A Case of Prevention

            When the annual lottery came out I acquired two female slaves.  Both of them were former executives in large conglomerate trading houses.  Though neither of them knew each other their crimes were remarkably similar.  In each case they manipulated statements of earning and therefore were in violation of the truth in accounting acts passed by congress 5 years ago. 

Congress in its wisdom had decided to take on white collar crime once and for all.  To be found guilt in violation of the various acts against forgery, theft, embezzlement, or fraud, the criminal was reduced to a state of chattel for life.  They were then sold for whatever purposes their masters choose to put them to.   This served to protect the taxpayer from having to support the prisoner for life in a jail contributing nothing to the economy.

            I run a large ranch out in Montana 150 miles from the nearest large town of 1500 souls.  To say the farm was isolated was a massive understatement.  I long ago subscribed to the chattel lottery to stock my employees and keep my fuel and labor costs down.  To that end I kept large teams of males for harness work at the plows.  I found teams of 12 to be ideal for cultivation work.  I didn’t use herbicides as those same teams in ball coffles weeded the wheat and corn fields from dawn to dusk. 

            I checked my docket for the incoming slaves.  Another 20 males and of course my 2 females were due to arrive shortly.  They were greatly needed for 5 of my males were near useless for anything more than book keeping and ordering due to their advancing years.  No slave of mine ever died from anything other and old age.  Old Wilkerson on the next ranch found himself up on murder changes when the authorities found him slaughtering his slaves when they got too old.  Don’t get me wrong I love my profits too but the law is the law, one may not murder a slave.  Other than that there wasn’t much you couldn’t do to a slave so they tended to follow orders.

            My veterinarian pointed down the road to the small dot on the horizon.  “Looks like them Jim” said Morgan.  Morgan Stern had been with me for 26 years now.  He held the leash on his body slave Elsie.  He named her that which only proved his weird sense of humor.  He insisted that she not only be a body slave but a working milk cow.  Her udders swung ponderously with their loads.  He’d have to milk her soon I judged by the rivulets running from her nipples.  I watched Elise shift back and forth on her hands and knees as the pressure was slowly increasing.  “Take her to the shed before she becomes a distraction and I have to castrate the whole bunch of males Morgan” I said.  “I’ll send the group to you for inspection and shots when I am done with them” I said.  “As you wish Jim” Morgan replied and moved off.  I watched him guide Elise before him with taps of his riding crop.  I noted her pussy was wide and swollen with need.  I swear that woman would sell her soul for intercourse with anything having a dick.

            I watched the slave bus pull up.  It was a shiny armored thing with each slave shacked within a private mesh tube.  The plain steel bands on each slave’s wrist where held tightly to magnetic places mounted to the side of the tubes, their ankles where also bound in the same way.  Thus, each prisoner was presented in a mesh tube spread eagle for inspection.  Each tube was mounted on internal rails mounted under the base allowing the tubes to be spun for full inspection.  The driver waited while I inspected each and every slave in his or her tube.  The males just looked resigned to their fate as they knew that no one was going to do a thing about their situation.   I noted both the females were blushing and looking indigent at my inspection.  I noted one of the males was very young and in fact the manifest shown him to be 19.  Looking down the manifest list showed his crime to be fraud.  I shook my head; the idiot would spend the rest of his life on this ranch for one idiotic stunt. 

            I signed the manifest and placed it back in the docket.  Each of the slaves was freed from their tubes by a press of a single switch.  The tubes unlatched and the clacking of the shackles releasing from the magnetic plates told the rest. 

Well it was time to lay down the law as it was here.  “Alright line up straight and listen up.  I am Jim McCrae and I own this ranch.  We both ranch cattle and raise crops here.  You are the other animals we herd here so you had better get used to your new station in life.   I didn’t make your choices for you that has already been done by you and you are judged accordingly.  The rules here are pretty simple to make it easy for you to stay within the rules.  Let me make sure you understand your rights.  You may not be murdered in cold blood.  I do have to feed you.  That is it as far as your rights go.  If you attempt to escape I may use anything up to and including lethal force to stop that escape.  Frankly put society has had all it can take of you and will not tolerate you back in the ranks of humanity.”  I watched as the slaves shrank from the impact of my words.  “In other words, as far as you are concerned you are animals and are considered as such within the law.  Now the rules, you may not speak unless asked to ever.  If you are caught speaking to anyone, even each other, you will have your vocal cords cut.”  I noted several turning white as a sheet at that.  “You will do whatever is asked of you no matter what it is, no matter how silly, stupid, or revolting, you find it.  What you think no longer matters to anyone least of all me.  You will not attempt to escape; if you are caught trying to escape you will be whipped on the open rack in front of your herd.  If you attempt to escape a 2^nd time you will be hamstrung and set to shelling peas for the rest of your miserable life.  You will not have sex with each other without permission as I will not allow uncontrolled breeding on this ranch.  If I catch you fucking without permission you will be castrated.  In case you ladies think that doesn’t include you I will tell you now that we core females that breed without permission.  Coring a female means a double mastectomy, hysterectomy, removal of the vaginal track and excision of the clit.” I notice both females visibly shaking with that announcement.   “On with the rest of the rules; do not try and wear any clothing whatsoever at anytime, animals do not wear clothes.  Males are either in harness or in ball coffle.”  I signaled and 2 of my ranch hands began attaching the metal ball rings and cables between each of the males.  Each ball ring consisted of simple circlet of metal opening of which was just large enough to allow the testes a blood supply. A 4’ cable attached to the front and back of each ring and ran between the legs of the males.  “Females unless pulling my carriage and in harness will be in collar and on their hands and knees.”  I noted that both females looked wild eyed as their collars were locked around their throats and leashes attached.  They fell to their hands and knees fast enough to make me happy.

I nodded to my farmhands and they soon had the males trotting along with their balls bouncing along in rough tempo.  I took the leashes of the females and lead them crawling slowly along towards Morgan’s office.  A sharp slap on each of the female’s butts with my riding crop brought a satisfying shriek and a nice pick up in speed.  I encouraged this speed with occasional butt slaps all the way to the office.  As the distance was pretty far they were sweating and panting like dogs by the time we entered Morgan’s office.  I saw Elise in her stall with a milking machine on each udder; she was an excellent producer for us with at least a half gallon of milk every day.  She had that vacant look on her face as she chewed her way through the trough.  Morgan laughed when he saw the females shivering in his cold office.  “Quiet a long way from the boardroom isn’t it ladies? What are you going to name them Jim?”  I chuckled, “the blonde I am going to name Prissy, and the brunet is Gina.  I smelled Elise’s wet pussy, she got that way whenever there was a man around and she angled her butt to face us in the hope we might want a quick ride of her.  Prissy and Gina looked at Elise horrified but dared say nothing.  Morgan led Prissy and Gina to their respective stalls patting each gently then locking their collars into the ring at the front the barred stall.  About the time the females began to wonder what was going on the gates at the front of the stalls locked into place just behind their jaws.  Prissy and Gina found their heads locked into a position and nothing they could do would change it.  Morgan pulled a pair of smoking brands from the brazier and quickly branded each one on the right butt cheek.  They howled and sobbed for a bit while Morgan waited for them to calm down.  He then produced another set of tiny brands and burned to each ones right facial cheek.  “Oh hush girls the worst is over you only have shots to complete” I said. 

After Morgan finished his shots I took Prissy and Gina to the female barn and wiped them down with a wet cloth and put fresh straw in the stalls.  I put their hands in the soft ball mitts that didn’t allow them to scratch the brands and filled their feed troughs and water buckets.  I watched both the once proud ladies lower their heads into the troughs and begin feeding.  I felt like they would adjust to the new reality just fine.  I wandered off to the breeder barn for a bit of relief before turning in for the night. 

The breeder barn had some of our best females.  I walked down the line of stalls and smiles as the females began to turn around and present me with swollen wet pussies.  Lora was a redhead that was tight where it mattered and fast to arouse.  She had that cream white skin that only a redhead can have with a slender waist, sweet belly and breeders hips..  I lowered my pants and entered her rubbing her large breasts and thumbing her pink nipples.  Lora grunted and ground her hips around in a circular motion topped by sudden up and down jerks.  She was screaming and mewing out her orgasm within minutes.  I came deep within her in shuddering gasps.  She sucked my cock dry cleaning me up with her mouth before flipping on her back and raising her legs.  She would remain in that position for an hour hoping to get with child again.  The child bearing females were really babied and they so loved the treatment..  I just loved my life…

I woke up to a serious situation.  Jake Hanson my lead hand on the ranch called me down to the female barn and that it was not good.  I hung up the phone in my bedroom and Jeanette my body slave read my mood correctly and didn’t attempt to give me my morning ministrations by that oh so lovely mouth.  She had me dressed quickly and I rushed out to the female barn.  As I entered the barn I Jake and Morgan in Prissy’s stall.  I walked quickly over and leaned over the railing.  Morgan was applying ice compresses to Prissy’s face and stomach she had bruises all over.  I didn’t really need to ask but I did anyway “Rape?”  Jake nodded and took me to the barn office and pulled down the desk revealing the computer and the surveillance screen.  Our young buck arrival from yesterday apparently didn’t believe a word I told him.  I watched while the screen revealed him breaking into the barn, then beating Prissy into submission.  She sobbed in misery through swollen bruised eyes while our young animal had at her.  I looked Jake dead in the eye “where is he?”  Jake snickered, “he thought he would escape and we caught him in the Boxer canyon about 30 minutes ago.  “It seems young buck isn’t listening and isn’t really very bright either.  Send the Department of Corrections our charge and a copy of the video file.”  I said.  Jake proceeded to do just that.  My cell phone was more than useful, two of my boys were bringing young buck back within 10 minutes and the Department of Corrections called me with more useful information.  I waited by the Ranch central square which is about as close as we got to anything formal around here.

Jeremy and Hank pulled up in one of our beat up Hummers with young buck dangling from the arms and legs from a pole stretched across a rack in the back of the bed.  He had been trussed and carried like captured game, well perhaps he was.  I had the boys hang the pole between a pair of curing racks while the entire population of the ranch gathered.  I waited in silence and pulled my hat down closer to my eyes while I waited.  I listened to young buck kicking and squirming to get off that pole.  Apparently fed up with being hung upside down he started screaming obscenities at me.  “You can do this to me you rotten fuck!  I have rights!  My father will find out what you did and have you shot!” young buck screamed.  He started to go on when I kicked him in the nuts so hard he would have doubled over if he could.  I got a nice piece of pine and started whittling on it while I waited on the last ball coffle to bounce their sun browned balls over to the crowd.  I kept silent for a bit listening to young heave and chuff out his pain.  His balls were kind of purplish from the bruising.

“You know I warned you yesterday what would happen and you just couldn’t listen could you?  Then again if you were worth a shit at listening you wouldn’t be in this position in the 1^st place would you?  Come to think of it I told you not to speak unless asked to speak as I recall” I said.  I pulled a pair of pliers out of my back pocket and used my other hand to pinch young buck’s mouth closed.  After a minute he opened his mouth to gasp for air.  I pulled his tongue out with the pliers and listened to him scream.  I extended his tongue as far as it would pull.  I pulled my lock blade knife out and cut his tongue all the way back to the root.  “Now if you ever learn to speak with that forked tongue you just acquired then perhaps you will be more careful about speaking.”  Young buck’s eyes were wild with fear now and he had to keep spitting blood to not drown in it.  I grabbed his balls and pulled them way out.  I opened the banding pliers and attached 3 rings around the very top of his scrotum.  I let the bands off with a thick popping smack.  Young buck swayed back and forth half screaming half gargling in his own tongue blood.  “I’d cut your balls off but Morgan tells me that when I band you it will take 12 hours before your balls completely die and the pain will be sheer hell.  I pulled his cock out and applied 3 more bands around the head middle and base as far back as possible.  “You won’t be raping anyone else young buck.”  I cut him down and hand cuffed his hands behind him.  “You’ll be interested to know that the Department of Corrections is sending a van for you and it will be here in 4 hours.  They will be taking you to your hanging.  You will wait by the edge of the road for the van.  Feel free to run; the coyotes will eat you alive with your hands in cuffs like that.  If you return to the ranch then I will let Prissy have you as entertainment while you are still breathing.  Just so you know you are now under a termination sentence and anyone can kill you and that is just fine with the law.”  I saw that his balls were already turning purple and shading to black.  His cock was at full erection and doing the same color tricks.  I booted him in the ass and sent him down the drive towards the road.  I guess it wasn’t strictly necessary to band him and fork his tongue but then again there were other young bucks in my heard of males.  I think it is a case of prevention.