On the Breeding Farm SataiRolePlayingGuy x Buntline)

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

OOC: Fair warning to random readers.  This is Dark Urges, but see the tags.  This is going to include stuff that even a lot of people on this club might not be comfortable with.  Maybe a lot of it, maybe not, we will find out.

The truck drove down the roads, the ruins of the city once known as New York.  It was an armored truck, filled with five battle-hardened, strong well armed and armored men.  They were one of the local patrols.  To look for women.  The plague the brought the collapse in society nearly wiped them out.  A prize worth more than anything else.  Every woman in the world these days was meant to be a slave.  To owned by warlords that ruled this world.

Men like them could never hope to own a woman.  Their main opportunity to fuck came from the breeding farms where some women were available for men like them to have some fun with.

All women in this world were meant to be slaves.  But there were still a few in hiding, or managed to escape.  They were looking for some of the girls in hiding.  There was also a runaway they were looking for, a young woman named Laura.  Ran from one of the farms with her mother.  The mother was caught a few years back, but she was still out there.

That was the other bonus of being patrol men.  It was understood they could have some with any girl caught, while brining her back.  They could not hurt her too much.  They had to keep her in good condition for the buyers, but they could be rough if they needed.  Do things to humiliate her.

They drove down the road.  The lookout scanning the surroundings with binoculars.  Binoculars that could detect body heat.  He looked back and forth as they drove, looking for any sign of any woman.

[Buntline]

Laura Wilson, 19 years old, Is inside her temporary living quarters, an abandoned grocery store on the first level of a high-rise apartment building. The windows are boarded shut, and the door is blocked by a shelving unit. She's nursing to a wound on her leg, a small gash, nothing she hasn't healed from before. She wraps a gauze Bandage over the cut after washing it out with some alcohol. the last thing she needs is a leg infection right now. The patrols that have been hunting her for the past few years have made it to her territory. 

Suddenly, she looks up, her ears picking up a distant rumbling. "Patrol car. shit." She mutters under gritted teeth. Hastily, she grabs her supplies, stuffing them into a canvas bag. Some food, her hatchet, medical supplies, a few bottles of booze, her small collection of clothing, and her small stuffed rabbit, a gift from her mother before she was taken. There is a back door that leads to the alleyway behind the grocer, if she can get back there she might just have a chance of escape. She knows how patrols work, if they haven't picked anything up, they'll keep combing the area. If she can just get far enough away from the armored truck, she'll be safe. She stands up, swinging her bag over her shoulder and grabbing her crossbow, which was leaning on the wall next to the door.

What Laura couldn't have known about were the binoculars, and that the Patrol would soon detect her body heat. She cautiously moves a crate she was using to block the back door. She cracks it open, peers into the alleyway and, after making sure nobody was around, steps out into the daylight. The rumbling of the truck is louder now, but Laura tries to keep a cool head.

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

It was getting harder to find unclaimed or escaped women.  But they were out there.  So the patrol kept looking.  The approached the building Laura chose.  They frequently rechecked such buildings.  Obvious shelters, though at this point they usually found desperate men living in those.  “As good a place as any for a bitch’s nest.”  The patrol man next to the driver, Max, commented.

“Maybe we can take one up to the apartments.  Play with her before taking her back.”  Eric, in back, added.  The observer looked it over.  They had experience with this stuff.  Things to look for.  “Front’s sealed up too well.  Bitch, or not, someone’s been in there recently.”  Maybe not at the moment, maybe not a woman.  It was too closed up to tell.  But this place had been lived in recently.  “Check the back.”  The observer added and the driver turned and looped towards the back of the building.  The observer looking for a sign of anyone in the building or near by.

[Buntline]

Laura's heartrate picks up. The truck is moving faster than she thought, and she cant tell where its coming from. She looks around, and she only sees one option. If she cant go to either side, shell have to go up. There's a fire escape off of the side of the building opposite the grocer. She pulls the ladder down, scaling it as quickly as possible. She reaches a the top of the first level of the escape, and reaches for the door handle. She turns it and pushes the door. Nothing happens. Its locked. 

"Fuck! Fuck No!" She scream-whispers. The truck is about to turn the corner, she desperately tries to kick the door down. no use. "God Damn it!" She tries one more time to kick the door down, and this time, it works. the door busts open, the sound echoing through the alleyway. She rushes into the building. Its another apartment building, with doors lined up and down the hallway she's in. Trying some doors, she finds them locked also. She runs to the end of the hallway, Pushing a vending machine to its side. She sits behind the makeshift barricade, pulls a bolt from her bag and loads it into her crossbow. She peers down the hallway over the vending machine, waiting for the patrol to come through the door...

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“You hear that?  Sounds like a bitch trying to hide.”  Alex, one of the other men in back commented with a hungry smile.  The truck turned to the back, they looked up.  “Probably cornered up there.”  The observer noted.  They all began to get off the truck and climb up.  “Stay alert, boys.”  Max warned.  “She might be armed.”  A few of the men had thick metal batons.  A few others drew, ‘pistols’.  Dart pistols.  That would mess with her head if hit.  Tranquilize her to a degree.  Also confuse her, mess with hormones.  Not enough to make her happy about it.  But arouse her to a degree, make her wet, confuse her as they had some fun with her.

They stood at the sides of the door.  The observer peaked around the door, with the binoculars.  “There’s someone at the end of the hall.  Barricading herself.”  He assumed it was a girl.  The commander, Brandon, yelled in.  Patrol!  Coming in.  If you are a man, show yourself and no one will hurt you…if you’re a bitch, surrender.  The more you try to run or fight, the worse it will be for you!”  He gestured and they stepped in, in formation, watching for any attack or attempt to run.  Slowly walking towards her.  Blocking any escape route.

[Buntline]

Laura tries not to panic, to keep her breathing in control. She isn't sure what will happen if she gets caught. What she does know is that her mother was caught and never came back. She grips her crossbow and takes another deep breath. 

Suddenly, she pops up from behind the sideways machine, crossbow pointed directly at the group of men. She only has one option, try and fight them off. She goes back down. "fuck fuck fuck! There's five of them? Ill never fight five off! what was I thinking!" She screams in her head. Frantically, her eyes dart around, trying to formulate an escape plan. There's nothing around, no door, no stairwell, no escape. She cant surrender now, she just openly fired on them. She loads another bolt quickly, but its too late. She hears the stomping of their boots as they near her barricade...

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“Crossbow!”  One of the men yelled as she stood.  They were well armored.  As long as she did not hit a face, she was unlikely to do damage.  But she could not be allowed to get away with trying.  In the girl’s panic, the bolt did not hurt them.  But one of the dart guns was carefully aimed at her, aimed at the breast.  But as it hit her, the exact spot did not matter.  The dart was fired.  If it hit, it did not matter if she pulled it out.  The drug would go to work immediately.   The men kept approaching, ready to fire again if missed.  Ready to punish her for trying to resist, and have fun doing it.  It had been too long since any of them had a woman.

[Buntline]

during the chaotic moment, Laura hadn't noticed a sudden pain in her chest. She looks down, a small red tipped dart sticking out of her shirt. "W-what the fuck?" She pulls the dart out of her chest, a bit of blood coming with it. Her head feels a little cloudy, like somethings wrong. Her heartrate begins to slow, her grip on her bow loosens as it drops to her side. "Wh-what did you do to me" she says. the patrol officers are upon her, their sneering faces lighting up with joy. Its obvious they haven't seen a woman in a while, let alone a young, good looking one.

 

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

The men closed in surrounded her.  “Don’t worry, bitch.  Nothing permanent.  Just something to take the fight out of you.”  The one in front said, then punched her in the gut.  “We did warn you, though.  If you had just surrendered, we would have been gentle with you.  Now we have to teach you a lesson…feel it between your legs yet?  You should be getting really wet soon.  Which is good for what is coming.”

Alex looked her over and spoke up.  “Boss, I think this is the runaway.”  Brandon smiled eagerly.  “Oh, is it.  You have given us quite the chase.  Let’s show you a good time, as a reward for doing so well.”  He turned to the others.  “She’s probably been staying here.  Let’s find the bed she has been using.”  He pulled her by the arm, as they looked through the building, there were almost certainly other beds, but they wanted to use the one she had been sleeping in.  “Don’t make any sudden movements.  We can’t injure someone like you, but we will beat you, if you cause any more trouble.  Maybe worse.”  They knew ways to humiliate a girl.  The drug would help, make her obedient, though only to a degree.  But they would not say what else they might do to her.

[Buntline]

(Laura is wearing a cropped t-shirt with an athletic sports bra underneath, some fingerless gloves, boxers, some cargo pants and black combat boots.)

The world around her seems hazy, like she’s there but farther away. The sudden pain in her stomach brings her back, the punch sending waves of pain through her. For some reason however, she feels a sort of warmth in between her legs. She tries to struggle as they pull her along, but the drug makes her weaker, her kicking not helping her situation.

“G-get the fuck off of me!” She stutters out as they drag her through the hallway. These men are simply too strong for her to escape, their hands like vices against her arms. The door to the grocer is wide open, a clear view of Laura’s living area exposed.

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

As they stepped into the room, Alex slapped Laura’s face hard.  “You’ve been on the run.  You need to learn how to talk to men.  Lean your place.  Your owner will teach you, but we will give you a preview lesson.”  They pinned her against the wall.  Began aggressively ripping her clothes off.  The pants and boxers came off easily, after the boots.  Then they threw her bed.  “Take your top off, all of it.  Show us your tits.”  One of them tapped their baton in his open hand.  Implying he was going to beat her with it, if she did not.  They had to be a little careful.  They were more than happy to beat her into submission though, if she resisted.  

[Buntline]

She tries her best to struggle away from the men, to do anything to get her out of her situation, but its as if her body rejects the idea of running. "F-fucking perverts! get off of me!" She says. She groans as they shove her against the wall, tearing her boots off and yanking her pants and undergarments off. She feels their eyes staring hungrily at her. She despised them, hated them to their very cores. They tossed her onto her bed, this once safe space now corrupt and terrifying. She thought about running, but couldn't, as if something was holding her back. The breeze against her newly exposed crotch made the warmth she felt earlier all the more prevalent. Her eyes narrow as they instruct her. After a moment of silence, Laura spits at the men, refusing to play into their sick game,

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“We get to break her.”  Max said, with a smile, raising the baton striking her chest with it.  “Let’s take our time.”  Alex added.  “Maybe I can use her as a toilet.”  He always enjoyed that.  “How much do we have to hit her, you think, before she can swallow shit?”  Brandon shot him a harsh glance.  “Keep your sick fantasies until the end.  Everyone gets to fuck her first.”  Most of the group found that fetish of his disgusting.  But, importantly, he did not say Alex could not do that.  No other than serious injuries or death, nothing was forbidden here.  But Laura had some say in how cruel they were.  They waited to see if she needed more beating to get the shirt and bra off.

[Buntline]

Laura groans again as Max strikes her chest, which will most definitely be bruised. The pain causes her eyes to tear up. She grits her teeth, holding her ground. “Y-you sick fucks… y-you’ll regret this” she looks at the men around her, all grinning at the prospect of beating her more. Alex’s remark makes Laura’s demeanor quiver. Maybe she should just give in, surrender might be the best option as of right now. 

Slowly, she grips the hem of her shirt, lifting it above her head. She tosses it to the side, revealing her two perky c-cups neatly packaged in the black sports bra. She narrows her eyes at the men. It’s humiliating, having to strip for these pigs. Reaching back, she unclips her bra, letting it fall off of her chest. She sits there on the bed, surrounded by the depraved men and utterly exposed.

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“We will?  You won’t be with us very long.  What are you going to do?  Cry to your new owner?”  Brandon was unconcerned.  This was the world now.  Women were property.  Livestock.  Good for pleasure and breeding.  If she behaved, she might be fed well, given a comfortable place to sleep.  But she had no rights.  No one cared how upset she was.  Interestingly, she had nothing to say about being used as a toilet.  Did she think it was joke?  It might not happen, but there was a very real chance it would.  He reached down, groped one of her breasts.

”Think she’s pure meat?”  Max asked.  “She ran away quite young.  But you think she used her body for food, a place to sleep?”  With so few women around, it was certainly likely other men had to get her to pay for things with her body.  Or for favors.  Had she done it though?  They studied her reaction to the questions.

[Buntline]

Laura shut her eyes tight, disgusted as Brandon touched her. “F-fuck you” she said quietly, her hormones flowing steadily due to the drug, her nipples harden at his touch. She was astonished at Alex’s previous speech, the thought of the humiliation of the situation made her eyes tear up. The most horrible thing, she knew it could and probably would happen.

They could see she was a virgin from her body. Women with sex experience in this world were more worse for wear than she was. The only scars she had were on her legs and some on her arms, her breasts were practically untouched, soft and perky.

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“That’s the idea.  I get to fuck you first, of course.” Commander’s privileges, there was no real question he would be the first to fuck her pussy.  Though maybe someone would take her ass at the same time.  But someone else could have some fun with her first.

Max undid his pants.  Pushed the semi-erect cock against her mouth.  “Get sucking.  I want to feel your enthusiasm.”  He still smiled, but with a coldness in his eyes.  “Do be careful about the teeth, though.  You bite any of us, we will give you such a beating.”  He nudged the tip against her mouth again.  She was expected to open her mouth and give it a good suck.

[Buntline]

Laura stares in resentment at her captors. The areas she’s been beat in are sore, the wound on her leg torn back open. The warmth she felt between her legs has amplified, a slick moisture beginning to run down the inside of her thigh. 

She hears the unbuckling of a belt, and suddenly, there’s a cock pressed up against her soft lips. Their words scare her, the damage they’ve already inflicted upon her body is already painful, what they might do if she didn’t obey their demands was terrifying. Of course, the aphrodisiac they gave her fed into these thoughts. 
 

Slowly, she parted her lips, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to think about what she’s about to do. She gently begins to suck

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“That’s it.  Take your time, you will learn to love it.”  She did not have any technique of course, and was not putting much enthusiasm into it.  But it did feel good.  They considered this their duty, teach her a little about sex.  She needed to be trained, like the animal she was.  But in time she would love it, being used, happy about her purpose.

”Don’t worry you sick freak.”  Brandon said to Alex.  “Let her suck a little longer, then we fuck her together.  You get her ass, of course.”  He just smiled.  “Thanks commander.  I’ll treat it well.  We have to teach her what to expect after all.”  Brandon reached down, his fingers rubbing the folds between her legs.  This was part of the trick, the step in breaking her.  She knew she was being raped.  But on some level, with the drug’s help, she would still enjoy it.  She would not be able to forget that.  It would gnaw on her, as she continued to be trained and used.  Someday she might agree with them, genuinely love it.

[Buntline]

OOC: Sorry for the gap in replies, had a few busy days. Loving this so far!

The dick in her mouth throbbed as it hardened,  Laura tried to pull away, but something inside her was keeping her there, like her body didn’t want to stop, but her mind did desperately. The taste was unlike anything she had experienced, in a bad way. Living in the ruins of New York, she’s had to eat the occasional gross meal or rotten food to survive, but the taste of Brandon’s cock made her sick. 

Suddenly, Laura’s hips shot up, jumping at the sudden intrusion between her thighs. A shiver ran up her spine as she felt Brandon’s course, calloused fingers feel up her virgin folds. “Mgmm!” She tries to speak, but the dick in her mouth blocks any audible noise. The tears in her eyes have all but increased, now beginning to flow down her cheeks

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

“They always cry at first.  But they always learn to love it.”  Brandon was unbothered by her tears.  She would have much worse to cry about.  Especially if Alex needed to relieve himself.  “Just imagine it.  Soon it won’t be my fingers in here.  Who knows.  If you are fertile, maybe you will even meet your owner, with my baby inside you.  Raise it with all your other children.”  This was a taste of what going to be her life, especially if she ended up on the farm.  They might all see her again someday, if she did.

Max held her head in place.  “Keep it up.  After the commander is done with you, I’ll give you a good fucking too.  Suck well and maybe I’ll try to reward you.”  The reward might just be going easy on her, or it could be trying to make her actually enjoy.  Impossible as that might seem currently.

[Buntline]

The sensation of Alex’s fingers inside of her is unlike anything she’s ever experienced. Sure she’s masturbated, who hasn’t, but the drug made even just his fingers feel like heaven. It was addictive almost. Involuntarily, Laura let out a small moan as Alex stuck his fingers in and out of her tight hole, her juices running down her leg and making a small puddle on the mattress. “T-these f-fuckers! what are t-they doing to me?!” She thinks to herself. Max’s strong grip on the back of her head made any attempt to pull away useless. Alex’s fingers entered her once again, this time catching her by surprise. Without thinking about it, she closes her jaw just slightly, but enough for her teeth to graze Brandon’s rock hard dick.

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

Well maybe she was not going to get a reward.  “She bit me!”  Max snapped and pulled out of her mouth.  Checking for damage.  Brandon sighed.  It was probably an accident.  But that barely mattered.  “We warned you.  But since it was just an accident, it will just be me punishing you.”  He straddled himself over her, still wearing the armor.  And just started punching her repeatedly.  In various, places, chest, neck, face.  He was not going to knock a tooth out, or do other permanent damage.  But he was going to hurt her.  A lot.  “Apologize, bitch!  I want to hear it.  I want you to mean it.  You want this to stop, I want to believe it.  You also need to agree to fuck all of us however we want, and put some effort into it!”  They all knew they were all raping her, but it did not matter.  They would expect her to not just lay there, act like she was doing it willingly.  The drug would help somewhat, once she was really into it, she might be able to use it to help force her through it.  At least until toilet time.

[Buntline]

Laura’s face contorted in pain as the battle hardened patrol officer beat her mercilessly. The blows were swift and strong, maybe just enough to leave bruises, which would act as reminders of her mistakes. She hated these men, but they were strong, certainly too strong for her to overcome by herself. She groans as the punches continue. “I-I’m sorry!” She stammered in between hits. The blows stop for a moment, waiting to hear her words. “P -please stop. I-I’m sorry.” Another blow to her chest, reminding her of what else she needs to say for this to end. “F-fuck me any way… any way you want.” She’s out of breath, panting as she begins to recover from the punches. “I’ll think of escape later. Right now I just need to survive. I’ll let them do their business, no matter how hard that will be, and then I’ll find a way out of this mess.” 

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

These were professionals of course.  Used to hunting women like this.  They were going to keep watch on her.  The whole group would never be fucking her at the same time either.  Brandon and Alex both undressed as the others watched, ready to strike, if she tried anything.  They were going to take her virginity in both holes at the same time.  Not really caring whether she enjoyed it, but if she enjoyed it anyways, that would just make it better.  Prove their claims right.  “Get on your hands and knees.  Shake it, show us how much you want it.”  They expected to do as told.  Try to pretend she wanted lol of them, do it as if she wanted it.