The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

[Cheesecake]

As usual, it had been an early morning for Lady Amber Jessica Blake, the owner of the Blake Farm which was literally in the middle of nowhere. The thirty-five year old woman had inherited the vast area of land from her father many years ago, but had little interest in actually putting it to good use. That changed, however, when she started up her ranch. But it was no ordinary ranch, for there were no 'usual' animals to be found here. No... inside the barn were women. Although Amber did not think of them as women anymore. They were slaves, whose sole purpose was to make her money.

In the past month, she had had to put two of them down. Their bodies were no longer able to keep up with the strict harvest which Amber had demanded, so they were quietly removed from their stalls and sent to the slaughter house. Such a waste, and they were so young as well. Amber had discovered that the women were unable to breed on a regular basis once they reached their mid-to-late thirties. Her newest recruit (who didn't know what was in store for her) was approaching that age. Usually, Amber considered women of that age to be a waste of time, as their 'career' at the barn would be brief. But this woman was rich, and she would bring much needed money to Lady Blake's fortune.

Amber had spent the morning in the barn, checking her animals. Each of their bellies had ballooned, filled with eggs just ready to pop out. The ones who still had some fight left in them pleaded with her behind their bit gags, yet Amber just smiled back at them and ignored whatever they were trying to say. Looking at her watch, she decided it was time to wait for her guest. Locking the barn door behind her, the woman walked towards her transport. She did not have a car or vehicle, instead she had a single-seated wagon... pulled by a horse. Except like the rest of the animals, the role had been filled by a woman who was just as pregnant as the other slaves. As winter was right around the corner, the pony girl had been given a brown-coloured bodysuit to wear... with an opening between her legs so she could go to the toilet and lay her eggs.

"Back to the manor." She said, slapping the poor girl's behind with the tip of the whip. The ride did not take long, and they were soon in the garage... where the pony girl was hidden from view. Amber did not wish to scare her guest off, after all. Going inside, she sat in the living room and waited.

 

[LataPaine]

Francine Bloodstone is currently driving down a very long track of road through the woods. She was contacted with the possibility to get a little more money to add to her inheritance, letting her greed guide her judgment. She didn’t really have anything better to do today, and she figures she would see what the farm woman has to say. She just hopes the only thing she has to do is to invest. She isn’t the type to get her hands dirty.

She begins to feel a little annoyed while she drives through the woods in her red convertible. She doesn’t really like being out in nature that much. “This better be worth it…” She says to herself while trying feeling the car driving over annoying bumps and even splashing in a few mud puddles here and there. She finds it a little odd that a farm would be out in the middle of nowhere. When having to drive around in the country, she usually sees farms closer to the roads.

She tries not to think about it as she finally sees a clearing over the distance, driving passed a few more trees before finally seeing the farm. She lets her eyes look over the area through her sunglasses, not seeing anything special about it. She doesn’t see any plants or even cattle. She was told that the farm produces eggs, but she doesn’t even hear the clucking of chickens. “Please, don’t let this be a waste of my time…” She says as she parks her car in front of the manor, turning off the engine and picking up her red purse before climbing out of the car.

She stumbles a little when feeling her high heels sinking into the dirt a little, annoying her further as she walks up the manor. She brings her right hand up and knocks upon the door a few times before waiting. She is currently wearing a short sleeve red suit that is held together in the middle with a buckle, a black blouse, red pants, and red high heels. “Hello? Is anyone here?” She says in a loud tone, hoping to get this meeting over with as soon as possible.

 

[Cheesecake]

In contrast to Francine's impractical outfit, Lady Blake had worn an outfit that looked to be ideal for an equestrian past-time. The horse-riding outfit was both smart and clean from any kind of muck that would usually be accumulated from walking about a farm all day. Opening the door, she gave a warm smile to her guest, stepping to one side to allow her to sit down. "Ms. Bloodstone, welcome to my farm. I hope you didn't get lost." She said, looking the woman over and admiring her figure. She would be a fine breeder, regardless if she would only be useful for a year or two. It was her money that Amber was more interested in, and the quicker she got her details the better. She just hoped that Francine had her banking information with her.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked politely, spinning on her heel and placing her hands behind her back. Clearly, this woman had never been to a farm before, otherwise she would have been wearing something a little more sensible for the trip. The farmland was always a wet place, and the ground became soft and dirty... terrain where high heels were horribly inappropriate. Already, Amber was feeling sick of her false politeness, wishing to get the business over and done with. Her reasons were different from Francine's, of course, as the woman had no idea that she would not be leaving this place alive.

Continuing on to the living room, Amber pointed towards the large table where some business documents were sitting. "I have did as you asked. Your investment details are there for you to read over when you wish."

 

[LataPaine]

She raises a brow when watching the door of the manor open, watching as woman wearing a horse-riding outfit steps up to greet her. She only makes a small smile when listening to her. “I did get a little lost, but your instructions were thorough enough..” She says before stepping inside when seeing the woman step out of the way. She has grown dependent on the GPS, finding it frustrating to have to go by directions written on a piece of paper. She couldn’t believe that there is a place where she couldn’t use a GPS, but she guesses that there would still be a few out there in the world.

She lets her judging eyes look over the inside of the woman’s manor, looking as if she would base the deal on how the woman lived. She looks back over to the farm woman when hearing her offering her some tea. “Yes, that would be nice.” She says while walking over to the table, sitting herself down and crossing her right leg over the left. She looks over the documents on the table while listening to the woman explaining that everything is in order. “I see…” She says while picking up the documents, letting her eyes scan over them while pulling her sunglasses off and putting them on the table.

“Well, I guess everything appears to be in order… I usually have my lawyer look over such things, but I don’t want to bother him with something so meaningless like a farm.” She says while placing her purse that has all of her banking information on the table, reaching in and pulling out a pen. Her eagerness to leave the farm can be seen plainly upon her face as she brings the pen to the documents, signing each one. “Well, that should do it. Is there anything else I should know? Your farm seems empty for an egg farm. I was expecting to see chickens running around somewhere.” She says as she looks to the woman with disinterest on her face. She really just wants to make sure she isn’t getting ripped off before she rushes herself out of the filthy place.

 

[Cheesecake]

While Francine checked over the documents, Amber disappeared to the kitchen where she made the pair some tea. She used the same ingredients for both cups except for Francine's, which had an extra ingredient. This extra ingredient would be the very thing which would bring her downfall... something which after a few sips would cause the unfortunate woman to fall asleep for a long time. It would give Amber enough time to strip her, raid her bank for everything it was worth and get her ready for her new life as an egg-laying slut.

As the kettle boiled, the farm owner smiled to herself, listening to the woman next door talk about her lawyer and such. When the question about eggs was brought up, Amber almost laughed. "Oh, don't worry. Our egg produce is second-to-none. We keep our... 'hens'... in the barn. The one you passed on the way to the manor?" By this point, the tea had been made and Amber made sure to remember which cup she had placed the medication in to. She then handed it to Francine, hoping that she actually drank it before leaving. She appeared to be in some kind of hurry, as if this farm wasn't such a big deal to her. Amber almost sighed, shaking her head at another woman with too much money.

However, keeping these women as slaves was expensive. The medical bills among other things was burning a hole in Amber's pocket, so looking at it one way... Francine was actually paying to be staying here. It was a funny old world sometimes.

 

[LataPaine]

She can hear Amber getting the tea ready in the kitchen while she waited. Her left leg can be seen moving up and down, showing her impatience while she waited around for the woman to bring the tea in. She feels she could use the caffeine since she had to wake up early just to get to the barn. There is a strange scent in the air that bothers the well-dressed woman, making her want to leave the farm and head back into the polluted air of the city.

She listens to her the woman reassures her that they are making enough eggs. Though, she still doesn’t really display too much interest on the farm. She just wants to make sure she is getting money back after having invested a large sum of money on it. After a little while, she soon sees the woman returning with two cups of tea. She takes it after it has been handed to her and brings it to her lips. She breathes in the scent, hoping to replace the horrid scent of the farm out of her nose before finally sipping at the tea. “I see… Well, I supposed I’ll have to send someone down to see the barn for me.” She says to Amber, feeling she doesn’t need to dirty herself any further. She feels she is going to have to get her car detailed again once she gets back home after this visit.

After a few minutes have passed, she finally finishes off the tea and picks up her purse. “Right. I’ll be going now. Nice doing business with you.” She says as she stands, not bothering to shake Amber’s hand as she walks away from the table. “I’ll send someone to take a look at that barn in a few days... I hope to… Uhmm…” Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly feels light headed. She continues walking towards the door and reaches for it, but misses it completely before falling to her knees. “Something…. Is… I don’t….” Again, she has a hard time forming words and soon her head is resting against the door while she sits there on her knees, looking as if she can’t support herself anymore as her arms go limp at her sides. Her eyes soon roll back into her head and she finally blacks out, drooling a little with her soft lips parted.

 

[Cheesecake]

Amber watched Francine get to her feet, and for a minute she was beginning to worry that she hadn't put enough of the magic medicine in to the tea to put her to sleep. But eventually, the effects began to take hold and Francine falls to her knees. Amber walks over to her as she struggles to get her words out, realising that something was happening. Yet the farm owner did not let on, yet she also did nothing to help her. She just stood there, watching, and waiting for the moment where she went to sleep.

When it happened, Amber wasted no time in getting to work. The bank details could wait, she was more concerned about restraining the woman first. As soon as she was secured inside the barn, Amber could go off to the nearest bank (which was many miles away) and transfer as much money as she liked. Picking Francine up, Amber dragged her in to the living room where she was stripped of every piece of clothing. As she lay there on the carpet, Amber couldn't help but get to her knees and look at the woman closely, giving her breasts a good grope with her gloved-hand. "You rich girls are all the same. I guess that's why I never get bored of turning you in to my slaves."

Taking Francine's sleeping body to the barn was a different story altogether. First, she had to drag her in to the garage where the pony girl stood standing obediently, right where she had been left. Amber struggled, but was unable to ask the pony for help due to her arms being permanently restrained behind her back. With one big lift, she threw the woman in to the chair of the wagon, and ushered the pony girl to begin prancing towards the barn. Amber remained by the slave's side, just in case she tried to run off.

The thought of using the car had come to mind, but it had become routine for Amber to rely on old-fashioned methods of transport such as 'horses' and carts. Having isolated herself from society for all these years, she had become a stranger to things like cars, which people like Francine took for granted. It meant that it took longer to reach the barn, but Amber did not mind. She enjoyed the walk from time to time, as in this instance it gave her time to think, to come up with what she was going to do and say to Francine when she came to.

Once they reached the barn, Francine was put in to position. Her wrists were shackled together, and pulled above her, where they were attached to a hook which dangled from the ceiling. Amber pulled the mechanism, and her feet were lifted from the ground, leaning about a foot gap between the straw floor and her naked toes. Then, Amber opened each of the individual stalls and each of the female breeders were brought out in front of her. Each woman's arms were restrained behind her back with a leather arm binder, while a wooden bit gag was secured between their teeth. Each woman was pregnant, and Amber was hoping that when Francine woke up... she would see just where the eggs actually came from.

 

[LataPaine]

Francine’s breathing is slow and steady while she sits there with her face pressed firmly against Amber’s front door, looking so pathetic in the awkward position. She remains unconscious while she is pulled from the door and dragged into the living room, staying as limp as a rag doll before being placed on the carpet. She doesn’t show any signs of waking up any time soon while her clothes are removed from her mature form, causing her large breasts to bounce here and there from each firm jerk when the clothing is pulled off. She makes a little gasp when her heavy mounds are fondled and groped, but she remains deep asleep through the little inspection.

After having been placed in the seat of the carriage, she begins to stir a little from the bumpy ride to the barn. She can be heard making little moans here and there, but the bumping is still not enough to wake the drugged woman. Her breasts can be seen bouncing from each bump, jiggling a little before finally settling down every so often. A little dirt can be seen collecting on her bare skin as she is dragged into the barn and into her own stall, starting to look like the proper hen Amber plans on turning her into.

She winces when feeling the shackles digging into her wrists while she is being lifted off of the pile of hay that appear to be in a form of a large nest, causing her discomfort and soon pain while her wrists begin to redden. Soon after the hens have been released from their stalls, she finally begins to wake up from her drug induced slumber. She groans a little from the pain she is feeling deep within her head, having a hard time focusing her eyes while looking down to see Amber standing over pregnant women kneeling before her. “What…. What’s going on…? How... ugh...” She says with a worn out tone to her voice as a little drool is seen glistening from her lips to her chin. She still feels quite dizzy as she stares down at the display, having a hard time believing what she is seeing while the world seems to rotate before her blue eyes.

 

[Cheesecake]

Amber was pleased to see that her newest recruit had finally awoken, although it was clear to her that the 'special' ingredient she had used to knock her out was still having some lasting effects on her. She seemed disorientated, and unsure of her surroundings. That was to be expected, of course. One did not normally wake up to find herself naked in a barn, shackled and dangling in front of very pregnant woman. "This all might seem very confusing to you, Francine." She said to the woman, taking a few steps towards her and standing by her side. Her hands were now clothed in rubber gloves, and she wasted no time in slipping her three middle fingers straight in to her cunt. Her violation was neither gentle nor delicate, and her fingers furiously burrowed their way inside of her, as if having a good feel. "I think you will be an excellent breeder, Ms. Bloodstone." She smiled, still not explaining anything to the confused woman.

Eventually, Amber removed her hands and wiped the wetness against her trouser leg. She walked away from Francine, ignoring anything she might be saying to her, and disappeared from view. The sound of the barn door opening and closing could be heard, indicating that Francine was left alone with the gagged 'women' in front of her. They looked at her curiously, as if fascinated by the sight of a new girl. Their hands, having been bound behind them, meant they were unable to even speak to her, nor explain or give the answers she was seeking. However, their behaviour did give her some indication at the true nature of the farm here. A couple of the squating women were now indicating signs of what only could be described as child-birth. Their eyes were closed tightly, and they were making sounds which suggested they were... pushing. What ever they were pushing, it was coming out of them from below. And none of them looked to be having an enjoyable time doing it either.

Then it came. The first girl popped. After a lengthy push which seemed to last almost an entire minute, she squeezed out... an egg. And it was no ordinary egg, nor was it as small as the kind you could find in a supermarket. And after the massive egg finally came out, the woman's experience was far from over... and her still big belly suggested there were far more to come...

 

[LataPaine]

Francine barely looks all there while the effect of the drug is still in her system. The world seems to rotate before her eyes as she hangs there trembling, feeling as if she may vomit soon. Her rolling eyes soon focus on Amber as she walks towards her, having a hard time focusing on her words. Her eyes widens and she cries out when suddenly feeling three fingers being stuffed up her cunt, causing her body to tremble harder and waking her up from her drug induced haze.

“Stop! Stop it! Take them out!” She cries out, feeling the woman forcing her fingers deeper and deeper into the dry hole. Her body writhes while she hangs there, feeling the digits squirming and digging deeply while the insides of her cunt begins to moisten from the forced stimulation. She isn’t a virgin, but it has been a long time since the last time she had anything inside her, feeling so foreign and tight with the three fingers so very deep inside of her body. So focused on the figures squirming inside her body, she barely hears the woman mentioning her being a breeder.

Her body soon goes limp when finally feeling the woman’s fingers being pulled out, showing a little moisture before being whipped off. She breathes in heavily while she hangs there, already feeling out of breath. She can feel her juices traveling down her trembling thighs, feeling so very sick and weak. She stares down with a tired expression while the woman steps out of her view, listening to the sounds of a door opening and closing.

Her eyes soon lock onto the pregnant women sitting before her. Their bellies are so round and firm, looking like stuffed turkeys. To the drugged woman, it appears to look like some kind of strange dream to see bound pregnant women kneeling before her. After a little while, she suddenly sees a few of the women closing their eyes while they begin going into labor. Because everything is still hazy, she doesn’t understand what she is seeing, but she can see something thick and white moving towards the floor between the women’s spread thighs. A horrified look forms on her face when she realizes what she is seeing, watching as a large egg roll along the floor. “G… Get me out of here!” She yells out at the top of her lungs, realizing what she is seeing is very real.