Farm Girls - Futa on female, breeding, light bondage; (cont. in first line of post)
Story by GingerM
Fetishes (cont. fm subject line) submission, animal genitals, implied bestiality, seduction, defloration, pharmaceuticals.
Co-authored by Ginger & Ava.
Hello everyone. This story arose from a role-play in Second Life with a friend. As such, this is mostly just re-arranged from the lines of chat in the log, as I preferred not to take liberties with what she wrote. She has asked for personal reasons that I redact her SL name. NOTE: "hir" and "shi" are used to refer in this story to the futanari participant, except where I messed up. Just to keep things clear :)
Farm Girls
Ginger paced impatiently, hir booted heels scuffing the worn barn floor, kicking up little devils of hay dust and fine dirt. This was always the longest part of things. Shi looked over at hir latest acquisition. They were in the special room in the barn, the central feature of which was a simple U-frame made of steel pipe, welded onto a massive steel plate which was in turn bolted securely to the floor. Across the uprights of the U was a horizontal bar as well – an afterthought, added as an improvement. At the moment, a petite blonde girl – wholesome, virginal, innocent – was locked to the frame; her legs spread, ankles shackled to the sides of the U at floor level; her arms bound together and raised, attached by manacles and chains to a hardpoint at the center of the U above. This arrangement forced her to bend over the horizontal frame member, her tummy just brushing the rust-scaled metal.
Ginger turned as hir keen ears registered a slight noise, and turned to see hir captive stirring. “I see you've woken up, Ava,” she said lightly. “You weren't very cooperative...”
Ava woke groggily, her body feeling thick and fiery, as though filled with embers. She squirmed lightly, moaning words through a muddy mouth, "Nnnn ... Ginger? What?" Her shoulders hurt, and she could feel a slight breeze stirring the light, thin cotton top stretched over her pert breasts. She looked up at the sun-bronzed woman, crowned with flaming red hair. Ginger was tall, athletic, with toned muscles rippling under dusky skin. Ava realized the woman she had known as a neighbour and friend was also very scantily clad… it appeared that hir only covering was a dress made from a pair of old coveralls, which was evidently not equal to the task of restraining her lush breasts. The dress ended just below hir crotch, leaving the major part of hir strong, tanned legs bare except for the dusty cowboy boots on hir feet.
Ginger cocked hir head, looking at Ava, admiring her youthful beauty. “Well, you turned 18 yesterday, right? I've been waiting for this for some time now...”
Ava gasped, her supple body instinctively bucking in the restraints, and replied in a voice like crystal bits, "Y-yes ... I did." She strained again, seeking vainly to free herself. “Why do you have me ... tied?”
“Because you have a special purpose for me...,” Ginger replied as she sauntered slowly behind the bound beauty. Hir eyes lingered on the perfect curve of Ava’s pert little bottom, clad only in very short cut-off denim jeans. Those jeans, Ginger reflected, were really a bit small, even allowing for Ava’s petite size, for they clung to her as though painted on; revealing rather than concealing every curve and furrow. Ava whimpered delicately as her tummy skated over the firm bar below.
“Tell me, Ava, how long have you known me?” Ginger asked.
Ava whined, trying to turn her head to bring the wet, clear bore of her stare to Ginger. "A long time ... six years."
“Yes, since you were a little tomboy, coming over to play in my hayloft. You've pretty much had free run of my farm.”
Ava emitted a porcelain moan and nodded sadly, her eyes still seeking Ginger, body writhing weakly. “I have. Yes.”
“So haven't you wondered about me?” Ginger continued, hir voice gentle in an attempt to sooth Ava’s rising panic. Panic would only sour the experience.
“W-wondered? No ... I ... I just loved ... playing here.”
“I'm not married... and I've only ever had young women as farm hands.”
Ava tossed lightly, her arms' suspension tugging the satin of her back into strain. Her delicate features tumb
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