Secretariat
#10 of Undersourcing
Back from my trip and I even managed to finish another chapter (most of it was written on no sleep, so keep that in mind). If all goes well I may be able to upload a little something extra tomorrow as well, here's hoping. Enjoy!
Also, the weirder the stuff I write gets, the harder it is to pick tags. Huh.
Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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While looking out her carriage window into the rainy dark of the countryside, Bridget let out a sigh. The past several days had been something of a nightmare, ever since what was now referred to as the casino incident.
Thankfully, she hadn't been present for it as Milo had left her in charge of the rest of the realm during the grand opening. From the stories she heard, it was horrifying, ending with the death of both Pride and Dr. Crane. She and Pride had never met, and by all reports they wouldn't have gotten along, so beyond the implications of the death of another god, she wasn't terribly bothered about that loss.
The bigger concern was the death of Dr. Crane who, while a good friend of hers, was also the only other Milo had given access to his ability to manipulate reality. With his loss, and the ensuing disappearance of Milo himself, she suddenly found herself in charge of what felt like a sinking ship.
Of course, the sinking ship feeling could be related to the fact that ever since Milo disappeared the entire realm had been experiencing a constant downpour. The nonstop rain was definitely lending itself to the overall feeling of misery that seemed to be covering the whole land.
Well, misery or no, it was her responsibility to keep things running, so she just needed to suck it up and do her best until this all sorted itself out. At the moment there were flooding issues at the farm that needed handling, there was no time for her to wallow in her own problems. She shored up things in the main castle before leaving Gregor in charge, figuring she had no idea how long she'd need to be gone. A sudden jolt from the carriage woke her from her reverie. Through the other window she could see the main farm facility was right outside.
A voice from outside spoke, "We've arrived, Bridget," before opening her door.
"Thank you Harold, it wasn't to bad for you out there was it?" she asked as she climbed out and stretched her back.
"Thanks for your concern, but no, it wasn't too bad with my canopy. The ponies got the worst of it, I think, but they'll be fine.."
"Go ahead and wait inside for me. I'm hoping this won't take long, but the way things have been going I'm not optimistic."
The pudgy basset hound gave a slight nod and the walked past the ponies on the way to the entrance. She couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the creatures. The team pulling the carriage was made up of four rabbits, three male, one female, all standing up straight and wearing full pony-slave gear. Their bodies were covered in black latex, hooved boots and gloves were tightly locked over their feet and hands, black hoods with extra long ears covered everything but their mouths and nostrils, and their arms were bound in a begging posture at their sides. Bit gags kept them silent, and an additional leather harness led from the lead rabbit, to the next, eventually connecting them all to the carriage. She could see the faint outlines of chastity cages under the shiny, covered crotches of the males. A set of electrified buttplugs with full horse tails on the end were used by Harold to make them run or stop. The four of them were easily able to pull the large carriage thanks to their strong, muscular legs.
As she passed one of the males she couldn't help but slap his ass, laughing as the bound rabbit gave a loud whinny. Seems like they were incredibly well trained to completely accept their new roles. Harold unhooked them from the carriage to bring them to the stables while they waited. With a small wave, Bridget sighed again and headed to find out what new disaster needed fixing.
Waiting for her in the lobby was the boss of the whole farm facility, Alvin, an obese work shirt and suspender clad boar. The previous times they met he always seemed friendly, enthusiastic, and hardworking. This time, however, he seemed to be panicky, nervous, and particularly sweaty. Actually, he was soaked. Bridget found herself quietly hoping that he had just been outside, because if not, she was going to keep her distance.
"I'm glad to see ya made it, Bridge. It seems a couple of our lower buildings have flooded out and we're running out of space. I was just at one of the milking facilities and barely got everyone out." As he spoke he held up a hat and wrung it out onto the ground. He missed the quiet sigh of relief from Bridget before continuing. "Everyone's kinda working overtime to move everything to higher ground, but it's something of a losing battle. If this rain doesn't stop, the whole place'll be underwater before long!"
"So you're thinking evacuation?"
"We may not have a choice."
Bridget took out her notepad and flipped to where she kept her maps. She quickly made some notes, having him point out the currently flooded areas, and trying to figure out the best course of action.
"Hm. I think you're right, from the looks of this, there's nothing sandbags and bailing it all out would help in the long term. This is the lowest area of the realm, most susceptible to flooding, but nothing here was ever designed to handle rain to this degree. I think the best course of action is to move everyone to the stables. From there, we can load the less mobile of your denizens on the delivery carts, and make our way to the stadium. It's not too far away, plus it's on top of a hill so it should be safe from flooding. There's plenty of room, and the roof was closed when this started so it should be able to act as shelter for the time being."
The boar quickly went from nervous to relieved. "I knew you'd figure this out Bridge, you're the best."
"I have my moments. With any luck I'll be able to get back to my actual job soon," she added with her own nervous laugh.
"Ah, heck. Whatever happens, as long as you're looking out for us everything will work out fine." With a quiet chuckle he gave her a pat on the back before hurrying away to begin preparations. Despite it all, she had to smile before heading off to the stables as well.
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The evacuation had gone surprisingly smoothly, thought Bridget as she watched the farm's population filtering into the stadium. She wasn't sure if it was a result of being prepared or just lucky, but there were far more carts in storage than they could possibly have needed.
The farm's single largest population were pony-slaves done up the same way as the rabbits pulling her carriage, so there was plenty of available manpower... or rather, horsepower, to pull the milk and egg producers loaded on the carts. The milk and egg producers were all permanently sealed into large metal cages, bound and suspended in such a way that why couldn't move on their own. Each cart fit two cages, loaded onto carts by the farm's workers and pulled by a pair of pony slaves.
The remaining populace was mostly made up of slaves bound in some unique way on all fours and trained to act as animals, either for entertainment, various scut work around the farm, or to be sold as pets. Some were still in training, still trying to resist their new roles, while others had completely broken, embracing their new animalistic needs. Since they were all mobile, if hobbled, they just followed along the convoy under their own power, though not without being leashed to a cart for security's sake.
The farm contained a number of actual feral livestock as well, who were simply leashed to the carts alongside their bound counterparts and pulled alongside them.
The initial road leading out of the farm was the most difficult to pass as it was a simple dirt, now mostly mud road. After the first cart got stuck, almost losing a wheel in the process, Bridget had the workers go get spare wooden planks to lay down for traction. It wasn't perfect, but it worked to get things moving again. At least the pair of bitchsuited foxes, walking on their elbows and knees, wearing pig styled hoods and curly tailed buttplugs were enjoying wallowing in the mud while the cart they were leashed to got unstuck.
Luckily, once they reached the main road it was paved with asphalt, so it was relatively smooth, if still rainy and wet sailing from there.
As the last few carts made it through the stadium doors, Bridget made sure to check everyone made it in before ordering them sealed. As she traveled to the main, open field of the stadium, she was worried she'd emerge into a scene of chaos, but to her relief it seemed the farm's workers were keeping themselves calm and collected, if a bit shaken up. Thank goodness for small miracles.
The first thing she did was have them all line up the carts into a grid system to keep things organized. The cages were unloaded onto the ground, making room for the carts to act as a simple bedding for the workers. There were no pens to keep the animals and slaves secure, so they were simply left leashed to their carts for the time being, allowed some rest after their journey.
Bridget strolled through the grid system quietly observing to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible despite the nightmare going on outside. Thankfully, it seemed like there weren't any problems so far, though she still had work to do. The future was an unknown quantity, no telling how long they'd need to be here, so food was a necessity. The milkers and egg layers would need to be put back into production before long. Entertainment for the sake of morale was a must, though that shouldn't be a problem given the stadium they were in.
As she passed by another aisle in the grid she saw Alvin singlehandedly unloading one of the carts and ran over to let him know the new plans. After dropping the heavy, massive cage on the ground he turned to see her approaching and waved.
"Looks like everything's more or less sorted out, Bridge. Starting to feel like it might be okay after all."
"Glad to hear you say it, but I was thinking, and we need to get your people back to work ASAP if we want to make sure we're safe for the undetermined future. How long will that take?"
"Oh, we can start now, no worries. Each cage contains a completely independent, self contained system. Here, check it out." Alvin guided her to the front of the cage he just finished unloading, giving the weasel her first close up look at one of the milk cows, and wasn't disappointed.
Suspended from the metal bars was a gray wolf, belly down, arms and legs bent at the joints and held that way by tight cow-patterned latex sleeves. The wolf was hanging from rings threaded through the sleeves as well as a couple more on the back of a chest harness. A set of massive, pendulous breasts hung down below, nipples capped with suction cups and tubes leading to another small device hanging just off the floor of the cage. There appeared to be a pair of control devices, one with a large tube leading to a gag in the wolf's mouth, probably to handle feeding, the other in the back leading to a plug inserted in the tailhole, which she assumed was to handle waste. There was a smaller tube running from the waste device to the wolf's crotch which Bridget expected to lead to the wolf's vagina, but instead she saw it led to the tip of a sheath cage locked behind an abnormally small pair of balls.
As if sensing what she was thinking, Alvin helpfully chimed in. "Yup, the old R&D folk figured out a while ago how to get a full milk production from either gender, mostly involving hormone injections or some other hoodoo that's a bit beyond me. From what they said he's so emasculated at this point that the cage isn't even necessary, but it has a useful secondary function so I keep it around. Anyway, the milking operation is pretty straightforward. Here, take this, I'll walk you through it." He handed Bridget a large empty jug from the cart. "Just place it under the pump and press the green button on the milker."
She did as the boar asked, placing the jug under the exit hose of the milker and pushing the biggest of the green buttons before stepping back to watch the show. The now only partially male wolf began to moan through his gag at the renewed sucking sensation on his chest. A buzzing sound from his rear made it clear that not only was the plug in his ass being used to tease him, but the chastity cage was doing the same. The combined feelings were clearly driving the milk wolf mad, eyes rolling back in his head, futilely trying to hump the air to find relief. If his tail hadn't been secured to his back it'd be flailing about like a whip.
As this happened, a white liquid began flowing down the breast tubes, through the milker, and all the way to begin filling up the jug. This continued for several minutes, the wolf losing his mind, eyes pleading to Bridget for release with no success. A loud ding sounded as the jug reached its top and the suction and vibrations ceased. The exhausted wolf relaxed a bit, little else but resignation left in his eyes. The feeding device kicked in, sending a stream of nutrient paste directly into his belly. For a moment the suspended wolf struggled anew before drooping back down in complete defeat as his stomach swelled.
"I'm not sure how the feeding devices work to be honest. They almost never need to be refilled, and they mix in the perfect amount of hormones to make sure they're always ready for a new milking to begin." The wolf only lightly gurgled in response. "As for food, we have the egg layers, like this one over here." They walked over to another nearby cage, this one holding a slightly chubby, black, female bat suspended inside, belly up.
A set of pure white latex sleeves, similar to the ones binding the wolf, were tightly fitted around her limbs binding them bent at the joints. Rings at the tips of her elbows and knees were connected to the top bars holding her off the ground and keeping her in a lounging position. Also same as the wolf, a feeding device with a large tube led to her mouth gagging her completely, while another device and tube for waste removal plugged her rear. Unlike the wolf, there were no tubes on her nipples, which instead were pierced with a pair of heavy gold rings and connected with a thin chain. A thick, shiny, black plastic covering was sealed over her crotch, one small tube to act as waste removal and another large tube pushed into her pussy.
"Looks lovely doesn't she? Unfortunately egg layers are female only, at least so far. They're were heavily modified with hormone treatments to make them produce chicken-like eggs at regular intervals. Similar to the milkers we can control their production through their feedings using measured, concentrated hormone supplements. Here, I'll kick her off. The bat, hearing every word the boar said started shaking as her bondage would allow as he approached her feeding device.
Once he turned a dial to the maximum setting and pressed a button it hummed to life, pumping her stomach full to the point of bulging.
"I put her on the maximum setting, so she'll be laying every minute or so. Normally were only have them go every hour, but these are extenuating circumstances." Hearing that last statement, the bat's eyes bugged out before she tried begging through her gag with a muffled voice. As the boar ignored her please she sat back in terror until her body began to convulse. She shook fiercely in her bonds for almost a minute before a pop was heard and a large egg could be seen traveling down the tube into a bucket. Sweating and gasping, the bat laid back in her bonds trying to recover until the process quickly restarted. The bat closed her eyes tightly and cried as her body started to convulse once again.
Bridget watched this all quietly but thoughtfully. "Yes, this should be enough to keep us going for the foreseeable future. We can let everyone know to get started using the PA system in the control room. There's a kitchen with a large refrigerator that can be used to store any extra food we produce, just to make sure we never run out. There's no slaughterhouse here so using the feral animals as food is off the table, at least for now. We'll have to get used to scrambled eggs."
"How about entertainment? Any ideas there?"
"Oh? I thought that one was easy enough. Just let people know that all of the animal slaves are free use now until this all gets sorted out. Actually..." Bridget looked around the field at the track running around it. "I had another idea as well..."
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To Bridget's relief, the crowd reacted to the announcements favorably. The first two about shoring up food supplies, increasing production until a reserve was created was met with muttered grumbles from the crowd, as well as groans and gurgles from the cages. The next announcement about all of the other slaves being available for play was met with a chorus of cheers before the majority of the crowd fell upon them. The workers currently manning the milk and egg stations groaned a bit in disappointment, but calmed down when it was explained that everyone would trade shifts on and off in short intervals, so no one would be left out. Seeing the new burst of activity, Bridget decided to hold back on the last announcement until the orgy calmed down a bit.
The weasel gave a bit of a sigh, happy to see something finally going as expected. She didn't want to jinx herself, but she had to hope that maybe this meant things were finally getting better. The rain would stop, Milo would come back, and they could get back to doing what they were meant to. Well, there was no harm in hoping.
"So, Alvin, how about while they all get the stress out of their systems, we go get the rest set up?"
"Sounds good, Bridge. Let's just try not to take too long. I see a rabbit puppy-slave down there with my name on it." He rubbed his hands together while licking his lips making the weasel stifle a laugh.
"Of course, let's get started."
As they got to work on their own special project and food production hit its peak, they orgy reached full swing. The feral livestock watched with disinterest, either sleeping or grazing, as the slave animals were unleashed from their carts and pulled into sweaty dogpiles, or catpiles, or pigpiles, whatever the case may be.
The pair of pig suited foxes from the first cart had their curly tailed buttplugs yanked from their asses, only to be quickly replaced by the engorged erections of a large white wolf and a bigger bull. Their initial squeals of pain as their tailholes were spread, first by the plugs, next by wide, hot pillars of flesh, were quickly replaced by snorts and grunts of joy as they were pounded hard into the grass. Even though they were hooded and not gagged, the foxes had long since been fully broken and trained, convinced that they were no more than common swine now, having lost all rights to speak, maybe even forgetting how. Their own genitals were sealed away by their suits, making sure the only personal stimulation they could ever receive was anal, something they had grown to beg for. The fact that they were both completely straight when they arrived was a point of pride for their trainers.
The bull finished slamming inside his fox, driving in home one last time before cumming deep into his ass and filling him to the brim. After resting a moment, the bull pulled out and left to relieve one of the milkers, giving him a turn. The now empty fox grunted in disappointment before backing his gaping, cum drenched tailhole up to the other fox's snout. After giving a tentative lick, the other fox dug in, driving his tongue in as far as possible to lick out the bull's creamy cum while the wolf behind him still pounded away. The first fox grunted in joy as his hole got a sloppy tongue bath.
After a few more minutes the wolf drove his knot into his fox, shooting his own load up the gaped tailhole. Without waiting to deflate, he yanked his knot back out and wordlessly presented his slimy cock to be cleaned. His fox started voraciously sucking on the presented shaft, while the other crawled over to suck the wolf's cum out, returning the previous favor. A loud snort was muffled by the cock down his throat as he felt the other fox's exploring snout press its way into his hole. The fox pushed his ass back hard onto the snout as far as the wolf holding his head would allow.
After a few final humps, the wolf pulled out, gave himself a quick inspection, and left to find someone he could replace. The two foxes began wrestling on the ground as much as their bound limbs would allow, using the opportunity of having their plugs out to pleasure each other's orifices. A new pair of workers,a rabbit and a cat, pulled the two apart and propped them back onto all fours. The rabbit and cat shoved their already fully erect shafts in and began to thrust away at the enraptured duo. A new series of joyous grunts and squeals filled the air as the foxes enjoyed being completely full once again.
Similar scenes were spread all throughout the field. A horse, deer, and bull were triple teaming a kneeling cat geared up as a puppy slave. His bone gag was undone, replaced by the bull's shaft, clearly visible through his neck. Both the deer and horse were deep in the cat's stretched out rear, having replaced the dog tail shaped plug discarded on the ground. Several inches of the horse were still visible, unable to fit completely inside. The tip of the cat's cock was pulled between his balls and connected to his taint by a pair of piercings, keeping him needy and frustrated. His arms and legs were free, though thick puppy mitts were locked around his hands and footpaws. The cat held his arms off the ground in a begging position, meaning the only thing holding him up was the bull pressed deep into his throat. From the look in his eyes, he couldn't seem to be happier about it.
Nearby, another less willing puppy-slave wearing the same gear, this one a mouse, was lying on his back. A female badger was perched on his face, forcing him to eat her out as he futilely tried to push her off with his useless mitts. A female mouse, this one wearing cat slave gear, playfully batted his pierced and trapped genitals around as a rat powerfully fucked her rear, mewling as her moist pussy, pierced shut by a series of silver rings, was repeatedly slapped by his dangling balls.
A skunk cat-slave was drinking from a bowl of milk placed in front of him as a squirrel fucked his ass slowly but steadily. His heavy balls repeatedly smacked into the metal cage around his cock as his muzzle was pressed into the bowl again and again. His bushy tail would have been wagging if it weren't bound to his back, thankful for getting to enjoy a treat while being used.
The four rabbit pony-slaves from Bridget's carriage ride were all hard at work servicing others, one of them gagging heavily as Harold, the driver, had his cock buried tonsil depth down his throat. He was flailing a bit, trying to get air, gasping deeply as his head was finally let go and he pulled off the long shaft. Harold quickly grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back down, starting his gagging over again.
Harold noticed Bridget and Alvin come over and gather up a few of the unused pony slaves before leaving with them. He gave them all a friendly wave as the rabbit began to gurgle around his cock again, letting him up for another hit of oxygen. Bridget smiled and gave a friendly wave back before walking away, and the basset hound forced the rabbit back down again.
Several hours passed like this, workers trading places, taking turns having fun with the different slaves fully trained to service their needs with a smile and a vacant, feral stare, or in some cases, weak impotent struggling. Things began to wind down a bit as Bridget expected, with a tremendous stockpile of food to show for it. Things were going well, so now it seemed like the best time to show off her little addition. She tapped the mic for the PA system twice before addressing everyone again.
"Hi again, all. I've devised a little game to help us pass the time. Since we have a track and plenty of ponies, I thought maybe we could have some pony races!" At her last enthusiastic statement, a cheer went up from the stadium's denizens, some still mid-coitus. "Here are the rules, we'll have races every hour, 8 ponies per race. Everyone gets a ballot to fill in with their predicted ranking from first to last place. The ones who come closest to the correct order, they'll own the loser for the next 24 hours. Theirs alone to do with as they please. How's that sound to everyone?" Another cheer went up from the crowd as she finished speaking. "Then let's get started!"
She gave a signal down to Alvin, standing down by the starting line of the track. He and a few workers began handing out paper and pencils from the stadium's storage area as the rest headed over to watch. A set of 8 pony-slaves approached to the starting line of the track. Two female wolves, a male fox, a male crocodile, a male rat, a female fox, a female snow leopard, and a male, actual pony, all wearing full gear same as the rabbits, took positions at the line and waited for the signal for them to start.
Once the ballots were collected, Bridget signaled the start of the race with the sound of a starter pistol played over the PA system, also triggering a shock to each of the racers' horse tailed buttplugs. They all took of in a full sprint, running as gracefully as they were able while wearing their hooved boots. Some in the crowd cheered and some booed when one of the wolves fell over, unable to recover with her arms bound as they were. A couple more wiped out, some knocked over by the other runners, while the rest kept moving. After a short time, they all made it to the finish line to no small fanfare. Once the results were determined, the ballots were checked and the results handed to Alvin.
"Hey Davis! Where are ya?"
A slim cheetah raised his hand and waved back. "I'm over here boss!"
"You won! Go get your prize and have yourself some fun, eh?"
The cheetah pumped his arm in victory before pulling the prostrate wolf from the ground and dragging her back to his cart. With a bit of effort he was able to pull the struggling pony-slave onto the bed of the cart and placing her flat on her back. He quickly pulled both of her hooved boots above her head, securing rings by her ankles to a pair of hooks on the walls, bending her in half.
Judging from the wolf's struggling and swearing through her bit gag, Davis figured she hadn't been in training for long. That would certainly explain how she wiped out in the race so quickly. Well, that didn't matter the the cheetah, he was interested in something else. He stepped over her spread legs to her upturned rear and yanked the pony tail plug in one try and smiling at the muffled scream that followed. Adding insult to injury,he gave her pussy, sealed behind her latex pony suit a hard smack, getting another scream. As the wolf began to angrily struggle again, he lined the tip of his cock up to her tailhole and pushed in hard.
The wolf let out something more like a shriek as he shoved himself in to the root. The cheetah ignored her cries as began to thrust his pelvis with the lightning speed characteristic to his kind. It didn't take long for him to finish, pumping in harder and harder until reaching his climax, shooting his load deep inside his new toy. She almost passed out from the ordeal, head on its side on the ground, tongue slightly protruding under the gag, a river of drool flowing from her mouth. Davis pulled out, cock still erect and ready to go, and admired the glowing red gaping ring looking back at him. He couldn't wait to see what he could think up in the next 24 hours.
Meanwhile, as the cheetah was dragging his prize away but before he had his fun, Bridget wrapped up the first race. She chimed in using the PA system and said, "Thank you for participating everyone! We'll be back for the next race in an hour, I'll see you then!" She sat back in her chair and gave a loud sigh of exhaustion. She gave it her all but it was finally starting to look like things might work out again.
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The residents of the stadium learned to make the best of their collective situation quickly, which was lucky since it was still quite a long time until things started to go back to normal. The workers slept in the carts at night, the feral animals grazed in the field and did their own things. The animal slaves slept on the ground, while the milk and egg slaves stayed as ever suspended in their metal cages. After the first day there was a greater emphasis on food preparation instead of production, but it still kept them all busy.
As Bridget hoped, the games and other entertaining activities kept everyone's mind off the outside world. No one could even tell how long they had been in there until the barricaded doors were suddenly thrown open as a familiar figure walked through, bathed in sunlight.
Bridget rubbed her eyes, gasping as she saw who had entered. She ran over to Milo wrapping her arms around his shoulders and giving him a big hug.
Milo gave a nervous laugh before asking, "Uh... missed me I guess?"
She stepped away and nodded before reaching back and punching him in the gut before he could react.
Milo coughed and gasped for a moment before recovering. "I... ugh... I suppose I... deserved... that."
"I was able to keep things running just fine, but I'd rather not ever do it again. So what the hell happened anyway? Where were you?"
"I was working out a few issues, more or less... For now we should probably get everyone back to the farm and finish checking in everywhere else. I cleared the flooding and repaired any damage. Gregor was able to keep the castle in order as you expected, and you did an unbelievable job here. Actually, you know what, I'll talk to Edris at the Slave Market, you've more than earned a freebie of your own."
Bridget blushed, happy for the kind words from her boss. "Thank you sir. I was happy to help."
"Alright, so let's get this done and we can walk and talk, hm?" She nodded and Milo continued. "So, about the past few weeks..."