Fuel prices had gone up, the small farm was not competitive any more. Soon he would be bankrupt. He would have liked to switch to horses for his old carriage and the plough, he still had kept after having bought the tractor. He would have needed only 2! But horses were expensive, and he did not like to force them to work. Horses were born for being free, not for being farm animals.

He had read this book on slavery in the old south, and he got this idea. He needed 2 slavegirls. They would work instead of the horses, they also could be bred and the fillies sold for adoption, they could be milked and they could be rented as whores to visitors of the farm, and finally, after several years they could be sold as whores to brothels in Morocco for intense use, to be replaced by new cunts.

But where to take them and how to choose them? As to the choice, why not at the small airline, which was also in difficulties? They had recruited nice, longlegged and wellbuilt stewardesses. And he needed only two! So he went to this restaurant, where the crews used to take a drink after the work. His eyes were looking for suitable candidates. This one? No, or that one?

His eyes fell onto two future human mares, sitting at a table, sipping coffee, still in their uniforms. Nice well built legs, long blond hair, nice tits.

He pictured them pulling his cart. Suitable! Soon they would only drink freshwater!

“May I?” he asked, “my name is Fred”.

“Annie”, “Samantha”, they replied. “Are you a captain?”

“No, I am an Eco-farmer!”

“Eco-farming?” Annie asked.

“Yes, environmentally friendly and profitable at the same time. We have nice horses, leisure, cows (this was not – yet – true, but if it worked he would have also human cows). We often invite guests for free to see how it works and to spread the information amongst their friends. The cheapest marketing for us, and an unforgettable experience for our guests”!

He looked at those long legs, the hips, the noses still without rings! ”Interested? We give whip treatment, have a whip room for our guests!”

“VIP treatment, VIP rooms? Sounds interesting Annie, what do you think?”

He impatiently waited for the next weekend, had asked for the help of a friend to welcome the human mares. He welcomed them in his house, presented his friend. They still had their uniforms, having come back from a flight.

“I'll show you the whip room!” he said, and they left the house, went to the barn. He switched the light on, closed the door. “Here it is!”

“But!” Annie and Samantha did not have time to continue, because they faced a pistol.

He slapped them both, hard, on the face. “Undress, animals! You have been chosen to work instead of horses. But if you are not cooperative, we can feed you like sows, and you know what happens later to sows! You can shout of course, but no one will hear you! And yes, this is the whip room, with whips, because you have to be broken in by regular whipping!”

Undressed, except for their new leather body harnesses, they looked even better, with ample hips and big tits. Airlines always chose good merchandise! He grabbed Annie, gave her a slap on the ass, and affixed both her hands to a chain falling from the ceiling. Then it was the turn of Samantha. Both were struggling.

“Ladies, your first whipping!”. The men took whips and started to whip, first the asses, then the tits. It was a real pleasure, at least for the new Masters. Each sound of the whip was replied to by a cry of a new human mare.

Now one may complain about this harsh treatment. However, it is deemed to be necessary, as the breaking-in phase is crucial for producing a good slave. Also we should not forget that whipping is extremely hard work! After 15 minutes they finally stopped. “We should ring our property”, he proposed.

First they took Samantha, fixed her with her back on a table. “Free jewellery time, ladies”. It was painful, she was crying when they inserted the cunt rings, the clit ring and the nipple rings. Had she known that it was followed by a nose ring, she would have spared some cries. A necklace, this time without pain, and it was nearly finished. They opened her mouth, pulled the tongue far out, to pierce it. “It simply gives a better blow job!”, they laughed.

Exhausted from her cries, she did not resist when they fixed her again to the chain. Then it was Annie's turn.

A slaver's work is hard and not recognized at all by society. Every one wants cheap farm products, but no one would accept slavery!

“It's branding time!” After Annie had been re-secured, they took again Samantha, affixed her on the table on her stomach. Soon the sign of the farm would be fixed on her ass, one which still glowed with the nice red lines from the whipping. They showed her the hot branding iron with the owner's initials. “Do you like it, mare?”

“No, please, no!” she cried.

A slight turn of the nose ring calmed her down. Now branding is very delicate. There is no second turn at it, the brand must be visible, nice and properly done the first time. In addition, it is extremely dangerous, if the animal is not properly secured, one can hurt oneself with the iron, which is very painful.

The inhuman cry of Samantha confirmed that she had received the brand well. An F and and S were now clearly visible on the left hind. They were sweating from the hard work. Then it was Annie's turn. There was still some space on the table, and Annie was fixed down next to her friend.

After the hard work of branding the second animal, he said “Let's have a break and fuck them!” It was a brilliant idea. And at the same time, a good preparation for them as future brood mares and as whores when they were not in front of the carriage or the plough.

“Don't worry SamCunt and AnnCunt, we are using condoms, as you will be covered only later by a real human stallion!”

Any resistance was impossible while they were used as a first time as a fuck animal by their Masters. And it was certainly not for their last time! The Masters really enjoyed this compensation after hard work, and came all too soon.

Finally they were liberated from the table, their arms were secured by short chains behind the back. They were led by their nose rings to a small box, where they were secureded to a short chain coming from the wall.

Normally, tomorrow they would be on a flight again. Normally. But instead they were left there, chained, in total darkness, with the lights switched off. As he left, he said “Good night cunts! Tomorrow you will get again a whip treatment and we will have your first exercises in front of a real cart, then a plough. There is some fresh water here. And the contents of a garbage bin from McDonalds are on the floor, if you are hungry”.