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S&M Farm Slaves (Mark Andrews)


S&M Farm Slaves by Mark Andrews

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I inherited a bent for mechanics and gadgets from my father. But for a career I chose industrial chemistry, building up a profitable business in processed foods. But then I decided to branch into the development of slave products, specifically white products from both males and wenches – and made another fortune on the way.

Contains non-con content involving M/f, M/m, F/f, F/m

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 3 / 2019

No. words: 34000

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Male Dom - M/M

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Chapter 1

I inherited a bent for mechanics and gadgets from my father. But for a career I chose industrial chemistry, building up a profitable business in processed foods. But then I decided to branch into the use of slave products, specifically white products from both males and wenches and this is the story of that enterprise.
My name is Samuel Draper and while I do indeed love gadgetry, I opted to concentrate on food processing as I believed I had ideas to offer in that industry and within ten years of graduating, my company now ranks among the big players in Sydney, Australia. The main reason for this is my interest in mechanics and while I have no engineering degree, I believe it and my knowledge of food processing allowed me to develop new ideas, both in the products we marketed and their source foods, together with new ideas in processing and bottling or canning our products.
I won’t say anything more about that aspect of my business but now turn to what became the love of my life. And no, I don’t mean a girlfriend who became my wife. What I do mean is that I stumbled on an article on the Internet relating to the milking of human slaves to produce an incredibly tasty and very healthy product, and then some months later, the use of human male sperm in cosmetic products, particularly in the reduction of wrinkles and the smoothing of human skin.
I then set up a new sub-department of my R and D section to research and report to me on the truth or not of the claims contained in the articles I read. The results made me re-read and read again the two reports that later hit my desk. I called the two researchers to my office (separately) and quizzed them hard but in the end I had to agree that both products were likely to be incredibly profitable – the one problem being how to acquire commercial quantities of both raw materials: milk from a female slave’s breasts, and sperm from a male’s testicles.
That had nothing to do with the researchers but everything to do with the people who had most to do with slaves and their management, but in the meantime, I set the two researchers on a new course of developing food products from female slave milk and skin commodities from the semen, enjoining them to strict secrecy about what they were up to giving each of them a different cover that would satisfy their colleagues in the R&D Department.
And then I went on the prowl visiting both the State Slave Centre and the private dealerships who dealt in the trading of slaves and products to manage and discipline them. By this time, well into the second half of the twenty first century, slavery is the standard punishment for all middling to major crime, bankruptcy and to a large extent, civil debt. This had meant the numbers of slaves in the community had expanded out of all proportion to the former prison population which of course had been abolished when slavery replaced penal detention which had finally been recognised as useless as a deterrent in the commission of crimes.
One could therefore now purchase a slave for as low as ten thousand dollars although top-class, younger and better-looking models might go for ten times that much. Of course, as with everything, the law of supply and demand governed the prices at any given time. But as I cogitated over this whole new idea that was slowly developing in my mind as a viable enterprise, I began to see enormous possibilities over a much wider range of endeavour.
What if I could take scrawny or overweight slaves and engage them in useful work that would turn a profit and at the same time develop their bodies so that they were a hundred times more attractive than when I purchased them and then sell them on at a huge profit but in the meantime strip the females of their milk twice daily and the males of their semen once a day.
And to this end, I sent my researchers on two sub-projects: on the one hand, food or drug products that might increase the milk supply; and on the other, those which might enhance sperm production.
The end result of all of this was a new factory, quite separate from the Draper Foods plant and with no connection to it. Here, the slaves would be milked and then put to hard physical work that would either develop the scrawny individuals or hone down those that were overweight.
I planned to achieve this result in anything between three and six months but that could be fine-tuned according to results. As for their physical development, well I hit on a brilliant idea which, while not profit-making in its own right, actually cut back that timespan to three months or less, for the profits to be made from purchasing, buying, developing and then selling a less than attractive slave of either gender were hugely greater then any enterprise I might have otherwise put them to in the Factory, as I dubbed this new enterprise.
What I installed there was a bank of huge capstans, ten of them, each with six spokes and places for three slaves on each of them, thus employing a hundred and eighty slaves at a time. They were mechanically linked and the final output drove a generator that not only served our electrical needs but provided a surplus that we fed back into the National Grid.
And to complement these, a similar bank of eighteen rowing machines that looked rather more like a rowing scull, each with ten ‘oars’ thus employing another hundred and eighty slaves there. In this case, the ‘oars’ ended in a mechanism which imposed an adjustable load on the ‘rowers’ and also added to our power generation surplus.
But more importantly, the combination of the two kinds of exercise worked together to develop and hone their bodies into the physical perfection we were aiming for.
I now had workspaces for three hundred and sixty slaves and even at the lowest price, that came to over three and a half million dollars. But as I hoped to recoup up to nine times that much within three to six months, and as my real business was extremely profitable and clear of debt, I had no problems financing this new enterprise.
My next task was to develop the machines to milk the females and males of their daily offerings. Naturally, I started with the milking machines still in use on dairy farms across the world. In the case of the females, all it would need was the development of a new kind of teat cup that would fit comfortably over a human female breast but still operate as the bovine variety does by gently squeezing each of its four teats in a rippling motion from top to bottom to lightly squeeze the milk from the cow’s udder. That was another project I assigned to my research team.
So far as milking the males of their sperm is concerned, that was a great deal simpler as the existing bovine teat cup would work very well particularly if the male was suspended upside down so that the cup would hang correctly from his body while it teased him to ejaculate his semen.
The whole thing came together wonderfully, as such projects do when properly planned and managed. As you will no doubt realise, I am fortunate enough to have been gifted with this talent.
It took only a few months to acquire a vacant site in Waverly, not far from the other factory and design and build it to my needs. You will be aware, that slaves are required to be worked for fifteen hours a day minimum and that they are not permitted creature comforts of any sort.
I have barely touched on the reasons that slavery replaced imprisonment as the principal method of punishment right across the world. The first, of course, is that penologists finally realised that imprisonment was absolutely useless as a deterrent to crime. Yes, it took criminals off the streets, but only so that they could band together and plan and plot new crimes for when they were released. Furthermore it had become an extremely revenue-draining imposition on the budgets of nations everywhere. The efforts of the so-called do-gooders to water down the punishment aspects of imprisonment had turned them into rest homes where the prisoners did no useful work and could spend all their waking hours planning new crimes, as I said.
Slavery, on the other hand, was about as severe as its designers could make it. There had been countless world conferences in and out of the United Nations but the end result was something that sent shockwaves through and through the criminal classes and for a while at least, slashed the incidence of crime to almost nothing. But then, as such things do, its perpetrators began to think they could beat the system and the crime rate rose again.
But now of course, they faced criminal slavery. For a start, slaves are not permitted clothing. Nothing at all! Not even a tiny rag tied with string over their genitals. And even in the coldest climes or the middle of winter, during a snowstorm or downpour of hail, they are made to work at whatever tasks were assigned to them. The only consideration given them then was to be sprayed with Thermacoat ®, an aerosol product that coated their skin with a layer of transparent but heat-insulating plastic that would last for some months if required.
Furthermore, this labour was required to be non-stop for the whole fifteen hours. Initially, at least for the first year (but for the whole period of sentence if its owner thought necessary) that labour had to be heavy-duty. Pick and shovel or otherwise extreme effort such as my capstan and rowing machines in the Factory, for example.
Each new criminal slave also had a tiny wafer of silicon permanently glued to his right testicle (by making a small incision in the scrotal wall, peeling off the wax paper on the glue side of the chip and placing it directly onto the testicle and then applying a Band-Aid to the wound) or to the inner wall of the clitoris of a female. These units had a number of purposes. First of all, they acted as a GPS sensor that apprised the computer, tablet or iPhone to which they were attuned of its wearer’s exact location. But it also acted as the recipient of an order to either punish or alert its wearer of a summons by its owner. Furthermore once inserted, it lasted a lifetime, drawing its power from the heat of its wearer’s body and the chemicals secreted by the scrotum or clitoris.
There were other additional chips that could be inserted on a slave’s body such as, in the case of a male to punish him at the first sign of an erection; or others that monitored his work effort and punished him if he allowed it to drop. But I had no need for such a refinement. I merely wanted their milk and their sperm to provide the raw materials for my two new products.
You may be wondering where they slept. This was easy. Slaves do it tough. There is no need even for a wooden bed for a slave. He or she is allocated a rectangle painted on the concrete floor that is one metre wide and two long. The paint includes an ingredient that provides a trigger to give the slave a punishment zap to his testicle or her clitoris if their primary silicon chip gets too close to that line. They may lie in any position but not under any circumstances touch any part of the body of their neighbour or face an extended horribly painful zap to their sexual organ. Mind you, the fifteen hours of non-stop toil at the hard labour I have already described, pretty nearly exhausts them anyway and so they tend to fall asleep the moment their body hits the deck, so to speak, and stay asleep until they are aroused by the klaxon at five thirty the next morning.
You may also be wondering about feeding this large number of slaves? No problem at all! Slave Chow is a product that was invented very early in the days since the introduction of criminal slavery. It looks very much like the chook pellets that are still commonly used to feed poultry except that in this case the inventor of the machine that makes them consulted dietitians who gave him the ideal formula that would produce such pellets suitable for human consumption.
It didn’t require expensive cuts of meat or even fresh vegetables. The cheapest, toughest meat was just as good as prime fillet steak; and leftover vegetables from the fruit market that could be purchased for almost nothing, were just as good as the freshest peas and beans. And reject grain, that also cost almost nothing, was the final ingredient that went into the huge steel hoppers that once sealed, cooked them all under high steam pressure and then masticated the resultant stew into a paste which was then extruded through nozzles, dried and cut off and then bagged, sacked or stored in bulk and were then available at supermarkets, slave dealerships and in the case of the bulk product, were delivered by a truck which could then fill or top up the external storage hopper attached to the delivery unit on the inside of the same wall.
In my case, with three hundred and sixty slaves to feed, the internal unit had spaces for three slaves at a time. After being hosed down (with cold water under pressure) they had to dry themselves with their hands as best they could and then form into three lines that moved up to the three nozzles on the delivery machine.
All they have to do then, is to cup their hands under the chute and press their forehead against the bar above it at which a measured ration is delivered into their hands. They then turn away, consuming the pellets as fast as they can get them down their throats by which time they would have reached the water fountain at which they could then fill their bellies with water which then combined with the pellets to re-form into the cooked paste and so provided them with nourishment twice a day.
If it was the morning feed, they then move to their allocated position either on the capstan or rowing machine where they stay for the whole of that day, the next being on the other machine. If it was at nine o’clock at night which is when their labour ceased, after being fed, they retired to their painted cell to sleep.
During the day, each of them had to front up to be milked. We could do three at a time (for each of the two kinds of machine) based on a fifteen minute milking session, or four to the hour, thus taking up the whole fifteen hours of their labour.
They had a pecking order and my manager, Jimmy Jones (and later, his afternoon assistant) ensured the constant throughput of the slaves of both class (male and female) to front up to the milking machines in readiness to replace their predecessor there.
At this point, you may be wondering how many staff I needed to run this part of the Factory? Not many at all. Jimmy and his assistant, Colin were in charge for the two shifts and all they needed to allow them to oversee their shift was one more employee each who, because the slaves were under an electronic control by means of their chips, were all that was necessary to keep them obedient and hard-working.
You may think I was cutting costs and placing them at great risk? Not a bit of it! The chips had been proven over the decades since criminal slavery had been introduced, to be foolproof. If a slave even moved out of his proper place or spoke, he received the most horrible zap to the most sensitive part of his or her body. No, rebellion was not an option for them.
At first, I spent a great deal of time out there watching to ensure that the systems I had put in place were working satisfactorily and to confer with both Jimmy and Colin as to whether they had any ideas to improve the system or make it more efficient.
But I was also interested in how quickly we could convert the initially rather unprepossessing naked bodies of the original three hundred and sixty slaves that made up the full complement of the Factory.
Of course they all started to improve after the first week but following that, the progress was rather varied, some responding more quickly than others but as I wanted as near to perfection as we could get, I was prepared to wait until Jimmy and I decided a slave was now worth marketing.
Originally, I had decided simply to detach him or her from the gang and take them out to Scabbard and Drass, the clear leader in slave dealerships in Sydney but then Jimmy suggested that we might make a great deal more from their bodies if we staged a sale of our own.
His previous job had been as an assistant manager for one of the slave dealerships in the city so he was well aware of how much the buying public would be prepared to pay in order to return a decent profit and as he gave me the figures I agreed with his idea.
“What say we hold off then, until we have, say, two dozen slaves to sell and then use that unused sales room at the front of the building to market them? It wouldn’t take much to convert it into an auditorium-like space with tiered, semicircular rows of comfortable seats, decent carpeting and soft furnishings and we could hire Sydney’s top auctioneer to conduct the sale.”
“I’d say that was brilliant, Sam. And I agree that it would be worthwhile spending a bit of money to make that room most attractive. May I also suggest that we provide tea and coffee and light refreshments before the auction begins. That will soften them up and make them more predisposed towards you.
“We know we have a good product. They may not be heart-throb types but their bodies are now pretty nearly superlative and I doubt even Scabbard and Drass could improve their physiques. I think you are going to make a real killing, here, Sam.”
I smiled back at him. “Well if we do, Jimmy, that is in no small measure due to yours and Colin’s efforts in keeping them hard at work for the whole fifteen hours of their working day and I have it in mind to give you both a substantial raise on your current salaries. But first let’s wait and see how much we do make from them…”
I haven’t yet said very much about the processing of the milk and sperm. This was carried out in another part of the Factory, in two separate laboratories. So far as the milk was concerned, it simply had to be pasteurised and then bottled. At this stage, production of this product was so limited that it was pointless in trying to market it through the two big supermarket chains, Woolworths and Coles, so what I did was approach a couple of the local IGA stores and offer them the product, pointing out that I would be mounting a local advertising campaign and had already arranged for a TV station inspection of the plant and its products.
The face cream was another matter altogether, however. It merely used the sperm as an additive to the other ingredients normally found in such cosmetic products and as we were producing an average of three millilitres of sperm a day per slave, that amounted to about a litre which was enough to make thirty, two hundred gram jars per day or nine hundred a month.
I had already contacted a local cosmetic scientist who specialised in facial products and asked him to conduct an independent test to establish the efficacy or not of the product and thus decide whether it was worthwhile continuing with its production.
Dr Rohan Smith has an impeccable reputation as the local arbiter of such products and assured me he would give me an honest appraisal in about a month. I was very happy with that.
In the meantime we continued producing it but were very pleased to hear from him after that time that he had conducted tests using thirty ladies with real skin problems on their faces and that twenty-eight of them showed distinct improvement after that time. He said the results were very encouraging but that he would require a further five months of tests before he would be prepared to lend his name to supporting the product.
Again I knew he was very right to be conservative and that such care and attention to his task could only help us once the trial period was over. And in the meantime, I was happy to allow my female friends to try it out gratis and wait and see what they thought about it. Of course we didn’t offer it to any cosmetics retailer and while we did mention it to the reporter who accompanied the TV camera, I was very careful to state that this product was still under testing and while we had high hopes for it, it would not be marketed until the tests proved that it was both harmless and helpful as a skin restorative.


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