The Farm, part 1 by DEA a place of intriguing possibilities. ”Well, Mr.Jones, your ex-wife’s lawyers ripped you off completely. In fact it wasn’t hard since all the property had been hers before the wedding. Here is the list of all the collective property.” The old notary took a thick bundle of papers. ”I went through it several times, Mr. Jones, and there is nothing left for you…” ”Eeee, sorry.. but, what about the bank account in Switzerland?” I responded, "I think, it was Helmut und Sohn Banke…” ”Accounts, accounts… let’s see. Helmut und Sohn? Well, I am sorry, Mr. Jones, this secret account of yours, made from your ex-wife’s fortune was detected…” said the notary. ”Barclay’s Bank, London. Account name: jimmimosfet..” I tried again. ”Barclay’s, Braclay’s…,” nodded the old man, ”that used to be a good, privacy keeping bank.. I’m sorry it’s on the list, too.” ”And what about…” I got little bit nervous, but he interrupted me, ”Well, to be honest, I think your ex-wife paid thousands of credits to find all of your secret accounts, just to make you poor. Completely poor. I may read you all the bank accounts she blocked, but I think it would be useless. To make it short, from these list of 23.000 items of the collective property there is only one which she didn’t find.” ”Only one?!” I was shocked, ”What the hell it is? A matchbox? Or a piece of rope to hang myself?” ”No. In fact, it is a farm.” ”A farm?” I got shocked even more. ”I don’t remember we ever had something like that.” ”It deals about a farm on CX-00103A…” ”What?!” I interrupted him. ”.. a farm on CX-00103A. Well, I don’t understand it much as well, but as far as I informed myself about it, it is not a farm on Earth. CX- 00103A is a little planet, far from this galaxy. I had some information found out about it for you. Here it is:” he looked into some papers, "that planet was colonized about five hundreds years ago. The climate is almost the same, there is even life there. The place was quite nice, but from an economic point of view there was nothing to mine or produce there, so it became and still is completely uninteresting to anybody. Nowadays, still only a small fragment of it is colonized. On that little piece, there are a few dozens of large farms, farming in the way of ancient world, with slaves and no machinery. There is no electricity, nor teleports, planes, cars there, except the main and the only space shuttle port, central hospital and a few houses in the Capital. There are about only 1000 people there, half farmers, half army, owning a few thousands of alien slaves. So, to sum it up, imagine you’d live in the time of the Roman Empire.” ”Maybe,” I doubted, ”or like in Russia of 20th century. Do they have at least Internet and television?” ”I don’t think so. The settlers look a little bit crazy and they like keeping their world pure.” ”No TV, no VR games…” I felt completely depressed, ”I think, I’ll better stay here as a homeless, but in a civilized world at least… The farm is not something my ex forgot, that’s her mockery! She’d like to see me milking cows or throwing manure. Not a way! Never!!” I shouted. ”There is one thing more I am obliged to inform you about. It is a letter from your ex-wife,” he said, opened an envelope and began reading. … Dear Jack, You did many bad things to me. That’s why I don’t want to see you anymore. Not only in my house, nor in this city. I don’t want to see you in this world. That’s why you are a proud owner of a farm now. Despite the fact I haven’t been there, nor my parents, who inherited it a hundred years ago, I’m convinced you‘ll like it. Keeping pigs and mowing corn with a scythe.. that’s a promising end of your life. I think, at your gawkiness, you’ll die of hunger after a few weeks. If you decided you’d stay here, I’d like to inform you that in this case I would send you to a prisoner colony on Ashthar for stealing my money. And you’ve heart about Ashthar… I’d say that your choice is quite simple. I enclose a flight ticket to your new home. The ship leaves on Monday, 21. The captain is informed about you and in case he has to leave without you, you are very dead then. I think it’s high time to get some books about gardening, you cityman. I hope you’ll send me a postcard with your cute piggy friends. Have a nice death, Your Ex …. Silence filled the room. Then the man continued, ”I see you were right, Mr. Jones. You know your wife well and she does too. I’m sorry to say, but you seem not to have any choice. The ship leaves tomorrow.” I was close to a heart stroke. I sat in the armchair, unable to say a word. ”Mr.Jones, are you all right?” ”Yes, I'm fine,” I said and got up, after a while. He gave me the air ticket and documents to the farm. Then he opened a large case and ploddingly handed me a big parcel. ”From your wife,” he said. I opened it on the space ship. Farming books. I angrily clenched my teeth but in the end I took them. …. ”Welcome to CX-00103A, or as we say, to Ancient World,” the governor greeted me at the space port. The port was quite a strange mixture of marble and antiquated technology but it didn’t look as bad as I imagined. Everything was big, clean and quite impressive. The hot, subtropics-like climate complemented this acceptable atmospere. ”Well, you’ll be the first human on that farm after more than 100 years,” said the governor, a middle sized dark man in his fifties, and continued, ”since you are here for the first time, I should inform you about some things. The best way to start is to forget all you’ve heart about this world. OK,” he paused, ”how to start? Maybe with some basic facts. The size of surface of this planet is about one fifth of our mother Earth, but the climate is good everywhere, so in fact the planet is larger for living and if you take into account that the local population of Ancient World is only about 1020 people, you can imagine that this world is almost endless. 600 people is the stable garrison of United Nations, the rests are the citizens. You are a citizen, too. An important citizen. Moreover, there are two other intelligent races here. We call them Red Indians and Giants, or just simply Reds and Gits. They are about 500.000 Reds and 10.000 Gits here. I mean the domesticated ones, of course. The Reds are almost like people, the same size, strength, abilities, limitations and a little bit less intelligence, the best difference is that their women are nicer, he he," he laughed, "the Giants are still humanoids but vary from humans a lot more. They are intelligent as well, but not so much. However the main difference are their physical attributes. Adult Giants can reach from 7 to 10 feet and weight 600 to 2500 pounds, and their physical power is beyond our understanding. They are, in fact, huge moving pieces of muscles, both males and females. They are very resistant and immune, a real superspecies, hard to hurt. Both races are more or less intelligent, domesticated, can speak English, some of the Reds can even read and write." The man paused and poured himself a glass of wine. "And now something about rights and laws. Slavery is legal here. This is the very base of our society. People are free. They can’t become slaves, can’t be traded. Citizens can own slaves. The slaves are domesticated Reds and Giants. The slaves have no rights at all. It's not suitable to kill or torture a slave in public, but in your house you can do anything you want. Anything and nobody will tell you a word. Murder, torture, sex, all is allowed, legal, except two things: you can’t order a slave to kill a human and you can’t give him freedom. You can get new slaves by trade with other owners or with government. And from newly born slaves, of course.“ "The basis of slavery is the fact that both races are completely unrebelious. Completely. You can kill a woman and her partner wouldn’t do anything. You can slash a Giant’s baby to a gory pulp and her mother does nothing, even though she would be able to kill you with one blow. She won't like it, of course, but she won't hurt you. You won't believe it at first and you'll have a great respect about them, but in fact it's true. You can even tell a mother to kill her baby and she'll do. That’s the weirdest thing here at all. For the five hundred years history of the colonization of the planet, there have not been any riot or revolt. They are totally obedient. "Besides the domesticated slaves, there are millions of these beings deep in the forests and jungles. Again, they are not violent and they are brought numerously as new slaves by the army. There are even some other half-intelligent races there like several kinds of dwarfs and many other beings and animals, but they aren‘t important… Well, I think this is all." he finished, "the foreman from your farm has arrived. Oh! I almost forget the most important thing. SEX. To be honest, this is the best entertainment here at all. At least for most of us," he laughed, "with slaves you can do anything. Reds are very good. BUT be aware of the Giants, they can very easily attract both men and women and despite the fact there aren't violent at all, they cause about 90% of all manslaughters here. Mating with them is very dangerous, crazy. During being the governor here, I've seen dozens of humans crushed to pulp because that they themselves wanted. Number of dead slaves goes to hundreds of thousands." he finally finished his long monologue. Knocking on the door interrupted my thinking. The porter opened the door and a young man entered. He bowed reverently before us. "Ah, that's the manager of your farm," the governor said and gave me his hand, "I hope, you'll come to our opera party on Sunday evening." Then he shook my hand and left. I came close to the man. He bowed even more and introduced himself. "My name is Jack. I am Your slave and Your house manager, master." he said deferentially. "OK, Jack. Take me home, then." … Another man, probably also my slave, took my poor baggage and we went to a chaise with two horses, standing in front of the port. The port was in a restricted area, the Capital could be seen in the valley below. I got on and it drove away, directly to deep subtropical pine forest. The journey took about three hours and I spent them talking with the farm foreman. ”Tell me something about the farm,” I asked him, wondering about its size. ”Yes, sir. It is the fifth largest farm here at all. We don’t usually care much about the extent, but as I went through the papers, it has about 10.000 square miles…” I gulped, ”Sorry?!” ”..about 10.000 square miles of fields, 50 thousand of meadows and about the same size of woods. You have about 400 miles of sea coasts, a few rivers, part of two highlands and one complete mountain range. Of course, you can buy more.” ”My God,” I felt stunned, ”who keeps it?” ”You have about 20.000 slaves, sir. To be precise,” he paused and took a piece of paper from his pocket, ”20.062, according to the last year census.” ”Holy shit. And how about the farm economy?” ”Economy?” ”Yea, something like profits, looses, revenues, costs..” ”I am sorry, sir. I haven’t heard about anything like that.” ”But you are the farm manager, the foreman, aren’t you?” ”Yes, sir, I am, but I am new to this job. My father, the previous manager died two weeks ago.” ”Ah, sorry to hear that. What happened to him?” ”He was.. ehm.. he died.. he was killed by a Git, sir.” ”What?! A murder?” "No, sir. Nema, that’s her name, is our biggest female Git. She is about 10 feet tall and weights over a ton. My father got strongly addicted to her and this relation ended between her huge thighs. I saw it but I couldn't prevent it. He ordered it her. I saw how she picked him up like a toy and effortlessly put her legs together, crushing him as easily as there was nothing between them. His body exploded like a winebag run over by a heavy stone roller. He was dead at once. She even crushed his entire spine to powder. My mother and I had begged her not to do it, but he gave her an order and she had to do that.” ”Sorry to hear that,” I condoled him. I stayed silent for the rest of the journey, unable stop thinking about it. … The farm, or better to say, the palace was a huge, white marble villa built in an aristocratic style of Old Rome. I went inside it and like in frenzy walked through huge luxurious halls. Their number seemed endless. Finally I reached the end. The large balcony showed me a wonderful view at a vast ornamental garden and a beautiful, at least 200 feet long pool. The crystal like water glistened and lured to bathing. Then I saw something unbelievable. Among a group of ‘Red’ slaves, there was a titanic woman, who towered them all a foot at least. God, she was huge! She wore only a tiny bikini or something like that, unintentionally letting me admire her monstrous muscles. Both her legs and arms were several times thicker that the other slaves had and every movement caused them to bulge and tense. Despite her enormous development, she was still feminine. Very feminine. Her breasts were at least five times bigger than the little head of the human-like slave before her, threating to engulf and crush it like an egg between these ultrapotent mammaries. Watching that, I got erect at once. This was an ultimate display of my fetish. Muscular, strong girls. The more the better. I turned to the manager and asked, ”Is that woman the one you spoke about?” ”Nema, sir? Oh, no. This is a Git kid only.” he replied calmly. ‘Oh my God, a kid only. This kid could crush Malisa Coat, the latest Miss Olympia, to pulp between her inhumanly huge teenage thighs!’ I saw a stairway going down to the pool. I almost dashed there to see the goodness more closely. However, she too soon disappeared me somewhere in dark nooks of the garden. We stopped at a small glade, surrounded by extravagant bushes. There was a marble bench there. I sat on it. My light trousers were soaked with precum. I couldn’t go on any more. I must have sex with her, uncaring about potential risks. Then I remembered Nema. "I want to see the giantess who killed your father," I could hardly hide my arousal when I ordered it him. ‘Crushed like a toy! That's something different than buying earth female wrestling videos! She would kill those little flat human sluts with one finger!’ "Right away, sir." Heavy steps could be heard after a while. An unbelievably huge and muscular figure entered the garden. She came closer and stopped not further than five feet from me. I stood up and shook with fear and arousal at the same time. She was really titanic. I reached just to her crotch. I looked for Jack but he wasn’t there. We were there alone and I almost panicked. "Good afternoon, sir," she greeted me, not showing slightest sign of interest. She towered me twice with her height and several times with her width. Her legs, her thighs were so massive that they were four times more in diameter than my entire chest. Now I could easily understand she didn't even feel manager's mortal body resist. The erection on my wet trousers became painfully obvious. "Hi, Nema. Sit down," I told her and pointed at the massive bench, which looked like it could withstand her immense bulk. She did and I almost exploded watching her vast thighs moving. I couldn't wait any more. "I heard," my voice trembled, as I sat besides her "you had some interaction with the previous farm manager…" "Only a little bit, sir, he just wanted I put my legs together while he was between them. I did it." 'Oh, my God, she just put legs together,' I thought. 'She doesn't know what she did.' "And.. how did you feel about that?" "Putting legs together? Like that," she replied and put them together. "But he was inside." "I didn't feel him much. I only heard crackles, like you break twigs when you walk through a wood. A lot of crackles. But only for a short while." "And what about the feeling between your legs" I inquired and was getting more and more horny. "Nothing special, master. Just a warm, wet feeling. Sticky. As usual.” ”As usual?” ”He had ordered me doing the same things with many other slaves.” ”And you did?” ”Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” ”Did you feel any..uhm.. resistance?” ”Uhmm, sir, I can feel the bone..the..the spine, it is harder a bit, but only a little bit. Some slaves tried to fight or something like that, but I always met his order.” ”Do you know what exactly you did?” ”I made up his order, master. I put my…” ”You killed him,” I interrupted her, ”you mashed him to pulp.” ”He ordered…” ”I know, I know. You just put your huge, monstrous thighs together. But did you know you’d kill him, you’d crush him to death?” ”Sure I knew, sir. He knew it, too.” ”And.. how do you feel, squashing man flat..?” ”My feelings are not important, master.” ”I am your master and I want to know them. Speak!” ”Yes, master. Ehmm.. sometimes, when the hot blood gushes into my..my crotch. That’s good. I try doing it that way, but it’s hard. I like mating with people more.” ”Mating? He ordered it of you too?” ”Yes, sir.” ”Tell me more about it,” I ordered her, trembling with anticipation. ”He usually ordered me riding men like they ride horse. The men were tied to such a bench, I sat astride onto them and put their little penises into me. I was told to ride them until I reach my peak. I always did, but most of the time I rode only the bench since their bodies exploded to nothingness. They were very fragile. Their hips always cracked like twigs and the skin tore like it was from paper. But, after a few attempts, I learned how to bring myself to the peak even with such delicate puppets.” ”Did you like that? Did you like to feel them dying?” ”Every mating is good, sir,” she replied without remorse. I finally decided for some action. A little bit risky, but I couldn’t help myself. "And do you feel that?" I asked and carefully began rubbing her immense thigh. "Yes, I feel it, sir." The thigh was full of boulders of hot, huge, steely hard muscles. I caressed them softly and when I felt they didn't move at all, I pressed more and more until I used all my strength but still without any success. I become obsessed with it and tried to dig my fingers into but it was also useless. She was looking at me with interest, but showing no discomfort. "How does it feel? Does it hurt?" I asked with anticipation. "No, sir. It's pleasant, but too soft." she replied. I clenched my fist and hit her. Not very hard at the beginning, but her thigh didn't move a millimeter. After a few hits I again used my whole power and bet her like a pathetic psychopath. She watched me curiously. "Does it hurt?" I inquired again. "No, sir." "You are pretty strong… May I sit on your leg?" "Yes, sir." I stood up and took off my trousers. My cock was erect as never before, precum dripping on the ground. I was aroused to death. Without asking her further, I climbed onto her mammoth thigh and sat on it. It was wide like a horseback. I began riding it and simultaneously jerking off my rock hard dick. In a matter of few seconds I painted her monstrous trunk with white cum. I slid back, leaned over and licked all the sperm up, making my goddess clean. I looked at her. She was watching me carefully, but still without slightest hint of emotions. ‘Oh, my God, is she a dumb beast or an uncaring goddess?’ I thought, feeling like a pathetic worm, totally hooked to her. Then I jumped down. ”Take your shorts off,” I said in a trembling voice. She stood up and stripped them off, without saying a word. ”Sit down!” She did. ”Open your legs and keep them so,” my heartbeat was reaching its limit. She obeyed and revealed her huge womanhood. I knelt before it and started to lick it violently. It was so big and massive. Her labia were thick and hard as leather belt, but still unbelievably smooth. The clit was a silver dollar coin sized bulge and her cave looked like a black hole, threatening to engulf me whole. I kissed her temple passionately. I licked her hard. I rubbed my face against it, letting me flood with amounts of her juices while I fingerfucked her. Then I clenched my fist and rammed it brutally into her enormous cunt. ‘Feel at least some pain, bitch!’ I thought, not caring about her possible reaction. She moaned with delight as her endless twat easily engulfed it whole and I began to fuck her hard with it, foolishly trying to hurt her. With the other hand I masturbated my rock hard meat. Her clit grew to a size of a penis head and I began to suck it. It was unbelievable. I was coming and soon, screaming with thrill, shoot another load of cum. I stopped, breathing heavily, exhausted as never before. I awoke when I realized her moaning. Nema was wildly rubbing her huge clit. The bitch! I quickly imagined her vaginal muscles and her devastating orgasm that would pulverize my hand into nothingness. I began to feel first contractions and immediately yanked my hand out. Luckily I realized it soon enough. After a few seconds I recovered from the shock what could have happened and gently pushed her vast palm aside. Slowly, like a little bitch going to diligently do her blowjob, I took her clit into my mouth in awe. It was almost 2’’ long and thicker than my own cock. I began licking and sucking it. She delicately put her palm on my head and tenderly stroked my hair. Her moaning increased and she reached her peak soon. She gently yet firmly pushed me aside not to hurt me and her whole magnificent body shook like a volcano. I watched in disbelief her monstrous inner thigh muscles tense and swell and her lava erupting from her. After a while, she calmed down and tenderly took my head and smoothly brought it to her flooded twat again. I realized she felt me like a slut for cleaning her up. I submissively obeyed and sucked it all. … end of part 1 thanks Seldom for helping with the grammer comments are welcome: dearchive@hotmail.com http://get.to/dea