THE FARM 1 - extract

 

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2019

 

But then attention turned to the twins. One had to take the scene in as a whole and the audience seating was arranged so that they could do just that. But as well there were huge screens erected with cameras located at various points so that zoomed in view could be enjoyed in high definition. But that whole scene - mamma to the side, tethered to a post and shifting, constantly shifting her weight from one hoof to the other, and that constant sexual drip from between her legs - and these enormous almost surreal breasts, with massive teat like dark nipples, just there for these people to gawp at. And then just a little way away, in centre stage as it were, the twins tethered down low and there asses high. Their knees spread and secured and their ankles also spread so that their mounts could simply kneel between the legs and walk their cock into the twins. Gemma and Kerry side by side just like they always were and always had been. And they were dripping as well. Hope Farm used the sexuality of a women and girls indiscriminately to get the result hey wanted and here the twins had been cooked to perfection.

The twins were knowing, fully knowing that they were going to be bred now. But their need for sexual penetration would be softening that particular psychological blow. The twins had been prepared to breed. They had been prepared and made sure that they were ready to go. Every check had been made - everything that could be done was done to ensure that the twins 'caught' first time round. There it was again, that full scene. The whole of it taken into consideration. These poor girls, and their mother, being watched by perverts from around the world, taken to Hope Farm in complete secrecy. Probably the perverts in this place, bettered by none. Perverts that had paid premium prices to be where they were right now. Perverts that wanted to sample and experience the essence of this family in 'torn apart' mode. And there was this sense of sorrow for the twins and Amy. But it was like under the radar. The sense that these people were collected to see the worse of despair was more than the sorrow that might have been felt.

But then the shock. There had always been the question of how one male, or two males be chosen to mount the twins. That had always been a question. But to see a line, a queue of males brought in naked and ready to go was something that might not have been expected. These were men and boys who had fallen on bad times. Some of them taken to Hope Farm just for this night, and others residents of the Farm because they had nowhere else to go. There would be no way that the father, or fathers of any babies could be singled out. It wasn't important which of the queue was the father. They had all been tested and checked to make sure they could do what they needed to do. It was of no concern and certainly of no record who the fathers would be. It could have been any of them because all of them would crawl between those legs and walk their dripping cocks into the twins. And all of them would ejaculate into both of them.

It would be much like a free for all - but an organised free for all. And there was this recognition in Amy as to what was about to happen because she stopped shifting on her hoofs and she watched. And she tilted her head and a high definition camera zoomed into her despair to project a single tear dripping down one cheek as she worked out in her own damaged mind what was about to happen. The twins didn't work it out as such. Their own addictions to being penetrated meant that they didn't care how many of them would be inside them. They didn't care how many of them deposited their load up inside them. In fact there was this eagerness in both girls to be mounted at the earliest possibility and as many times as possible. As much as they could due to their bondage, they writhed their hips from side to side, as though silently inviting the first cock into them. They couldn't help it but it was something that as well as being clear to see for the audience, and cause for a round of applause, was also the cause of added despair for Amy. She had her issues to deal with now - and yet this was cutting deep. The queue containing men and boys of all colours and creeds. There was no racism in Hope Farm, just interracial breeding.

Amy was watching closely, her eyes flicking to screens to see the penetration of her girls. And right about then there should have been more tears - even some wailing as a result of what she was seeing. But there was none of that - there was just this licking of her lips, and this look in her eyes that told of a jealousy that the twins were being gang fucked and not her. It was something, like a minute but important detail that the audience picked up on and applauded again. They were here to see a breeding yes, but they were also there to see a fucked up family. These were very particular people with very particular perversions. It seems that the fifty or so mixed male and female crowd like the concept of a family, a happy family being taken out of circulation - being taken out of their real lives and then worked on. Worked on to a point of total destruction whilst keeping them all intact, just.