David’s Slave Farm: Alyse’s Training Part 2 by DavidHog..,

This series takes place two decades after where we left off after the “My Mom and Sis are my Sex Slaves” saga. This series will focus on life on David’s slave farm, and will follow the training of several different girls on their journey to becoming pet girls. , Day 1:

As soon as my eyes had drifted asleep, I was woken by a siren like alarm. Suddenly, all of the lights were turned on and the room was illuminated. I saw my surroundings for the first time. I was in a large barn, with about 30 other girls.

All of the girls were on all fours, and had crawled to the front of their stalls. Some put their hands on the cage. I instinctively did the same. I looked again at some of the girls. They all seemed young, in their teens. They looked scared, but it seemed that they knew better than to cry out loud. They were all petite girls, most though with bigger boobs than mine. Their hair was all over the place, looking dirty and unkempt. Their skin similarly looked dirty, with mud marks and dirt smears on mostly pale white skin.

I looked around my stall, it looked antiquated, save for a 30 inch monitor displayed high on the back wall of each stall. There was a clip of what I thought was porn. It was of a leashed girl, with a tail butt plug on all fours getting gang banged by 5 or 6 different men. She looked like she was in a mansion. She seemed like she was having the time of her life. I was confused as I peered curiously at the video.

I looked away as the farm doors opened. Several men wearing black shirts and trousers came in and started coming into each stall. They were pouring some kind of feed into the doggie bowls that were in each stall.

The man that entered my stall didn’t even look at me. He simply poured this mud brown chunky feed into my doggie bowl, and used a hose to pour water into a second bowl. He hastily locked the stall closed and moved on to the next stall.

I looked down at my bowl, which looked like it was filled with poop. I smelled the thick mixture and gagged. I looked up at the girls across from me. Each and every one of them was digging in face first into their bowls. They were eating up the slurry like their lives depended on it. None of the girls were using their hands either. I realized that we were probably not allowed to.

Given their reactions, I realized that at least it was edible. I slowly tried it, and almost vomited. It tasted like shit. I forced myself to get through the bowl as I realized it wasn’t much food, and I didn’t know when I would eat next.

I was the last of the girls to finish by a long shot. I lapped up some water similarly. I looked at my chest, the brown juices were all over my boobs and dripping down my stomach. I could only imagine what my face looked like. The other girls were in similar shape, but didn’t seem to mind. One by one, the girls went to one of the far corners of their stalls and digging small holes.

What were they doing?

I almost vomited as I saw that they were pooping in the corner of their stalls. One by one, each of the girls started defecating.

It wasn’t long until I felt a deep cramping sensation in my gut. I wanted to curl up into a ball. I knew what was coming next. I crawled to one of the corners. I assumed the position that most of the other girls were currently in. I put my ass near the ground, and waited. I pooped large chunks of shit into the corner of my stall. Then more cramps came. I continue shitting in the corner as wave after wave of increasingly liquid poop kept coming out. Whatever was in the feed was clearing my intestines out.

I was so humiliated. Although none of the girls around me were paying attention to me, I had never pooped like this in public before. The smell was also terrible.

After I was done, I tried to sit as far away from where I pooped as I could, but given the small confines of the stall this wasn’t that helpful. I saw the other girls using their mouths to move heaps of hay onto their business to cover it, so I did the same. I almost puked again as my face got close to my shit.

The smell seemed to dampen a bit, for what it’s worth.

Thankfully two men entered the room again and led us out of our stalls. All the girls were on all fours as they followed the men out of the barn. I didn’t dare break the trend. It felt so strange to be on all fours, and naked at that.

I say my ‘barn mates’ now up close for the first time. I tried to make eye contact, or even feign a smile at them, but they all just looked forward, fearing to meet my gaze. Most looked straight ahead or down as they moved on all fours swiftly.

Sunlight hit my face as we were led outside. The men were on ATV’s. We were following the one in front of us. There was another one about 20 yards behind us watching for stragglers. I realized that they were taking us for a walk.

I looked around, in awe and horror. This was much bigger farm than I first imagined, it looked like a small town. There were many different barn like structures, as well as what looked like a health clinic with red crosses, and houses. Overarching the entire plantation was a mansion of a house.

What’s more is that there were seemingly dozens of groups of girls like ours, being led for walks by a couple of men. I couldn’t help but notice that the other groups looked different. The girls looked clean, and happy. Many were smiling, or had their tongues out as the pranced through the fields.

Where as I and some of the other girls in my cohort were struggling to walk on all fours, some of the other cohorts looked like they were effortlessly running in the same predicament. I certainly couldn’t get far before my knees were scraped from the rough dirt they were leading us through. My hands and elbows were killing me too. I was noticeably slowing down behind the pack. I was winded as well, clearly I wasn’t used to moving like this.

Before I could lag too far behind though I felt a sharp crack on my ass cheek. I turned around and realized that the man behind me on the ATV had whipped me!

“Move slut!” he screamed before winding up again.

I scampered ahead, causing the next lash of the whip to miss me. I was horrified, but this motivated me to catch up to the group and ignore my pain. My ass cheek burned.

After seemingly hours, we were led back to the barn. I couldn’t help but notice that some of the other herds stayed out, and had begun ‘free grazing’. Some of the girls were playing with each other, some had gone into a pond to clean themselves. Some were being led into different buildings.

Our group was definitely being treated differently. We, dirty as ever, were made to go back to our stalls, which still smelled terrible. Thankfully though, a trainer came in and grabbed me again out of my stall. I was led out to one of the buildings that looked like a health clinic.

There, I was brought into a beautiful white clinic room, and made to sit on the floor. I looked at my skin, covered in dirt, mud and food smears.. I felt like I didn’t deserve to be in an office this nice.