? I will show you mercy after you receivethe 40 lashes you deserve for? failing tomeet quota in? plowing the fields. ?The disciplinarian then proceede... to continue the whipping to the delight ofthe native farm workers assembled for the public punishment. This was the monthly ? PunishmentDay ? at the ? Farm for Women Prisoners ?. On this day thoseprisoners that failed to meet their quota as slave laborers were punished withthe bullwhip. The slave on the Whipping Ladder had failed to meet her. We were tugging oneach other anal hooks, pulling on our connected nipples, crying andmoaning in discomfort, embarrassment, humiliation and unbearablehorniness. Our connected tongues were twitching inside our droolingmouths as I felt my companion's quivering lips on mine. We were nowdrooling uncontrollably on our connected chests, shuffling our high-heeled feet trying to keep our composure, giving up on keeping oursanity...I guess we were making too much horny noise, because the sound. A half hour laterSantosand Fidel took her for a double rape. Allie talked about her experience later that night. What they did was absolutely brutal.”Kiyoko sighed. “My memories of life in the pussy barn are so vivid. The word quickly spread among the women slaves. If you’re picked by Diego, your choice is to endure a simple rape while being petted or risk something far worse. Allison was the only women who physically resisted him. I did not. It was still absolute coercion of course. We both. She scoffed a bit, rolled her eyes, leaned over, and slapped me in the face pretty hard. “Did I give you permission to touch your dick, footstool?” “No mistress, I am sorry.” I replied. “Let me tell you how this is going to work, you filthy foot boy,” she stated. “Your nose, mouth, tongue, nipples, balls, and dick are my property tonight. You are not allowed to defy me or you will go to sleep without cumming. You will smell every inch of these disgusting pantyhose until I am satisfied you are.