Families Enslaved - The Sultan's Slave Ranch

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Profiting immensely from the numerous helpless people who were sentenced to serve behind the ominous wall, the Talistaun had built a remarkable business around the merciless operations. And with a seemingly unending supply of ideological enemies available as fresh stock, the operations never lacked for 'participants.'

Whether it was the highly prolific 'Milking Barn,' where hormone induced women were housed and made to expel their highly coveted and profitable breast milk every morning like clockwork; while secured to the relentless milking machines that cruelly kept them at the very brink of orgasming; or the 'Sex-slave Farm,' where the women, and a few very select men, were trained in submission and intense sexual pleasures before being made available 'for rent' or sold to the highest bidder; or the 'Breeding Barn,' where beautiful young women were mounted to breeding tables with their legs bound open as they awaited the highly-anticipated arrival of a very well-endowed, rock hard, breeding slave to arrive between their legs; or the 'Pony Slave Facility,' where robust and sexy captives were fully trained as pony-slaves; to pull lawn mowers, supply carts, transportation buggies, etc.

The remarkable male 'breeding slaves' had two duties to perform. They labored in the Talistaun's subterranean diamond mines for 16 hrs. a day, while waiting anxiously for an opportunity to breed with an enslaved beauty above ground.

In most cases, your fate depended on your age, level of beauty and your perceived value as a quality breeder, a prolific milker, a highly desirable sex-slave or a durable pony-slave! In the cases where an attractive mom and daughter duo were 'acquired' the possibilities were even more horribly humiliating. And in the event that the daughter was a virgin, their assignment to the milking barn was nearly certain. Not even a virgin was immune to the incredible effects of the powerful hormone injections.

As the strategic release of indisputable evidence of the awful slave farms slowly trickled out from behind the impenetrable walls, the Nation of Talistaun was a highly feared place; a place where no one wanted to find themselves!

Over the past few months, Sultan Jabbar had been aggressively expanding the massive sprawling slave ranch located in the center of the Nation. Still technically owned and operated by his 'friends' Jackson and Katelyn Shackel; the Sultan had invested millions of dollars into the expansion of the slave facilities that housed offshoots of all four slave operations. And in addition to that, he constructed an opulent guest palace connected directly to the Shackel's private residence. While these recent events were unsettling for the Shackel family, it did allow Sultan Jabber to personally oversee the expansion of his astounding slave empire - which he did frequently.

Now built and equipped to house, train, and fully exploit hundreds of helpless slaves across the four disciplines, the Sultan was beginning to hire his own staff, called ranch-hands. Under the notable but meek objections of the Shackel's, the Sultan wanted his own loyal servants engaged in the operations he was building. So, while he allowed the Shackels to assign the 'barn keepers' within the slave barns, he wanted more direct control over the higher-level operations on the ranch.

Convicted and indentured slaves themselves, the keepers' roles were very simple - keep the slaves compliant and functioning as required - and report those who are not to a ranch-hand for punishment! In nearly all cases, the keepers selected by the Shackels were given a choice; enforce the rules and requirements of the barn across all the occupants or serve in the slave role you were sentenced to. No one ever declined the opportunity to be a keeper!

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Serving alongside one another for months now as they fulfilled their sentences as enslaved Milkers, life in the milking barn for Carrie and Kara had become unexpectedly routine for the beauties. Under the full power of the harrowing hormone that kept their libidos ignited while relentlessly filling their large shapely breasts; their months spent in the barn felt like an eternity for the horny, milk laden women. Memories of their lives before becoming indentured milkers were becoming more and more distant.

A highly coveted mother and daughter duo, Carrie was a beautiful 37-year-old, 5' 4" tall, fully endowed woman who weighed in at a sexy 110 lbs. Her petite body is a vision of beauty with dark brown hair, seductive brown eyes and naturally adorned with incredibly firm and perky D-cup breasts. A mother and an adoring wife, she found herself and her family ensnared in her husband's questionable dealings with his business partner, Joseph. Believed to be part of a plot to undermine the Sultan's rule, their lives would be changed forever.

In a matter of hours, she, her husband Ken, daughter Kara and son Daniel, were swept up in a raid on their home. Unbeknownst to them at the time of their abductions, Ken's business partner Joseph and his wife Gloria were experiencing the same humiliating abduction ordeal. And within a day after that, all six of them were tried and immediately convicted of crimes against the Talistaun. Captured, tried, convicted, sentenced and prepared for slavery together, the two families quickly found themselves serving their humiliating sentences as set forth by the sham court.

Serving alongside her mother at the milking barn, Kara was 18 yrs. old, stood 5' 5" tall and weighed in at 115 lbs. Blessed with a young and sexy figure, Kara had gorgeous blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Equipped with a pair of robust C-cup breasts before her captivity, her teenage globes were accentuated with unusually large areoles and impressively long nipples for the size of her girls. A stunning vision of beauty herself - a near copy of her sexy mother - she was shockingly still a virgin!

Virgins were the favorite milking slaves of the Talistaun. Often enslaved with their mothers at the milking barn, these young women produced the sweetest and most sought-after bounty. It was rare to find a vulnerable virgin in the barn who was not under the watchful eye of her mother, so the pairing was a common occurrence. Within a matter of hours of being assigned and inoculated as milkers, they were outfitted with their tight leather harnesses. Allowing for their arms to be contained behind their backs much of the time, and their engorged breasts to be supported within tight looping leather straps at their chests, the effects were immediate on their womanly attributes.

Once injected with the specially engineered hormone, no woman could escape its intense effects - not even a virgin. While the potion ensured the relentless production of two quarts or more of milk daily, it also had two tormenting side effects. The super hormone significantly elevated the women's libido, while making achieving an orgasm nearly impossible! Constantly horny, the women had only a few options to quell the sensations surging through them, which included getting a little oral help from a fellow milker...

The only strictly prohibited act, punishable in awful ways, was sucking the milk from a milker's dripping nipples to help relieve the inevitable pressure. Unfortunately, this was an all too common request of the suffering virgins during their first weeks. They had never experienced anything like having their young firm breasts engorged with milk. Their breasts ached from the pressure while their nipples tingled as the pressurized milk squeezed out from their flowering buds. And all the while this was happening, their sensitive clits were swollen with an unrelenting desire to be pleasured in some way.

With the sun just rising in the clear morning sky, Carrie and Kara were suddenly awoken by the distinct sound of a helicopter arriving at the ranch. The thumping sound of the blades cutting through the Texas morning air was unmistakable. This was a fairly common sound to hear during the day as many ranch visitors and those sentenced to slavery at the ranch often arrived via the old-school military choppers, which the Talistaun had acquired for their own use.

What was uncommon about this morning was how early the first chopper arrived. It was rare to have visitors or arrivals so early before the highly anticipated milking hour! This meant they would be awake longer than usual as they waited for the milking parlor doors to open at 10AM sharp. It was every milkers' goal to remain sleeping as long as possible. It was the hours leading up to the morning's milking hour that were the most challenging. The fullness and pressure in their mammary glands was always difficult to bear as the highly anticipated milking hour approached.

This was especially true for the newer arrivals. It generally took a few weeks to grow somewhat accustom to the tormenting sensations that overwhelmed their bodies every morning. Caught between 'uncomfortable' and 'horny' it was common for some milkers to start fulfilling some of their daily exercise requirements before entering the parlor for milking, while others would indulge in ways to pleasure themselves or each other.

Awake and wanting to keep themselves mentally occupied for a few more hours, Carrie and Kara began preparing to complete some of their required daily exercise laps. The daily requirement to complete 100-laps on the quarter mile track was often a welcome distraction, and something they could do together. While they generally made the majority of their laps shortly after their milkings when the volume of the bounty in their exposed breasts was the lowest, they had learned how to pace the walking track when fully loaded too.

They had finally gotten to the point in their enslavements where the raw humiliation of seeing each other's tormented struggles was less-and-less traumatic for the pair. Focusing on compliance with the rules and requirements was finally more prevalent in their thoughts than the sight of each other's swollen breasts and dripping nipples. This included their obvious efforts to endure the sensations of their hard, budding clits as their climax buttons tried to escape the warm and wet folds of their womanhood's. Given how close their relationship had become over Kara's teenage years, it now seemed as if nothing was too difficult to experience and witness together any longer. And with time being the great equalizer, not even the faint moaning murmurs of each other's sexual frustration was something to feel embarrassed by - it was now just part of their daily lives as milkers.

Carrie and Kara did not think much of the chopper's arrival until their 5^th lap or so; when they heard the chopper wind up, swoop over the milking barn and fly away into the distance. They knew that the quick departure likely meant a 'delivery' of new slaves, and that did have a slight effect on them. They knew firsthand how terrified and distraught the new arrivals would feel as they were being delivered to their sentences on the ranch.

Still methodically making their way around the exercise track, they tried to put those thoughts out of their heads while preparing themselves to submit to the milking machines at 10am sharp! But it was not long before they spotted several figures approaching in the distance. Slowing their pace a bit to get a better look, they saw two ranch-hands, leading two collared and harnessed figures toward the barn on the end of leashes. Not surprised to see the new arrivals approaching given the chopper's quick departure only minutes earlier, it was certainly a little unsettling to see what appeared to be another mother and virgin-daughter duo - given the color of their collars and leather harnesses.

Megan - the one restrained in a black leather harness and perched atop a set of tall high-heels that emphasized her slender long legs, she was a tall and very sexy beauty. She had a very sultry, model like figure with impressive jutting breasts and a stride the screamed SEXY. She had very long dark haired that was pulled back into a ponytail behind her head. Her arms were affixed to the back of her harness as her hair swept across her arms and back, just above her tiny round ass. Her wide seductive green eyes were staring outward in disbelief of her situation. Her mouth was stretched open by a ball-gag, which had the bottom side of her chin pressed to the top edge of her tall collar as she reluctantly made her way along behind the ranch-hand.

Suzie, the young girl that followed closely behind Megan, was fully clad in white. While just out of her sight, Megan knew her daughter was not far behind. She could hear Suzie's laboring breaths and whimpering moans close behind her. There was no doubt that this was Megan's daughter. Quite tall herself and similarly blessed with raw sexiness, she appeared like a goddess - much like her mother. She too was adorned with similarly long, dark hair captured in a ponytail that protruded from the back-top crown of her head. Her soft silky hair was sweeping over her tight shoulders, given her identically bound arms. Another mother daughter duo; the daughter was clearly distressed to be on a leash that was relentlessly pulling at the collar around her delicate neck.

As the pair drew closer while struggling to adjust to their bondage and swollen breasts, it was the look of terror on their faces that had Carrie and Kara feeling so badly for them. As was customary for slaves during transport, they both had ball-gags jammed deep into their mouths. If not, their begging and pleading would quickly become unbearable for the transporters.