Darkish Elven Sperm Farm


Ever since a chilly, uneasy truce settled between the Monstergirl Empire generally known as “Mamono Reik” and the Human Empire, extra people had been accepted into visiting the monstergirl lands for unusual pleasures, delights, and items. Some would depart with pleasure, some would keep for some time, and a few would keep for good…freely or in chains.

Most species have been very pleasant, keen to fulfill, speak, and naturally, make like to fulfill their want for human essence.

Some, like darkish elves or some crueler forms of succubi, have been largely content material to make use of people like cattle, albeit cared for.

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The Anubis lady’s cheeks flushed:

“I do not just like the follow, woman. Let’s get this over with.”

The Well being Inspector got here sporting her Kemet greatest white cotton shendyt and all, her Ureaus Snake Circlet gleaming on her brow as a lot as her sweating brow, her massive jackal ears and fluffy tail twitching nervously. Behind the ambivalent, nervous Anubis lady stood her slave, a ginger human lady with glowing inexperienced eyes, sporting a silver collar on her neck and silver cuffs on her ankles and wrists to indicate her place, and nothing else save for a small backpack to hold Amani’s papers and function her private notepad. Amani handled Eilie like a pal and household: complete nudity in public was the younger lady’s desire. She beloved the eye human adventurers gave her physique as she strolled bare behind her mistress.

Inspecting Human Sperm Farms was all the time an ungainly process: the least invaluable or interesting human males falling into slavery could be dragged right here: to have their cocks milked for days at no finish, supplying the essence potions and drugs for succubi and mamono with fewer qualms who don’t wish to waste time or love sexual contact with people. Put into elaborate erotic bondage gear or easy shares, the captive slave males could be caressed, stroked, sucked, and massaged by feminine staff like cows- or bulls, a phrase extra acceptable for this example. Amani was despatched by the native governess for a routine well being inspection and to supervise that the human slaves being cock-milked weren’t excessively abused.

Eilie saved smiling, glad to tag alongside, Amani had a good suggestion why.

“You will see that The Greba Essence Farm retains well being requirements to the letter, the healthiest “bulls” the Honorable Darkish Elven Slaver’s Guild offers us, milked in essentially the most hygienic environments and now not than the indenture contracts dictate with mandated relaxation intervals.” The succubus farm co-owner spoke, adjusting her glasses and exhibiting elaborate pie charts the fluffy Anubis monstergirl understood nothing about. She wore a physician’s lab coat, her hooved ft needing no footwear, her spade tail jeweled with a circlet on the base. “Be at liberty to examine the human slaves being cock-milked. Maybe you will even benefit from the sight.” Her yes-woman, a darkish elven secretary with a pencil skirt and darkish workplace go well with nodded swiftly, placing a signed doc in entrance of the Anubis Well being Inspector with a wall of textual content scribbled on it.

It was the weak spot of the Anubis, a race of obsessive-compulsive desert guardians serving as legal professionals and morticians, detectives, and authorities bureaucrats. Amani could be busy studying for hours whereas any unscrupulous inspectee would conceal any skeletons within the closet, hopefully not literal.

“I belief that you will notice that our strategies are pristine and as moral as feasibility permits, for we intend to broaden to mamono and human dairy business using monstergirl and human girls as properly, free and in any other case. So many minotaur and holstaurus girls are under-utilized within the Darkish Elf Queendom’s slave workforce, to talk nothing of free residents of the identical species who can earn a aspect earnings.”

Eilie grinned, making the succubus smile at her. Amani was not amused.

Greba’s household was one hell of a Darkish Elven Dynasty, having joined the pro-human Succubus’ Empress Agrat within the earliest days of the Maou Revolution. That stated, they have been darkish elves, and didn’t abandon slavery of their lands, however reformed it and prevented excessive abuses, buying and selling productiveness for what handed for morality and mercy. As such, they dealt with many of the human slave commerce and branched out to correctional slavery for monstergirl criminals, and nearly dominated each sector that used less-than-free labor or mamono physique assets.

Opening the broad wood door, Amani entered a big barn for the shortage of a greater description, her eyes rising with shock, her little Anubis coronary heart in her bosom beating quicker, her cheeks immediately feeling the push of warmth.

It was like a cattle farm, however the livestock have been human males. A sea of restrained, nude human males, lay earlier than her, her ears pulling again from the sensation of alarm and confusion.

Bare younger males, and older males, have been put to shares, aromatic succubus hood masks preserving them docile and relaxed. Bare, their cocks and balls dangled freely, cocks totally erect and throbbing, both caught to suction cups pumping their seed into the advanced goblin equipment refining it, positioned on the middle of the large room supported by metal pillars, or being milked by girls who beloved masturbating restrained males like animals. Some girls weren’t simply masked for hygienic causes however have been veiled and totally lined as properly, probably rich Araby women and girls visiting to play with males’s cocks away from their socially oppressive environment. A pair of Araby ladies in full-body niqabs whispered to one another quietly, laughing as they softly stroked a younger boy’s uncovered penis with gloved fingers, who may helplessly moan in his aphrodisiac masks, put into shares, helpless. He could not even wiggle his ass from the gloved spankings the larger niqabi lady delivered often, laughing underneath her veil, the youthful one gasping and laughing because the poor slave boy’s penis twitched, sending one other blast of cum contained in the suction hose. Giving his delicate, hairless balls delicate, periodic squeezes, she made positive the boy saved cumming, gasping, and screaming underneath the gag. The succubus gave the lady a thumbs-up and a smile earlier than transferring on, each Araby ladies laughing amongst one another as they saved tormenting the boy with spankings and tickles.

“We get vacationer milkers as properly, you see…” The succubus grinned, main the Anubis and her servant throughout the milking stalls. “Saves us prices, and since mamono girls require essence, human girls function nice cock-milkers whose positive factors are solely monetary or enjoyment from the follow. Some slave girls from the town municipality even volunteer on their off-time for enjoyable.”

“Enjoyable.” The Anubis smirked, rolling her eyes and sighing. “People.” Her servant lady Eilie leaned to the Anubis’ fluffy ear and whispered:

“Mistress, do you thoughts if I…attempt my hand as properly?” She was eyeing a unadorned younger blond boy who moaned and shook, his cock pumping gouts of seed contained in the suction hose, his wrists and ankles suspended above the hay-lined floor with a series harness balancing his limbs and waist like a reverse hammock. Smiling, she sat subsequent to the boy, laying a hand on his buttocks, and one other gently fondling his balls.

“What’s your title?” She whispered gently in his ear. “I am Eilie.”

Sighing, the Anubis nodded wearily. “Go forward, Eilie. Simply be on the entrance after I’m accomplished right here. And be mild with him.”

“Will do!”

The Succubus co-owner saved main the Anubis inspector, exhibiting bare males, every tattooed with a “SLAVE” insignia and a serial quantity on their decrease legs.

“We use largely mechanized milkers, however to interrupt the monotony and supply our male cattle consolation and pleasure, we regularly make use of guide milkers. Our slave cattle males swim in countless pleasure, bondage, publicity, and mild female humiliation. Human ladies from overseas with harsh cultures take pleasure in visiting and humiliating males’s cocks for a change. Principally religious Araby and Maghrebi ladies, although we get Zipangu, Zhong, and Hangguk guests throughout Autumn preferring torturing younger white boys. Some even purchase the boys and marry them, settling down right here, in a freer land.” The succubus grinned. “Not that the boys have a alternative, nor dislike an unique Zipangu or Zhong spouse that may personal them.”

Amani seemed barely much less uneasy, for the scent of semen and male our bodies, irrespective of how hygienic, nonetheless entered her nostrils owing to her Anubis heritage. Her sort, the Anubis monstergirls of Kemet, had the blood of Iwiw, the black, ever-tracking desert hound. She noticed Eilie whisper candy phrases within the suspended slave boy’s ear, her small fingers massaging his cock and balls, squeezing the pale shaft, and stroking it. The ginger lady grinned, seeing the boy’s balls shrink and retract, and a blast of cum getting sucked into the suction hoses. Her hand did not cease, she was showering the boy’s neck with mild kisses, each fingers squeezing and stroking his balls and shaft; the poor boy may solely moan and shudder, continually ejaculating like a bull. Fortunately buzzing, Eilie saved gently stroking, watching the boy shudder, retract his balls and periodically get his semen harvested like an animal on a farm.

Shaking her head, the Anubis put down her golden Ma’at employees and raised her paws, eyes glowing as she began to chant a spell for detecting illness and despair. Time to get to work.

The Kemet runes glowed blue, letting her scan the aura of the male milking farm. The succubus co-owner was talking the reality.

Feelings of pleasure, reduction, and lust bloomed round her enchanted eyes like flowers: these males, even when enslaved, have been in a rapturous dreamland, bursting with virility and feeling pleasure in nurturing succubi and different monster ladies. The youthful boys weren’t even masked and given aphrodisiacs, Otep may really feel responsibility and happiness because the helpless, stunning, hogtied boys felt the pleasure of being owned and their balls slowly harvested for his or her essence.

No diseases have been current both.

To this point so good. Otep waved her paw, dismissing a rune and altering her view.

The slave quarters downstairs the place the lads slept weren’t any completely different. Auras spoke of quiet rest, and no despair: some cells had aura readings of human females sleeping, apparently labor slaves tasked with cleansing and milking by hand, one feminine aura seemingly cleansing the ground with a brush on all fours. Two have been speaking with one another of their cells, stress-free on the mattress, Otep could not make out the phrases from long-distance auspex, nevertheless. The cells appeared to be communal dormitories for females, single-bed cells for males, and males chained to the bedposts of their off-duty time.

As a lot as Otep detested such practices, every thing was in Slave Code Parameters mandated by Agrat’s Regulation of Slave Wellbeing.

A candy voice made her flip.

“You may observe me upstairs to interview the woke up slaves when you insist.”

The opposite proprietor of the Semen Farm stood earlier than her, Greba the twentieth.

The darkish elf was somewhat brief, sporting a rancher’s hat and leather-based garments in a lewd mockery of the human male cattle farm she ran. Her brief, white hair was accomplished in curls, and a bullwhip held on her waist, her massive, black breasts straining the white cotton shirt underneath her rancher’s vest, massive pointy ears studded with jewels.

“My cattle are glad, relaxed, and productive, Miss Amani.” She caught out a hand, which Amani reluctantly shook together with her paw. “The males right here give their our bodies for an excellent trigger: sustaining us as “humanely” as doable with out the pesky issues like freedom: males are higher off with out it.”

“I see.” The Anubis’ reply was terse.

“I do know you disagree with my strategies: however I’m doing humanity a service as properly, preserving wife-beaters, criminals, and abusers, in addition to attractive younger boys who completely love the follow confined and productive for our sisters. Three are runaways from Lescatie, caught by our border guards and upon listening to the follow, surrendered themselves for a protracted, very long time.”

“How did they know?” The Anubis rose her eyebrow, her Horus-tattooed eyes blinking sceptically.

“I’ve sisters and operatives who point out it to captives amongst threats and candy guarantees, in addition to the longevity as a consequence of proximity to demon vitality. The success price is six out of ten thus far.”

“People…” The Anubis sighed, watching her personal slave giggle, milking two younger boys’ cocks with every hand and showering their butts with kisses. The darkish elf “rancher” chuckled, her breasts jiggling.

“It is human nature, to be owned and harvested by our wonderful species like cattle. I present a distinct segment pleasure to people and maintain our empire. It is solely pure…” She stretched her arms. “Because of this I intend to industrialize the dairy farming follow to human and monster girls as properly. All are inside acceptable limits, in fact. As soon as I obtain your optimistic assessment, I’ll make it so.” She merely declared. “We have already got massive breast milkers patented, which we intend to market to mamono girls going by way of being pregnant to retailer milk in runic refrigeration models. Up till now, Holstauri and Minotaurus girls in our lands have been both regionally milked on farms or personally taken care of it. Contemplating the Taurid milk’s therapeutic properties in people…”

Otep had an excellent thoughts to torpedo the assessment, however being a creature of Regulation, she could not. The rancher saved what little ethics in slave dealing with existed.

The final half was an interview, and essentially the most embarrassing half, slave stamping. She needed to stamp the “cattle” our bodies and the slaves on the premises with a well being approval seal. It was dehumanizing, and worst of all, she secretly loved it, as a result of stamping, signing, and cataloging have been a part of Anubis’ hobbies.

“Let’s go to the slaves’ quarters…” She sighed, following the darkish elf downstairs, the darkish elf “rancher”‘s leather-based “cowgirl” pants lower to indicate her white thong and spherical, massive black buttocks.

Eilie within the meantime, was on her knees, heels digging into her spherical, delicate, pale ass, taking part in with one other “cattle”, a unadorned man in his thirties put into wood shares, knees on delicate pillows for consolation. A younger darkish elf with darkish purple pores and skin sporting a physician’s white coat smiled and leaned to her ear to whisper.

“It is enjoyable, is not it?”

Eilie nodded, one hand massaging the person’s big balls, the opposite gently squeezing and stroking his big penis, which saved throbbing because it began to pump white gouts of wealthy sperm. Eilie may really feel the person’s balls shrink, his physique shuddering and going limp.

“I really like taking part in with cocks, ma’am.” Eilie grinned. “However you aren’t getting to play a lot as a human slave: mamono have all of them hogged. I simply clear the home and attend to my proprietor’s enterprise.”

“You may come and work right here in your off days. I will throw in a silver per hour of your time, all of the cocks you may play with.” The scientist smiled, her darkish elfin ears wiggling. “Although we are able to additionally use a cleaner.”

“I will give it some thought.” Eilie nodded. “Can I ask a query?”

“Certain. Stroll with me.” The darkish elf touched the person’s balls, squeezed them, and took a observe on her notepad earlier than slapping Eilie’s ass to sign her to observe, who giggled and adopted her like a canine.

“Why do the lads right here all have big cocks and balls?”

“We deal with them with alchemy. For the reason that cattle are firm property, it is allowed. Plus if they’re ever let loose, it’s a parting reward to them to be virile, wholesome, and hung like a bull. A number of mamono are concerned about shopping for them off our fingers, even just a few international human girls. A madame in Zipangu needs well-hung blonde white boys, we already bought very glad 5 males to very keen patrons.”

“If?”

“Would you consider that some very attractive youths surrendered themselves for all times? Then there are some rapists and criminals who’ve a life sentence: we don’t waste life right here. They are going to pay again for what they took all through their very lengthy, restricted lives.”

Eilie and the dark-elven scientists handed by a collection of bare, restrained asses, big genitalia being vacuumed.

“These two boys have not been attended to.” The darkish elf smiled. “Care to stroke them?”

Eilie did not want one other phrase. Gently, she touched each males’s legs, who perked up of their bondage, their faces behind the outlet within the wall. Their our bodies tensed, so the darkish elf began to stroke their buttocks, shushing them earlier than nodding to Eilie.

“That is so enjoyable…” Eilie giggled, stroking their cocks as if milking a cow, her delicate fingers feeling the taut, throbbing flesh of the shafts.

“See?” The darkish elf chuckled. The boys have been groaning, whose cocks began to throb and shake, pumping semen quicker into the skinny hoses.

“These males are right here for punishment.” The darkish elf smiled. “There’s a paddle on the wall if you wish to strike their butts. The squeals and shaking from the opposite aspect of the wall indicated that the lads heard her phrases. Shortly, the darkish elf slapped every buttock with a loud smack of her gloved hand.

“Quiet, males! Your our bodies are firm property, and all girls are legally entitled to play with them!” She hissed. “Or ought to I get my bullwhip? My favourite strap-on maybe? Tobias?” The darkish elf grinned, leaning to 1 opening within the wall. “I’ve an enormous buttplug simply on your twitching anus-“

All 4 our bodies quieted down.

“Thought so.” The darkish elf nodded. “If you end up accomplished, please depart any toys on the wall. The Succubus Darkish Priestess will likely be right here in an hour to bless their cocks. Please don’t use your mouth, simply your fingers.”

“Sounds enjoyable!” Eilie giggled, leaving the scientist to take notes and calculate the day’s slave drugs in her workplace. She turned to the row of bare butts, restrained balls, and cocks dangling earlier than her, watching the scene as if having fun with a present, as pumps and the cocks they have been hooked up to twitched, milking the male slaves of their cum. Smiling, she began from the rightmost one, beginning to stroke the thick, veiny, soft-skinned shaft, her left palm squeezing the thick, fertile balls as they contracted and relaxed, very similar to a coronary heart.

She seen the black-clad Araby ladies laughing in a nook, as one began to strike a delicate, younger boy’s bottom with a paddle, the opposite squeezing and milking his twitching cock.

“He likes it!” Eilie heard an exclamation underneath their veils in accented Widespread. “That is paradise!”

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The downstairs slave quarters have been heat, with partitions lined with wool and textiles for heat and quiet. The “rancher” Greba took out a set of keys, unlocking the barred door the place the feminine slaves rested.

“Women, up! The well being inspector’s right here!” She spoke in a delicate, mild voice. “Current!”

Amani’s jackal ears perked. Twenty, bare human women and girls of their twenties and thirties, with shackled ft and collars stopped taking part in playing cards, cuddling or studying books, standing up and lining up earlier than the mistress and the brand new Anubis, fingers behind their backs, legs unfold, mouths open, tongues out.

“You may see our slaves, servants, and bondswomen are all wholesome, well-cared for, and consuming properly. No diseases, and no whipping scars past just a few spankings or paddles for misconduct.”

Amani may see just a few buttocks and pussies have been pink from obvious paddling.

“As you may see, their enamel and tongues are completely wholesome.” Greba smiled.

“Sure. Effectively, let’s get on with it.” Amani sighed, reaching for a seal with a large grip for meaty Anubis paws.

“Women,” Greba smiled. “Flip round for a top quality stamp.”

The slave ladies giggled, turning round and bending over, some wiggling their butts.

Amani rolled her eyes. Human youth and their intercourse drive. In darkish elf captivity, it simply multiplied. Tremendous rich darkish elven noble girls even bred them in events like canine as a present; underground competitions for slave pedigree, physique, and sexual stamina was an unstated secret.

Dipping the large seal right into a bag of pink ink, Amani blushed, kneeling earlier than the bare ladies. Every had a superbly shapely backside, pussies depilated completely, aromatic, and glistening with moisture. Biting her lips, the Anubis began urgent the approval to every spherical slave buttock one after the other.