forced.

Nathan glanced at him, striding ahead. “Oh, more of the usual. Nothing special, I don’t think.” Then Nathan stopped, a finger stroking his chin. “Actually, there is something that’s maybe a little bit... unusual. Heller wanted you to head out to the yard first today. There’s someone out there who wants to talk to you.”

Eldon’s chest tightened at the news. “Me? No one even knows me. I’m just Dr. Forster’s helper.”

“Apparently somebody knows you. They asked for you by name.” Nathan extended his hand. “I’m gonna leave you here”

Eldon shook it. “Thanks for the ride, as usual.”

“Tamara should be along in a minute or two,” Nathan said over his shoulder as he headed back toward the entrance.

It was the first good news Eldon had heard since he’d got here. He made his way out toward the yard, which was as far out on the property as he’d been yet. The yard was essentially a huge area, roughly the size of a soccer field that had been cut out directly from the forest. The perimeter was marked by a wide dirt track, well groomed, approximately the size of a four-hundred meter track one might see at a high school.

In the infield were numerous pieces of equipment apparatus he’d never seen before, along with several more outbuildings in a small fenced area. It looked like what he might imagine to be some sort of equestrian or horse racing installation. It appeared to be deserted, the morning gray threatening rain. The air was cool, the steam of his breath just visible as he walked toward the track, looking around to see who it was who wanted to meet him.

And then he saw them, two figures at the far end of the track, one standing on the infield grass, another one running in a sort of struggling, attenuated way along the track. It was a man — a tall man — his hands on his hips, watching the person running. As Eldon drew closer, he saw who it was that was running.

It was a woman. A mostly naked woman.

Holy shit.

As he drew still closer, the man turned to him, the beaming smile familiar at once. It was the gruff man with the English accent he’d met in the milking barn, the one that Eldon had said would need a prescription for her mastitis.

Drayton?

“Eldon! Eldon, my lad, come over here!” The man raised his arm, waving it toward him, beckoning him over.

Eldon held up his hand in greeting, forcing himself to grin, feeling anything but happiness to be with this man again.

“Thank you for coming out, Eldon,” Drayton said. He shook his hand, two pumps, strong, almost harsh. The man was dressed in a pair of slate gray slacks, the light blue button down unbuttoned enough to hint at the dark hair upon his chest. His cuffs were rolled up to expose the sinews of formidable forearms.

Eldon’s keen eye didn’t miss the thick but supple leather strap clipped to the man’s black belt.

“Ah, sure, Mr. Drayton.” Eldon said, slinging the bag over his shoulder, distinctly uncomfortable.

“Kent, please. Sod all that formal shit.”

Eldon tried not to look at the girl, feeling as if he was once again intruding on a private interlude.

But Drayton would have nothing of it. Looking over at her, his voice took on a harsher, more gruff tone. “Gia, come over here, girl.” He beckoned her with a quick tilt of his head as one might a dog.

Eldon couldn’t help but watch her then as she trotted over. She was — as he’d originally surmised — essentially naked. From the waist down, the only thing she wore were a pair of white socks scrunched at the ankles, and athletic shoes. It was what was above her waist that had his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

It looked like nothing so much as a leather bandolier, only rather than crossing over her chest, holding dozens of rounds of ammunition, this one crossed between her breasts as a sort of harness. Her hands, bound at the wrists, were attached to the lower part of the harness, where a thick belt constricted her waist in a way that looked distinctly uncomfortable. Made of thick black leather, the harness crossed up between the breasts and then split, wrapping over both shoulders and then plunging down the back. Attached to the central “Y,” was a web of thin leather straps, which had been used to garrote both breasts at their base, making them balloon, the constriction causing them to color a deep pink.

Despite the way they’d been secured, her large breasts bobbed as she trotted over, the nipples dark and hard. As before, there was a fine tracery of bluish veins quite visible on the surface of both globes, though thankfully the nipples did not look as inflamed as they had the last time he’d seen them.

But there was more than just her bound breasts. A thick shield gag had been affixed over the lower part of her face, entirely covering her mouth and her jaw, her nostrils flaring with each quick breath, her pretty eyes — reflecting either fright or excitement — peering brightly at him, emphasizing her silence and her helplessness. The hollows over her collarbones were deep, her shoulders rather slight for someone with breasts her size. The waist-cinching central belt emphasized the flare of her hips, the plumpness of her buttocks. Her sex was blatantly exposed between her thighs, completing the lurid display of subjugated woman. She looked far more naked than if she’d not worn anything at all. All the parts that made her lovely and feminine and vulnerable, were presented, displayed, emphasized.

His cock was already beginning to stir as she moved nearer, the woman finally halting at a subtle nod from her owner.

How do you know he owns her, Eldon?

But it was clear — in this place anyway — that he did. Whatever their actual relationship was, the dynamic here was clear: he commanded, she obeyed.

“What do you think, lad?” Drayton asked. “How does she look?”

Eldon gave him a quick glance, and the man nodded at him. Though he knew that it was completely unnecessary, Eldon palpated the woman’s breasts, feeling of the nipples, pressing here and there, looking to her to see if she winced.

Thankfully, she didn’t.

“Your medicine worked. Cleared her up right quick,” Drayton said behind him. “I wanted to thank you for your prompt service. The antibiotics arrived here at the farm the next day.”

“Well, I—”

“Nonsense,” Drayton said with a wave of his hand. “You weren’t just doing your job. You took care of my girl.”

“Well, you’re welcome” Eldon didn’t know where this was going.

“So, I wanted to ask you: is there something I can do in return, to repay you for your kind care of my girl?” The man looked at Gia pointedly, then back at Eldon.

“I–I’m not sure I understand. That’s what I’m supposed to do. This is my job.”

“Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. Look at her. You can’t tell me your cock’s not hard, looking at her right now.”

Stunned at the man’s bluntness, Eldon didn’t say anything for a moment, but unfortunately, locked eyes with the girl.

“I — could I talk to her?”

The man chuckled. “Of course. Let me get her gag off for you.”

“Uh, why is she gagged? If you don’t mind me asking…”

“Not at all. Helps to focus her, concentrate her mind on obeying me.” Drayton stepped beside her, lifting her hair presumably to access the clasp at the back of her neck. Then the gag fell away, and Eldon barely suppressed a groan at the sight. As the gag was pulled from her mouth, Eldon noted the back of it had a phallus which intruded deeply into her mouth. Perhaps it might not have been long enough to trigger her gagging reflex, but it must have been uncomfortably close to it.

Her eyes closed tightly as the glistening leather was drawn clear of her lips, her mouth inflamed, reddened, saliva pooling on her chin, at the corners of her lips. A single tear tracked down her cheek as she inhaled deeply. “Thank you, Master,” she murmured, almost breathless, her nostrils flaring wide.

“Hello, Gia,” Eldon said, trying to keep his voice smooth and relaxed. “How have you been feeling? Is the mastitis better, you think?”

She smiled, and it was a glorious sight, her teeth white and perfect, her eyes brimming again with tears.

Beautiful.

For an instant, he wanted to touch her cheek and comfort her, though he knew not from what.

“Thank you, sir. It’s so much better. Hardly any pain at all now and”—her eyes flicked to her Master as color bloomed in her cheeks—“and my yield is… very healthy.”

“Oh, that’s great news,” Eldon said, the heat flaring at his own cheeks. He hoped Drayton hadn’t seen it. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He looked over at Drayton. “Anything else I can do while I’m here?”

“That depends. What can she do for you?”

“I–I’m not sure...” Eldon said, though he knew exactly what the man was getting at.

“Perhaps a demonstration then? All right, girl. I’ll let you keep the gag off for now if you show our good man here your running legs.”

She blinked at that, and then gave them both a wan smile. “Of course.”

Turning in a practiced movement, almost a pirouette, she took off down the track as fast as she could go, her buttocks bouncing and wobbling as she went. Eldon cursed at himself inside, noting the paleness of her skin, wondering why there weren’t marks across her bottom.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Go go go, girl!” the man bellowed at the top of his lungs. “She’s a fast one, she is,” Drayton said out of the corner of his mouth. “She knows if she goes as fast as she can, she might have a chance at her Master’s mercy.”

“Mercy?”

“She thinks she wants it, but her cunt never lies. The harsher I am with her, the more it drips.” He winked at Eldon. “It’s just the way of these creatures, women like her. Cruel to be kind, I guess you could say.”

“I guess you could,” Eldon murmured, watching the girl flash around the last turn, coming back toward them. It was clear from the deep furrow across her forehead, her squinting eyes that the bounce of her bound breasts was less than pleasant, but it was also quite clear that such considerations were immaterial to her Master.

Perhaps it was the very purpose of her demonstration of obedience.

Running as punishment. Jesus.

She slowed slightly as she passed by, the swollen breasts tolling like bells upon her chest. Sweat had broken out across her face, at the hollows of her collarbones.

“One more, girl,” Drayton said. “I want to see all you’ve got.”

She said something breathless in response, but Eldon couldn’t make it out. If anything, she poured on more speed. Despite the attenuation of her arms, she was amazingly quick, her strong, lithe legs carrying her along the track at a pace Eldon would never have expected. He watched, mesmerized, his cock now as hard as steel as the girl came around the final two turns. Toward the end, she was breathing hard, her face flushed, a pink blush across her upper chest, her breasts now an even deeper shade of rose.

Then she drew to a stop, standing before them again, her chest rising and falling rapidly like a bellows, nostrils flared, sweat pouring down her temples, a bead of it just below the hollow of her throat. Her nipples were even harder now, her fingers and hands twisting, now and then pulling at their bonds. Her smooth, well-muscled thighs twitched now and then as she stood there, catching her breath.

“Now, I’ll ask you again, Eldon. Is there anything she can do for you?”

“No, sir, I don’t think so. Thank you though.”

“Hmm.” Drayton stroked his chin, something flashing in his eyes for an instant. “She’s clearly a vision. What man could resist her? Perhaps if you’ve refused her… she’s done something wrong. Something to make herself less… pleasing.”

“Wait, I... didn’t say that.”

“So, then she is of interest to you after all?”

Eldon swallowed. “I… it wouldn’t be right, Mr. Drayton. I’m just here to help.”

Drayton shrugged dramatically, but the way he fingered the strap at his hip told the real tale. “Of course, that’s your right, but I’ll have to investigate this, see what she’s done to… disappoint. For information purposes only, you see.”

Drayton unclipped the strap from his belt, and Gia visibly paled as she met her owner’s gaze.

“Look, Mr. Dayton — Kent — she’s… beautiful. It’s not that, it’s just that… I can’t.”

“Quite right, no explanation necessary.” The man took a slow step toward the girl.

Eldon realized at that moment that even if Drayton assured him she wouldn’t be punished for it, he was sure that as soon as he left them, the man would indeed punish Gia severely.

What was worse, it was clear Drayton knew Eldon understood this. The sly smile playing at the stern man’s lips betrayed his true intentions in this little game of Gia’s humiliation — and Eldon’s manipulation.

We don’t fuck the hookers!

But even as the warning blared in his mind, Eldon unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. There was no way he was going to let the poor woman be punished if there was something he could do to prevent it.

Is that what you’re really going to tell yourself?

“I thought you might come around,” Drayton murmured, clipping the strap to his hip, a note of triumph in his cultured voice. “Now then, Gia. On your knees, like a good girl.”

She pulled Eldon’s length from his pants before he could utter a syllable of protest, and with Herculean effort he kept his mouth shut as her pink tongue extended. The tip was pierced with a broad silver stud, the rounded, polished ends gleaming in the pale morning light, the lower end making a muted sound against her teeth as she laved the underside of his cock with the broadest part of her tongue.

“No messing about, girl. Do a proper job.” Drayton moved behind her, such that she was surrounded by the men. The thought only made Eldon’s cock throb more.

He kept his gaze upon her as she went to work, sucking hard and deep, her cheeks hollowing, her lips so soft, and warm, and wet as they enveloped him, their firm grip slipping down the shaft of his cock. She paused a moment, but Drayton patted the top of her head.

“He’s a big man, but that’s no excuse. You know what I expect. All of it now.”

Down, down she went, until the smooth, firm tip of her nose protruded against his pubis, tickling him among the hairs there. An audible clicking sound could be heard from deep in her throat, and Eldon longed to stroke her cheek, to murmur that she didn’t have to do this.

Even as he wished he could take a firm hold of her hair and hold her down still longer, his hard cock sounding the velvet depths of her throat.

You’re no better than they are.

And as she finally drew up, taking a gasping breath then plunging down again, and again, and yet again, he knew it was true.

He was no better — even if the law said otherwise.

“Good girl,” Drayton said, his palm splayed upon the back of her skull as she pressed forward again. She did gag then, and she tensed, the hard bullets of her nipples brushing against Eldon’s thighs.

“No… no,” Drayton said, steel in his low voice. “Relax that throat, slut. Good… that’s a girl.”

She moved back a bit, then pushed forward, all the way down once more, nose pressed hard to Eldon’s pubic bone as Drayton held her firmly by the back of the head. “That’s right, take all of him now.”

Eldon lost track of the number of times the cruel man made the gasping, increasingly desperate Gia swallow the entire length of his penis, but soon his head was swimming, his hips involuntarily bucking against the burning clutch of the woman’s firm lips and swirling, agile tongue.

His orgasm was building deep behind his balls, his testicles pulled up tight, thigh muscles like iron cords, and though he tried to hold back, a low groan escaped his lips.

“Would you like it on her face or down her throat, my good man?”

Before Eldon could reply, shocked as he was, a quick swirl of the tongue piercing across the frenulum of his cock had his climax pouring forth.

“Ah, a gentlemen after all,” Drayton said with a chuckle. “Don’t miss a drop, girl, or you’ll be the worse for it.”

Eldon grunted once, twice, and yet again as he thrust hard against the girl’s face, at once mortified that he’d succumbed to this and yet, undeniably satisfied at her expert technique. He was still half-erect when he gently pulled free from the clutch of her lips, a thin line of semen extending from her lip to the head of his cock. It stretched too far then, breaking, a trail of it glistening against her chin.

She quickly licked it away as Eldon met her gaze, silently mouthing “I’m sorry” to her as he tucked himself back inside his pants.

The quick flash of understanding, then gratitude, he saw in her eyes helped partially assuage the deep, aching guilt he suddenly felt at indulging himself in that way.

Not only was it wrong, but it could very well have endangered the entire assignment.

He’d have to deal with the fallout later though. For now, he had to extricate himself from the situation.

“I trust she satisfied?” Drayton asked, inclining his head. “If not, then I will have to take… remedial action.”

“Oh no… that’s not necessary.” Eldon exhaled a long breath. “She’s… very good.”

Drayton grinned at that, as if Eldon had just complimented him on the paint job of his prized hot rod. “Excellent! She is a well-trained one, after all — and very eager to please.”

The man’s finger pointed at the ground before him. “Attention, slut.”

Almost on reflex, Gia scrambled to turn to him on her hands and knees. The man’s cock, long and slender, veins twining along its length, was out almost immediately, the color bright in the muted morning light. She took it in her mouth immediately, her eyes peering up at her Master the entire time.

Drayton took hold of her hair, holding it tightly at the crown of her head, almost like a pommel, controlling the depth of her suction. “Christ! She does suck the hardest after a good run. You sure you don’t want another go at her?” He began thrusting languidly into the girl’s mouth. “I can tell you her cunt will be a running river after servicing the both of us. Give her a long, hard ride before you’re off to your other duties?”

“No. No, thank you, sir,” Eldon said, his mouth dry as a burlap sack. “I-I have to see other patients.” He backed away slowly, his eyes unable to look away from the quick plunge and retreat of the girl’s head over the man’s loins, her eyes never leaving her Master’s.

“Until next time then,” Drayton said, his gaze flicking to something over Eldon’s shoulder before fixing upon him once more. “Thank you again for your kind care, Eldon.”

Troubled anew at the amount of arousal he saw watching that subjugated girl service the man who owned her, and relieved that Drayton hadn’t apparently noticed the bulge of his renewed erection, Eldon turned away.

Then he stopped in his tracks.

“Hello, Eldon,” Tamara said, her pink lips curving in a subtle smile. “I hope I didn’t... interrupt anything.”

* * *

 

 

I could tell something was wrong. The way he walked, the set of his shoulders, the hunted dart of his eyes as he glanced at me.

For a few minutes, as we made our way off the track and toward the center of the compound, he said nothing. The afternoon had bled away, leaving a sullen, cold dusk, the air growing heavy with fog, a gloom that seemed to fit his mood.

Finally, he stopped, the silence seeming to be too much for him, as if the weight of the unsaid was impossible for him to resist any longer.

“How long were you watching… that?”

“On the track?” I tried to be casual, even to the point of aloofness. He didn’t need to know how my heart still fluttered at the sight. He couldn’t know the flash of hot jealousy I felt as her lips slid down the veined thickness of Eldon’s shaft. Jealousy was an emotion I didn’t think I could feel anymore. Since my arrival at this place, I’d never encountered it — at least not in myself.

I wasn’t sure if its resurfacing should relieve me or trouble me.

He had a beautiful cock, thick and stout, the dusky head wide, flared. He was circumcised, which I had always preferred for reasons I’d never been able to explain. It was a cock that was an angry red as the woman had swallowed it down reluctantly.

It was a reluctance I knew I could never feel. Not for him.

Anger though, that seemed an apropos descriptor of Eldon of late. And I liked it — even if I wasn’t sure why.

“I’ve seen… everything you can imagine here. Probably plenty more you can’t.”

He turned, looking back toward the now fog-shrouded track area. “I… it was something I shouldn’t have done. I know better.” His glance held a note of regret, almost… hurt. “It was a stupid thing to allow.”

I laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him my best smile, relieved he couldn’t know the seething cauldron raging between my thighs at the memory of it.

“Here, those worries, those considerations don’t matter. It’s… expected, I guess you could say. Dr. Forster partakes regularly when he’s here. He’s kind of notorious for it.” I tried to giggle, hoping to put him at ease. “Nothing you do could hold a candle to the liberties he takes, believe me.”

Shockingly, Eldon’s face colored a little at that, and I found it profoundly endearing. That this tough, masculine man would blush in that way. It was a silent acknowledgment that he was capable of being vulnerable.

And it made me want more. A lot more.

Eldon surprised me though, with the vehemence of his next words.

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Stop what?” I feigned ignorance, though I suspected I knew where this was coming from. “It would have been a deep insult to Drayton had I intervened.” I shuddered, and this time it was no act. “Heller would have me strung up for something like that.”

“Do you do whatever he tells you?” Eldon faced me again, and I was struck anew at the very pleasing breadth of the man’s shoulders, the depth of his chest that hinted at bruising male strength.

A strength I longed to feel for myself.

Was this still the assignment though, or had this really evolved into something else? The power of my arousal was both a surprise and a worry. I knew it risked me making a poor decision. My attraction to him was undeniable, but equally as certain was the knowledge that acting on it was a risk. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t allow myself to be in danger that way.

Not ever again.

“I obey Heller because I must. Here, his word is law. Especially for those like me.”

“Prisoners, you mean.” His voice had a new edge now, and even as I bristled at the implication of the words, I couldn’t deny I liked that too. An angry Eldon was even more intriguing. There was conflict in him, perhaps fathomless conflict.

What might I find if he let me in enough to shine a light on that turmoil? Could I soothe it for him? Or could I merely make him forget about it for a few, sweaty, lusty, hours?

“I’m no prisoner — none of the women here are. That’s not how this place works.”

“You’re still going to tell me that, with a straight face?”

“I am — because it’s the truth. I don’t think you understand, not yet anyway. But you will.” I touched his hand. “If you allow yourself the time. If you let yourself be open to it. To learn. Maybe even discover something about yourself.”

He squeezed my hand for one electric second, my breath catching as he looked in my eyes. “What if I don’t want to learn?”

“About this place — or about yourself?” I stepped an inch closer, and took his other hand gently. God, how his skin felt so good against mine. His scent was unlike anyone’s at this entire place. It was him.

I had an idea of how I might further chip away at the shield he still had up. Something about him, the way he’d been out there on that track with that girl… it hinted at much more deep within him. The question was: how to bring it up to the surface?

There might indeed be a way to draw the inner Eldon out a little more — and I knew that at that moment it was just getting started. It was possible though that it would be too much, too soon…

Or maybe you’re such a horny bitch right now, you’re not thinking straight? Don’t do this. He’s not ready.

I was past the point where I was going to listen to rationality, to sanity. My arousal was in control now. I wanted this.

“Come with me.” I slipped past him, drawing him by the hand after me. I angled off the gravel path toward the punishment bloc. “There’s something else I think you should see.”

* * *

 

As I eased the door closed, I took a moment to adjust to the gathering gloom.

The sun had just set, but most of the lights in the long structure were still turned off. Eldon was a tense, hulking, anxious creature beside me. Though I knew he was curious about the lighted area further down the row of stalls, I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me, a heavy possessiveness to it that had my belly doing flip-flops.

Eldon looked back over his shoulder. “Where are the guards?”

I didn’t answer though, instead meeting his gaze in the deep shadows. “We have to be very quiet. They cannot know we’re watching them.”

“Why?” His voice was a tight hiss, the tension in it threatening to snap. I didn’t know if he was nervous or excited. I hoped it was both.

I certainly was.

“I want you to see how it really is here. Maybe then you’ll know, you’ll understand.” I stepped close, just brushing his arm with the swell of my breasts. “But we can only watch. For now.”

For the briefest of moments, he resisted, feet planted firmly, then he relented, allowing me to take him by the hand again and draw him deeper into the dark.

I stopped him just outside the ring of light around the last illuminated alcove. Situated directly across the aisle from the row of stalls, this space was unique in that it an arrangement of four stout steel cages bolted directly to the floor boards, the enclosures set in a roughly square arrangement, allowing plenty of space between them. The place smelled of sweat, and feminine arousal, the air warm, humid, the sense of male lust and excitement contrasted with the intoxicating tension of the shame of the captive women, their debasement laid bare for all to see.

Several men were there too, milling about unhurriedly, dressed in the all black of the Farm security detail. One of them, a hulking ex-Ranger named Walcott, had his earpiece dangling down against the sinew of his thick, well-tanned neck as he undid one of the straps for his shoulder holster. The men were clustered around two of the cages, just as I hoped, the pleasing deep murmuring and occasional soft rumble of male laughter never failing to make my pulse quicken.

Only one of the cages was currently occupied though.

Eldon seemed to see her then, his body tensing with the recognition. He turned his head to speak, but I laid a finger across his mouth, leaving it against his soft, silky lips a heartbeat longer than I needed to. I pressed myself to his side, letting him feel my breasts, the hard muscles of his body against me making my heart skip a beat. He was a gorgeous physical specimen, his added internal conflict making him that much more irresistible to me.

“Yes, it’s the same one,” I whispered, taking my finger away, only to clasp my hand lightly around his upper arm. “The red head from the milking barn. You remember her, don’t you?”

I could feel the movement of his lips in my hair as he turned his head toward me and replied. “What’s she… doing here? Wasn’t her… whatever he is? He’s… not here, is he?”

I nodded, pointing just as one of the security men shifted around to the far side of the nearest cage.

“Holy shit,” Eldon whispered.

The woman’s husband, crouched at one side, gazing at the female imprisoned within the little cage, his gray-streaked black hair almost gleaming in the warm light. His practically naked wife — a lovely woman named Evie — was on her knees within the confines of the enclosure, her knuckles pale as her hands feverishly gripped the bars. A thick, black leather collar was fitted snugly about the woman’s neck, the polished jet color fetching against the creamy alabaster upper curves of her generous breasts.

It was the only thing the woman was ever allowed to wear down here.

She’d pressed her body to the cruel steel, her soft, buoyant breasts protruding from between the unforgiving planes of metal. Her husband, as he was wont to do, was worrying the tips of her breasts with a thick leather paddle, the one he often favored when bringing her down here.

“What… what’s going on?”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I said, hugging myself still closer, letting the hard muscles of Eldon’s thigh ease between my legs as I cleaved my body to his, both of us watching the tableau before us. “Her husband likes to make her come down here — we call it the Service Pens — anytime she’s not at the cups or otherwise occupied. He says it keeps her humble, to be made to serve like this.”

“I don’t… oh damn.” The hard muscle of Eldon’s thick leg trembled against me. I longed to stroke a hand up that powerful length, but I didn’t dare. Not yet.

The gleaming between the woman’s naked thighs caught the light as she shifted a bit in response to her husband’s paddle snapping against one of her swollen, pink nipples. As always, she was deeply aroused, even as her cheeks burned a deep scarlet at her predicament.

Walcott reached inside the bars, his touch familiar, almost proprietary, as he smoothed a lock of hair back from the woman’s brow, his massive hand holding her tightly by the back of her collar as he made her kiss the tips of his fingers. The hulking man murmured to her as she did it, Evie’s blush growing darker still as her eyes closed tight.

“Would you like to take her out?” Her husband drawled, his eyes glittering as he looked upon his wife. The tip of the paddle prodded at Evie’s very swollen nipples. “She’s obviously eager.”

“No, thank you, sir,” Walcott’s pleasingly smooth voice replied. “I… like her in there just fine.”

The Ranger laid a palm the size of a dinner plate against the woman’s face, and she shuddered, her nipples growing harder still as she pressed more reverent kisses to his rough knuckles, the tip of her glistening pink tongue licking out to trace the thick network of veins along his tanned, powerful hand.

“Be a good girl now,” Walcott rumbled, dropping to a knee next to the woman’s husband, peering into the cage.

Evie pressed still tighter to the enclosure, plump, well-bitten carmine lips presented from between the bars, her delicate chin quivering ever so slightly.

Walcott wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her firmly, squeezing a little as he kissed her, taking his time, the flash of his questing tongue just visible between their lips as he drank deep of her surrender.

At length, he let her go, Evie resting back on her haunches again, her round breasts heaving, her bright teeth worrying her lip as her liquid eyes locked upon the imposing guard. There was a lustful, almost starstruck adoration in Evie’s gaze that even a man like Eldon couldn’t help but see.

Walcott rose to his feet, a rather large bulge quite visible at the front of his jeans. “Mmm, she is a good girl. Thank you for bringing her down tonight.” He shook the hand of Evie’s husband.

“Anytime.” Her husband tipped his head toward his imprisoned wife. “If you change your mind about taking her out, just let me know.”

My God,” Eldon whispered.

I wrapped an arm around his taut belly from behind, squeezing tightly to him now. It was a risk, but the raw sexuality of the scene — as I suspected — made it impossible for me not to touch him.

I said a little prayer of thanks as, despite the obvious tension in Eldon’s long, lean body, rather than rebuffing my boldness, his strong hand laid atop mine, clutching it firmly in a way that made me sigh against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“You… feel so good,” I said, pressing a kiss to the hard plane of his back.

“Tamara…”

“Shh, just watch.”

The muted clank of metal on metal drew Eldon’s attention then, and it was his turn to shudder — deliciously — against me as he beheld the scene at the other cage. Three guards surrounded the enclosure, but rather than taunt and tease a bound female imprisoned within, the lithe, naked form of an ash-blonde woman had been laid over the top of the bars. The thick cuffs at her wrist were bound cruelly together, high up at the middle of her back. A thick gag of a red and white patterned cloth muffled her cries as her body shook and rocked, the bars creaking slightly as the male behind her, his trousers pulled down to just below the smooth, muscular curves of his buttocks, thrust brutally into her over and over. The young man fucking her gripped her pinioned wrists in one hand, using her arms as almost a handle to get better leverage, his other hand clasping her hip in a harsh grip as he pounded her.

The source of the metal on metal sound then became apparent, and even my breath caught in my throat at the sight.

The woman’s pretty breasts, hanging down through gaps in the bars, were still quite firm despite her being well past forty. She was blessed with striking, long pale pink nipples — something for which she was renowned for, especially among the male fans at the farm who were connoisseurs of women of a certain age.

Driven through the base of each nipple was a round golden ring. Stout lead weights had been clipped to each hoop, elongating — and apparently painfully so — the woman’s already prominent nipples. She yelped, her teeth gritting now and then about the gag as the heavy weights bounced and swayed under the rough, thorough fucking she was receiving at that moment. The woman’s shapely ass jiggled and rippled at each hard plunge, her breath coming fast through flared nostrils, a thick lock of her pretty hair caught at the corner of mouth.

“What the fuck,” Eldon murmured, though I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or unwilling arousal at the lurid sight.

I was sure I was aroused enough for the both of us at that moment.

Whispering at his ear, I tried to distract myself from the slickness threatening to flood from between the slippery, seething lips of my pussy.

One of the other guards, a stocky man with a dark goatee and hard, calculating blue eyes, looked on, his grin one of pure avarice, not a hint of mercy to be found in the azure depths of his gaze. “Open up for him, Elynn. Devin’s been waiting months for a chance to get inside that wet cunt of yours.”

A wave of muted male laughter rolled from the onlookers, Elynn’s face flushing at the remark.

The man behind her, the wetness coating the length of his cock catching the light as he pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back inside her, his balls slapping wetly against her clit.

“She lives in New York, but she flies out here every few months. Alone.” I eased my hand down toward Eldon’s waistband as I said the words, the tension in his body ratcheting up another couple notches.

But he didn’t stop me.

“Her husband orders her out here, and when she’s here, she spends her time either here or working in the fields. They take video to send back to her husband of her toiling out there, harvesting crops, or even something as simple and demeaning as breaking up rocks. But she volunteers to come back, every time. And no matter how roughly she’s used, she always comes back.”

I smoothed my palm over the pleasingly heavy curve of his swollen genitals, the weight of his balls making my mouth water, my heart beginning to hammer in my chest.

“Tamara, what are…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Please don’t make me stop.

But he said nothing, the stillness of his hand upon mine, the deep, but not panicked breaths, telling the real story.

Along with the massive erection forming a hard ridge under my palm. I stroked along it slowly as we both watched.

“Boys, this one here is a favorite among the young guys.” The cruel guard with the goatee — I suddenly remembered his last name was Fitch — smiled as he waved a hand at the bound, well-fucked woman draped over the cage. “These MILF cunts… the young guys cannot resist them. Ms. Grant here, is one of the finest — and most insatiable — whores you’ll ever find. It’s Devin’s lucky day, I think.” Fitch reached out, a fist twisting in her blonde fringe until she whimpered. “Isn’t that right, slut?”

She nodded as best she could against the man’s cruel grip.

I gently squeezed Eldon’s erection then, my lips just brushing the curve of his ear as I continued. “Devin’s one of the trainee guards. Just started a couple months ago. There’s a huge waiting list for positions at the Farm.” I stroked his cock slowly, loving the way he bit off a groan. “And it’s because the entire security detail gets regular time at the Pens as part of their… compensation. Elynn is well-liked — and well-used — by the younger guards too. Fitch… he wasn’t lying.”

Then Eldon’s hand did stay my own, even as he drew me tighter to him. “Why… why are you showing me this?”

“Because, you need to see. Her name’s Elynn Grant — would you believe she’s an executive VP for a Fortune 500 company back east? Well she is. Little sweet Evie in her cage? She’s the owned plaything of her husband — a submissive, obedient housewife. Not even close to the same league.” I squeezed him once more, trying not to think of how good that hard cock of his would feel pushing deep into my own pussy, driving the breath from my lungs, the sanity from my mind.

“But here — in this place, Eldon — they’re equals. They’re simply flesh to be used, punished, fucked. Put away in dirty, cold cages until another hard cock — or three — comes to visit them again. Here at the farm, they’re nothing more than anonymous slaves. But they have something else in common.” I kissed him softly at the back of his heavy jaw. “They’re both here because they want to be anonymous slaves.”