Ranch

Therese, Elena and Janine stood together along with another ten brand new slaves. The long line of slaves heading out of town that included Penny and Zoe had long gone. They clustered around, talking quietly, waiting for whatever would come next.

Eventually they were herded to a new area that had a couple of open wagons. Several men who looked a little like ranch hands pushed and prodded the new slaves into some sort of position.

Therese, Elena and Janine, because they had been standing together, were herded to the front of a cart along with a couple of other slaves. Harnesses were quickly hooked up to their body harnesses. Therese looked at Elena in horror. 

"Are we going to be pulling that thing behind us?" she said, indicating the heavy wooden wagon they were now attached to. Janine looked back with wide eyes. Some of the slaves were being moved into the wagon. Two other slaves were added to the front to help pull, for a total of five.

"We are supposed to haul the other slaves???" she said in amazement. "Holy shit. Why us?"

"Silence!" Barked one of ranch hands. Not all the slaves would fit in the wagon, so some were attached to the back, to be dragged along behind.

Two ranch hands crawled onto the front of the wagon and a whip cracked, a loud noise right next to Therese's ear. She jerked in surprise and began straining ahead. Nothing moved.

"Come on, we gotta pull!" she hissed at the others, and all the girls began pulling, straining, and got the cart moving. Slowly at first, then a little faster. It was very heavy and they had to constantly pull using their body harnesses, as hard as they could.

"Mother fucking!" Growled Janine as they started to pain and strain, having gone a few yard. A whip lashed her back and she yelped, pulling even harder.

The girls discovered they could, in fact, move faster, a little hard, as the whip lashed across their backs and buttocks.

With noises of grunting, pain, growling, low swearing and straining, the five women pulling the wagon got it moving and the speed increased to a walking speed. The whip kept cracking, and the women pulled harder, eventually getting the speed up to a slow trot; this seemed to satisfy the driver.

One of the women attached to the back fell and was dragged for a few seconds before managing to get back on her feet.

As the wagon was pulled away from the town and through the countryside, they were passed by other wagons and small carts going the other way. These were all pulled by slaves, as well. Some seemed to be going a bit faster than others. 

A slow but steady cart approached them. Zoe was pulling it, heading toward the town.

Elena recognized the slave pulling the cart as her friend, but she was pulling so hard, the straps digging into her flesh, muscles cramping and straining, that she couldn't say anything or recognize her friend.

Zoe was in the some condition, being the only slave pulling the cart and its rider. She was straining, sweating profusely in the sun, and looked miserable, but kept going.

The road split and the wagons were directed along a different road than the one that headed to the large farm complex Zoe and Penny had been taken. Instead, the wagons moved along a rough road along open range. 

The wagons suddenly slowed because the slaves pulling them approached something that drew their attention. They were shocked and stared as they approached.

A corpse was hanging from a tree on the side of the road. 

An old worn rope was tied around a branch that extended over the road, and descended to and was wrapped around the neck of a naked slave's corpse. The corpse was decaying. 

The whipped cracked, slicing across the backs of Elena, Janine and one of the other slaves pulling the wagon.

"Get movin'! Quit starin' or you gonna join her!" The whip lashed out again.

The five slaves renewed their efforts pulling the wagon. The corpse dangled ahead of them, and there was no way they could avoid bumping into it as they passed. Several of the slaves gagged as the corpse was dragged by the slaves pulling the wagon, and then thumped over those that were passengers, before finally receding behind them, swinging back and forth.

Elena would have sworn up a storm after being forced to bump directly into the groin of the corpse as they passed by it, but she was straining too hard to keep the wagon moving.

About a half hour later they reached the entrance to a large ranch.  They turned into the drive that led to the main compound, though at the corner of this drive they were greeted by another horror.

A slave in a gibbet, just like Penny and Zoe had seen entering the farm. 

The slave was in pretty good condition, unlike the one at the farm. She sat in silence, not moving, eyes closed. She didn't react as the wagons rolled by. Therese stared at her legs, which were hanging out of the cage and dangling below; she wondered how long the slave would be kept there. Was she to be left there until she died of thirst? Or would she be brought down after some punishment was completed?

They'd probably find out, because the gibbet was visible from the ranch.

They continued on to the main ranch complex of buildings and corrals.

The slaves on the wagon got off. The slaves that had been pulling were panting, aching, hands on knees. When they were released from the reins and harnesses, they all collapsed on the ground. Their muscles were all cramping, weakened to where they couldn't even get back up. Their bare feet were also bleeding and worn.

Janine didn't even register where she was for a few minutes until she slowly righted herself and looked around. 

She was in a large ranch complex with several buildings, corrals and a couple of barns nearby. Therese and Elena were still curled up and trying to recover. Several rough men that looked like cowboys were sorting out the other slaves, letting the ones that pulled the cart recover for a while.

Eventually, though, they came over and kicked and prodded the suffering females.

"OK, that's enough. Your feet will toughen up fast, you'll build muscle strength and all this will be a lot easier."

The five women slowly got up and the ranch hand guided them to the location where the rest of the women were being processed into the ranch. There were a lot of animals all over the area, mostly in corrals. Slaves were walking around, working by hauling items, pulling feed bags, feeding animals, herding them, and cleaning up after them.

It slowly sunk into the new slaves that they were on a ranch that raised animals, and their work would probably involve the management and care of those animals. They looked around, wondering what jobs they'd be assigned.

Of course, Janine, Elena and Therese had already been assigned to a job when they pulled a huge, heavy wagon all the way from town. They hoped they wouldn't be assigned to do that permanently.

Beyond the ranch compound it was really quite a beautiful area. A flat valley with green pasture land rose to distant rolling hills. It was still quite hot, but the air was cooling as the sun descended in the west.

An older cowboy came over and grunted at the three women. "You three got something goin' on, I see. Maybe we will make a team out of you."

He quickly attached leashes to all three of the women. "All fours. Down. Crawl."

The three women got down on hands and knees and started crawling in front of the man.

The leashes grew tight and the three slowed and stopped.

"I dinna tell ya to stop!" Shouted the man and a whip cracked. The three started moving forward, tugging at the leashes.

The training was humiliating, simply crawling around the large dirt yard taking commands.

"Halt!" The naked women halted. 

"Go!" The slaves started crawling again, and then learned to respond to the leashes pulling them left or right. 

The sun was going down and it was getting colder. The day had been so hot, so humid, it was weird how cold it was getting.

The training continued for an hour, with the new slaves being put through paces, crawling, leashed, pulling, turning, starting, stopping, following instructions. The entire time they were on all fours, breasts hanging down, asses up and exposed. The cowboy behind them had a good view of their anuses and vaginas the entire time, and made good use of his whip.

Finally satisfied, the cowboy that had been training the trio herded them back to a bard and unclipped the leashes.

There was a water trough nearby, one that was used for horses. Therese had seen horses drinking from it earlier (there were only a very few horses around). At the moment a slave with her wrists clamped behind her back was leaning in and drinking.

Therese wondered why the girl had the use of her hands taken away, but figured it was a punishment of some sort.

"Is that our water?" Elena asked, as they sat in the dirt, recovering from the training session. "I am dying of thirst. I've never been so thirsty in my life."

"We've been sweating it out," Janine pointed out. "If we don't stay hydrated on this planet, we are going to die. I am going to go get a drink."

She stood and headed over, knelt before the trough and drank.

After a couple of seconds, the Elena and Therese headed over and stuck their heads in. 

It started a rush, and within a couple of minutes, a dozen or more slaves were drinking from the horse trough, some splashing the water over their faces. It had been a horrible, hard, working day and the water was the best thing they'd ever tasted, even though it was actually rather dirty and had horse slime in it.

It was a valued respite. The three friends had worked all day, hard. Too hard, their bodies weren't used to it, and they were starved, now they had drunk their fill.

"Food! Time!" Called a ranch hand.

Slave women suddenly got up from where ever they had been standing, sitting or squatting and immediately rushed to a table. Therese and Janine headed over, a little slower than the others, and arrived at the table to see the other women grabbing square blocks of some sort of food. 

It looked similar to the crap they had been given on board the ship. Highly nutritious, high protein, and tasted terrible. The squares were also very dry and required lots of water to help wash it down.

But the women were so hungry, it didn't matter. They grabbed the squares and started eating. Some women took two squares, some three. By the time Therese and Janine got to the front, the squares were gone.

"Hey! Hey! We need some too!" Therese called out. 

"Too slow," taunted one of the slaves who had been at the ranch a long time. They could tell because she had longer hair, sunburned skin, and her muscles were hard and well defined.

"Fuck..." Janine said. "Those squares are plenty for one person, what do they think they are doing?"

The slowest of the group was Elena. She had risen to head over, but was intercepted by a rancher.

"I have a special, high protein meal for you," he said. Elena looked hopeful until the rancher positioned himself in front of her. 

"On your knees," he barked.

She complied. They were all getting very used to following orders quickly.

The rancher unzipped and pulled out a rather large, fully erect cock. Elena knew exactly what to do. She moved in, opening wide, and took it into her mouth. The rancher sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. His hips because thrusting slighting as she sucked.

He was salty. Sweaty from a day's work, though no way had he worked as hard as Elena. But she kept sucking. This was easy work. She knew exactly how to make a man cum in her mouth. 

A few minutes later, he grabbed her head and shoved all the way in, his cock diving down deep into her throat. She gagged, vomited, couldn't breathe, but he kept throat fucking her. Elena knew the drill, she'd done this dozens of times on earth and just held still, letting him go as hard as he wanted. 

Just as she was seeing spots before her eyes and thought she would pass out when his cock tensed and pulsed and her throat filled with warm goo. She swallowed as best she could, but her mouth filled with vomit.

The cock was removed, and Elena barfed. She already had vomit mixed with cum in her mouth, but it was followed by more vomit that slimed down her chin and onto her chest.

But it was over and the rancher handed her a food square. "Good girl," he said and left.

The food square was broken up and shared with Therese and Janine. Not enough, but it was all they would get.