by usemeinva

Chapter 12

I woke up the next morning when a bucket of cold water was thrown on me. I was startled not only from the cold but from the ass of the pig that was practically sitting on my face. We were told to eat up because today was going to be a long day and we wouldn’t have time to eat the rest of the day. With that, the slop was dumped in the trough and we had to rush to get something to eat before the pigs ate it all.

Once we had cleaned out the trough we were ordered to line up nose to ass and crawl to the gate where we were let out of the pen. The tape was ripped from our arms and legs then the humblers were removed from our balls. At this point, we were ordered to stand and follow the farmer who was in charge of us. We were taken to a place where we were hosed down to get the worst of the mud from the pigpen. After we were “clean” we were led to the center of the barnyard. We were told to form a semi-circle. He told us today we would be doing work on the farm that was much needed but time-consuming and there wasn’t time for the regular farm slaves to get the tasks done.

He pointed to the first slave who was told there is a fallen birch tree on the edge of a field that needs to be removed. He would be given a hand saw to cut it up. He was also to make 5 bundles of 10 switches from the branches of the tree.

The second slave was told that there was a bunch of briars overtaking one of the pens. The briars would damage the livestock if not removed. He was provided with clippers to do the work. He was also instructed to cut five 4-foot long canes of briars and keep them separate from what was discarded.

The third and fourth slaves were assigned to the woodwork shop where the overseer there would give them their instructions.

The remaining slave and myself were assigned to the tack room where the leather harnesses and saddles were kept. We broke up and went our separate ways. Our overseer told us that we would be caring for all of the leather tack. Oiling it and repairing it as needed to make sure it was in good shape. As we got to work we were ordered to pay particular attention to several leather straps and crops. But we worked all day and oiled and mended all of the harnesses saddles and other tack used on the farm.

It was about sunset when we finished and we were ordered to gather the straps and crops and follow the overseer to the barn where the slaves stayed at night. When we got to the barn the farm slaves were gathered around eating their dinner. My stomach growled I hoped I would get to eat as well, but that was not to be.

One of the overseers got the attention of the farm slaves and told them that they had some entertainment planned for them that evening. I looked in the direction where the farm slaves started working and noticed that six saw horses were set up at the front of the room. I learned that the sawhorses were constructed by the woodshop duo. He took the leather straps and the crops from us and put them on a table to the side of the room. The birch switches, the briar rods, and some wooden paddles were also there. He instructed each of us to go and take position over each of the sawhorses there were ropes at the legs to restrain us with. Once we were all in position the farm slaves whooped and hollered at our exposed asses. Once we were all in position, we were told that we would each get ten swats with each implement and that we would be giving the swats to the other slaves ourselves. The first slave was released and told to get one of the birch bundles and to give the 10 swats to each of us. When my turn came to receive came I could definitely feel the branches cutting into my ass. We had been warned that if we didn’t give good hard swats that we would receive the remainder of the swats by ourselves.

Next was the paddle. The first paddle didn’t have holes drilled in it as I would discover the second one would. Both hurt like hell especially on the broken skin from the switches. The crop was next and the slave was told to apply that to each of our balls. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain.

The second paddle followed the crop then the leather strap. That was applied to our backs. After that I was released as the final slave I was told to use the briar rods on the lower buttock and thighs of the other slaves. I was glad I wouldn’t have to endure that, however, it pained me almost as much to give those swats as it would have to receive them. The briars were sharp and definitely broke the skin of my fellow slaves. Their legs were streaked with dripping blood once I was done.

I had hoped we were done but I was mistaken. I was tied back to my sawhorse and the overseer announced that the usual restriction to sex in the barn was lifted tonight. The slaves were welcome to take advantage of our holes for the remainder of the evening but were reminded that they would be expected to do more work than usual the next day so to get some rest.

The lights were turned off except for one dim red bulb that provided enough light for the other slaves to see to use our holes. Fortunately, the slaves had been kept chaste for a long time so they didn’t last long fucking our holes but I was sure we serviced most of them two or three times. Finally, after several hours the line of slaves stopped and I fell asleep still bent over the sawhorse with slave cum leaking out of my ass and down my legs.

The next morning, I was awakened even before the sun came up by the farm slaves two of the smaller slaves that maybe had not been able to use us the night before decided to fill both my holes and fill me with their loads. Both of them were very attractive and had nice cocks that were a pleasure to serve. For just a moment I wondered when did this straight boy become a slave that love serving cock?

Before long the rest of the slaves woke back up and started heading out to their daily work. Several of them paused long enough to rub our heads and say thanks for the holes, slaves. After they left our handlers came in and put an iron cuff around each of our ankles. The cuffs were connected to the slave to our left and right by a short chain. The lead handler informed us that we had another long day of work ahead of us but first we would be walking to our next work site. It was a couple of miles away and that we would need to hurry so that you will be able to make your work quota for the day.

We were led down the road. It was dirt and gravel and even with my earlier training of running on gravel it still hurt especially having to walk slower because of us being chained together. However, finally, we made it to our destination. It was a large quarry. We were told that we would be breaking large stones into smaller ones. The six of us as a team would be expected to fill two carts of stones small enough to pass through a screen with one-inch square hole mesh.

“You will remain chained together so you better learn how to work as a team to accomplish your task. To give you extra incentive I will be here until you accomplish your task and I will have this whip and I’m not afraid to use it on the back of any or all of you that are slacking off. Additionally if one of you earns a lash ALL of you will get one. You are a team you will be rewarded as a team or punished as a team.”

We were provided with several sledgehammers and a screen to test our gravel through in order to be acceptable. There was also a couple of shovels. We quickly grabbed the sledgehammers and started pounding away on the large rocks. They did not break easily and it took several swings to even break a large rock once. After an hour or so we were starting to get the hang of it and it was a bit easier. I suggested that one of us start shoveling the smaller rocks through the screen into the cart. Each of the carts was about half the size of an army footlocker. I guessed they were so small because the trails that they had to pass up to the top were not all that wide. I keep breaking rocks since I seemed to be good at it one of the slaves in the center of the chain grabbed a shovel for the first shift of shoveling and started to dump broken pieces of rock into the cart. I felt this job was going to take forever.

After another hour we paused a moment to discuss how to make this work faster. This was rewarded by a crack of the whip on each of our asses. We were told that we were slaves we were too stupid to think just work harder. Eventually with four of us using the hammers and two shoveling we started making better progress. About once each hour we shifted off who was shoveling to give ourselves a break. After the third hour, the overseer told us to take a five-minute break. If we were thirsty we could drink each other’s piss. The slave next to me knelt and I pissed in his mouth then he did the same for me. In no time at all, there was a crack of the whip above our heads signaling time to get back to work. About another hour it was approaching midday when we topped off the first cart. I was definitely starting to tire out though I wasn’t sure I could keep up the same pace to get the second one filled. Soon it was my turn at the shovel and while it wasn’t any easier, it was a break from swinging the heavy sledgehammer.

About midday we were permitted another brief break and were given what we were told was protein bars I’m pretty sure they were just dried cum and granola. Since we hadn’t eaten since the pig slop the day before other than the cum we swallowed last night even the disgusting bars were welcome. Soon it was back to work. My muscles were starting to really hurt from the intensive labor that was far beyond anything I was used to. It took another three hours to get the second cart filled even halfway. At that point, we were given another five-minute break to piss in each others' mouths to provide some moisture for our mouths.

Once we got back to work we got a good amount done for about an hour when we were frequently interrupted by other teams leaving the quarry having finished their day’s labors and meeting their quotas. The overseer informed us that the slaves that were passing us had double the quotas that we did. Some of them were older in their 50s and 60s as well although they were usually paired with younger slaves. After a few more hours we finally topped off the second cart. The overseer pronounced that we were almost done. We still had to pull our carts to the dumping station, however, it would soon be dark and it wasn’t safe to pull the carts over the narrow paths going to the dumping station that we would finish that tomorrow before going to our next task.

He also told us that there was a ceremony happening this evening that he wanted us to see. We were led to a place at the very bottom of the quarry. We were permitted to take a seat on a rock. Several other younger slaves soon joined us. The overseer said to us that we were slaves and that we would be a slave until the day we died. At every some point in every slave’s life there comes a point where they cost his owner more than it is worth. At that point, some more ruthless owners will make a decision that their slave is no longer worth the expense of keeping it. That decision has been made for two of the slaves you saw pass us earlier. I thought back to the older slaves that passed us. Many owners will sell an older slave to anyone who will buy it but sometimes that isn’t even possible. The law will not allow us to just release it because of the burden on society it would cause. At that point, I saw several slaves appear at the top of the quarry above us. I could see those older slaves at the front of the group. They were naked as were we. Then without ceremony, they were pushed off the edge of the quarry. I had to hide my face. I couldn’t watch. But there was no way I wouldn’t hear the thud of them hitting the bottom of the quarry not more than twenty feet from me.

The overseer told us to follow him and we were led back to where we had left our carts. He informed us that we would be sleeping there tonight in order for us to wake up at first light to get the carts to the dumping location. Still chained together we laid on the hard rough stone and tried to get some sleep. I knew if any sleep did manage to come I would have nightmares over what I was just forced to witness.

Unfortunately, sleep did come I had nightmares of not only myself but my brother being pushed off that cliff. One of the times it was my brother being pushed I was the one that was forced to do it. Fortunately, I awoke each time before it happened. I could tell my fellow slaves were having similar experiences because they were restless as well.

The morning did finally come and I was, for once, relieved. The overseer got us organized and we pulled the carts up the hill to the dumping site. Once the carts were empty the chains went back around our opposite ankles and we were led off the site of the quarry. It seemed like every several miles of walking, occasionally, a vehicle would pass us by and they barely paid notice to the naked slaves walking down the road. I guess with the Training Center and other facilities in the area it had become a common sight.

We reached our destination, there was a small building and a railroad that had large cars filled with something that was being loaded into them. In the distance, I could see slaves bring carts up and loading them into the railcars. The overseer stopped us, he turned and addressed us saying, “You’ve seen what happens at one place where disobedient slaves end up. Well, this is another. You are about to enter the mines. Down there you will meet and see many slaves that will most likely never see the light of day again for the remainder of their lives. They will work long hours in places that are not the safest because safety regulations aren’t much of a consideration for slaves. They will work, eat, sleep and die down there, and when they die they will simply be thrown in a no longer used section of the mine. If the mine collapses on them no effort will be made to rescue them. Keep that in mind while you are down there. Yes, you will come back up when your time is up, yes you will work in an area that does maintain at least some safety measures.”

At this, we were herded onto an elevator and lowered into the mine. Our ankles were uncuffed since there was nowhere for us to go. We would be helping the regular slaves load the buckets of ore that were being mined into the elevator to be taken to the surface. It was back-breaking work since the buckets. It didn’t seem like the work would end and despite the fact that it was cool from being so far below ground I was soon sweating from the hard work.

Again there was an overseer with a whip keeping an eye on us to keep us working. We continued working that way for hours and hours. With no sun I had no idea how much time was passing but at one point we were given a short break to piss and shit then we were taken on a short tour of some of the rest of the mine to see how the slaves lived. The slaves would have been pale from the lack of sun but they were so filthy that you couldn’t tell. They were all thin despite the heavy work that should have made them muscular. It was obvious the owner didn’t feed them well at all.

After that, it was back to work. It was more of the same for hours again with no breaks. I thought surely it must be getting close to bedtime. We did get another short break where we were given piss oatmeal and the opportunity to piss in each other’s mouths. After the short break, I was completely exhausted but it was back to work. It didn’t seem like it was ever going to end. The buckets kept coming and we kept loading them onto the elevator. Over and over again and again one bucket after another. I couldn’t imagine doing this for a week much less for the rest of my life. I guess the life expectancy of mine slaves was not long I’m sure they were soon worked to death.

Work continued non-stop for what seemed like forever there was never a break. At one point the regular slaves were given the signal and they were permitted to lay down where they worked and given a few hours of rest, however, we were told that we had been slow and were behind so no rest for us. We worked as quietly as we could while they rested. About the time we caught up and I hoped for a bit of rest they were signaled to resume work. We sat for a couple of minutes until more buckets came our way but it definitely wasn’t time for any sleep.

The work continued on and on until it was time for another brief break for more piss oatmeal. Once we were done we worked for a few more hours until we were told our time in the mine was done. The ankle cuffs were reattached and we were led to the elevator and it rose out of the mine. When we reached the surface it was already dark. We must have been down there for at least thirty hours. Once we reached the surface I counted my lucky stars that I could at least see the stars in the sky and I made a commitment to myself and to my Master that I would do everything in my power to make sure my Master remained happy and would never feel the need to send me to a place such as that.

We were loaded in the van and taken back to the Training Center. Once we got there we were permitted warm showers for once to get all the dirt from the quarry and mine off of us. Once we were done we were taken back to our cell where we were told to enjoy our rest we would be permitted three hours before our next task. In no time at all I was asleep. I don’t think I had a single dream I was much too tired.