Lower Than A Slave Volume 3 (excerpt)

Hector reached the door first. Like any other barn, the entryway consisted of two large wooden doors that fit together, but weren’t snug. Much to the intruders’ luck, they weren’t locked either. Beverly crouched in front of the door opposite of Hector’s waiting for his instructions. He said nothing and instead, pushed gingerly on the door. The color drained from Beverly’s face as the wood creaked. The sound seemed to fill the night as the door swung inward a few inches, than bounced back the other way. There was now a crack large enough to spy through and the young woman could see the look of satisfaction on Hector’s face framed by the light from inside. They both peered inside. 

It was someone’s idea of heaven and Beverly’s idea of hell. 

Everything you expected to be in the barn was there; rope, tools, milking equipment, stalls for the animals and someone to take care of them. Except there weren’t animals in the stalls, there were people, nude, and hooked up to industrial machinery. The occupants along the left wall were all women. They were lashed in place, forcibly bent over by their restraints as their breast milk was pumped away in thick hoses. The right wall was all men. They were bound with their hands above their head. There was some type of apparatus slipped over their cocks, draining them like the other occupants. All of them seemed to have a wooden sign dangling off their chest and all of them looked miserable. 

A man walked the aisle between the two sets of human cattle, eying them with a smug expression smeared across his face. He was topless, but still wearing jeans and boots and he carried what looked like small black pole over his shoulder. Beverly and Hector exchanged a look and for once Hector was just as dumbstruck and terrified as his client. 

“What is all of this? What are they doing to these people? Are they members? What the hell is going on?” Beverly thought to herself, covering her mouth with her hand. 

“Please… no more…” one of the woman complained as their handler ambled by. “I’m dry, I swear.”

“What’s that honey? You’re dry? You’ve only been hooked up for ten minutes. Fat tits like yours take a lot longer than that to empty,” he said, leering down at the woman. She turned her pitiful face up to him and it only seemed to give him a rush. “You’re not getting out of there until every drop is gone.” 

“Please Mark, I can’t take it anymore. Its too much,” the woman declared dramatically. 

“Is that so? Look at you, crying already. I guess I’ll just have to incentivize you to finish your work,” he declared, lowering the black rod. The bound woman stared at it, her mouth moving up and down but no sound emerged. She slunk away from it as much as she could, but it was only mere inches thanks to the rope. The man looked pretty pleased with himself while watching the woman squirm. He ran the tip of the rod gently up her spine and across her cheek in an almost tender gesture, ramping up the woman’s anxiety. Beverly’s breath caught in her throat.

“What is he going to do to her?” she thought, too frightened to move. Her nails were digging into the wood of the door. 

There was a sudden shriek and the woman fought harder to get away from the overseer. He laughed uproariously, repeatedly tapping her on the rear with the rod. Each tapped elicited another sharp cry and a renewed struggle. There was a brief flash each time the tool connected to skin and it didn’t take long for the pair to put two and two together. 

“He’s shocking her! He’s actually electrocuting her!” Beverly thought, anger beginning to burn the fear away. Her nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed to a viscous edge. Calmly, Hector placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head “no”. Beverly looked his way for a brief instant then turned her attention back inside, trying to remain calm. The man was having a grand time finding new places to shock the woman, delighting in the variety of sounds that she was making. It was rousing the other occupants as well and they were either shrinking back in fear or groaning for more. 

“You sure do raise one hell of a racket. Why don’t I give your mouth something else to do so you won’t get bored anymore?” the man offered, going for his zipper. 

“Please… please don’t,” came a voice, but it wasn’t the woman’s. It came from the man in the opposite stall. He had been one of the ones repulsed by the scene and now he was speaking up. “Don’t, Mark, please. She’s my wife… my wife for Christ’s sake.”

Mark turned in his direction and marched right up to his face. He was larger than the bound man, in height as well as stature. He lorded over his captive, sneering down at him like a school yard bully. The mood within the barn grew tense and they only sound came from the hum of the machinery. All eyes were on the two men. The smaller man tried to keep his gaze locked on Mark’s, but he soon wilted and he turned his face away in shame. He knew when he had been outclassed. Mark stayed right in place, examining the man like he was trying to figure out if he was worth his time. 

“Have you met your quota yet?” he growled, looking down at the tube dangling from the man’s cock.

“No… no sir,” the man responded, still unable to face him. 

“You’ve been hooked up longer than your wife. Why haven’t you finished yet?” Mark asked. The man remained silent and shrunk into himself a little more. “I know why. You need “extra stimulation” to get off. Nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of men need to see a real man with their woman to get the job done. Hearing them actually have a reason to moan gets the blood pumping, don’t it?”

The man said nothing, but Beverly could have sworn he blushed. 

“I asked you a question. Does hearing your wife with a real man get you off?” the overseer snarled. The bound man meekly nodded his head. “Well then you’re in luck. You’re going to do more than just hear it, you’re going to watch it.” 

Mark spun on his heel and marched straight towards the bound man’s wife. Her eyes grew wide as the man stepped behind her, gliding his palm over her butt cheek. He took a firm hold of it and then gave a swat, keeping his eyes locked on the other man. The look on the bound man’s face was a mixture of horror and drunken arousal. His chest was heaving rapidly and fidgeted relentlessly within his bonds. The captive woman looked the same. She recoiled after the spank and moaned pitifully, but the look on her face told a completely different story.  

“She is one fine heifer too, I’ll tell you that for free. Nice fat tits, shapely ass…” He slid his fingers between her thighs, smiling wide. “… and wet when you need her to be. Don’t you worry now, I’ll treat her just like she deserves. Maybe she’ll actually cum for a change. Wouldn’t that be a nice treat?”

The overseer slowly undid his jeans, letting them slip down his legs. He wasn’t wearing a strip of underwear and his cock sprang forth, hard and ready. The bound man winced when he saw it. Beverly wasn’t sure why, but she guessed it was either because of the size of it or the fact that it would soon be lodged deep within the man’s prone wife. The young woman was speechless. She wanted to stop what was happening, but she was paralyzed in place. A strange sensation had come over her. She wanted to watch; she needed to see how this all played out. Were the NDA keeping people here and harvesting from them for one reason or another or was this some kind of elaborate game that they were all participating in? Was Hannah somewhere on the grounds similarly bound and used and would they do the same to them if they were caught? Fear and exhilaration flooded her veins and she waited, motionless and senses tuned up, watching as it all played out.

Mark was sawing his cock between the woman’s cheeks, entertaining himself as he kept his eyes on the man opposite him. The woman had gone stiff, freezing in place and unable to see what the man behind her had planned. He gave her ass a few sharp spanks, raising hot red welts on her pale skin. The sound reverberated throughout the wooden edifice, each one sounding louder and more menacing.

“Are you ready to feel a real man?” he asked, running his hand up and and down her back. 

“Ye… yes,” she replied, her voice so quiet that it could barely be heard. Mark snarled and wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling he head back.

“I asked you a question. Are you ready for me to fuck you?” he demanded. 

“Yes! Yes, sir! Please fuck me! Please make me cum!” she cried and he promptly let go. A heartbeat later, the woman let out a slow, heavy sigh as the overseer slid his cock inside of her. A murmur rose up with people either begging for more or pleading for mercy on the couple’s behalf. The bound man’s eyes were wide with shock as he watched the adulterous display. While he was too stunned to speak, his wife was too enraptured to remain quiet. She grunted and groaned indecently as her lover pounded into her from behind. He stretched her bounds as he bored into her, taking obvious delight in both of their discomfort.

“Oh your cow has some damn sweet pussy. I could just fuck her for hours,” Mark declared, slowing down and rolling his hips. 

“Please, just hurry. I can’t keep watching this,” the other man said, red with shame. 

“Whys that? Did you cum already?”

“No…” he replied meekly. 

“You did, didn’t you? So that’s why this little bitch needs a man. You barely qualify as one,” mark said, looking smug. He started to slam into the man’s wife again, rocking her within her restraints. The sounds she made were growing more pained and crude by the moment. The overseer wasn’t just fucking her, he was using her and not caring one iota about what he was doing. Beverly couldn’t even imagine what it must have felt like with the way he was battering her. It must of hurt so much, but the woman wasn’t raising a fuss. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and she looked more intoxicated than anything else.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… I’m gonna cum,” the woman declared, her voice thick with pleasure.