Company Property (Part14)

"Let's empty her and get her flipped around. Shall we, girls?" Kelly sounded pleased with the coupling so far.

The three slavewives jumped into action, releasing the leg straps holding Miko in place; after her legs were free, Miko kicked slightly and then went limp again. One of the slaves rubbed the Orc's immense side and whispered to him, convincing him to effortlessly lift Miko up and off his cock, causing a slurping pop, Like a child working on an all-day sucker. He lowered her to the floor, and she obediently turned around and held up both arms, Giving the Orc a handhold to hoist her back into position. Willingly spreading her legs and arching her rear end toward him.

Large rivers of sperm ran down her legs, and she stared at Clair with lustful arrogance.

"It looks like our little sleeve is pleased with her Orc, Lucky bitch!" Tammy rubbed Mikos belly as the girl stood, legs spread and ass up.

The Orc reached out and grabbed her hands, lifting the Sleeves body in front of him; she held her legs wide and moaned with intense pleasure as he lowered the warm sleeve onto his pulsing cock.

She had gained a sense of pleasurable belonging, shedding the trappings of her former life with each thrust. Her reluctance gave way to unbridled passion, then to love, as she accepted her strange new life and formed an unbreakable bond with a creature she once deemed fearsome, grotesque, and otherworldly.

"Kelly, I think she's in love!" Tammy said with astonishment, "I figured she'd come around in time, But I guess they have a real bond. Lucky girl."

Clair agreed, and the three women felt a bit of jealousy as they watched Miko gyrating her hips, trying to fit every inch into her expanded pussy.

Kelly glanced back at Tammy and Clair, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. "Wow, that was quite the experience, wasn't it? We actually watched Miko become a true sleeve in real-time. Look at her; she's lost in her own world."

"Absolutely! I've never seen anything quite like it. The Doc is a master," Tammy remarked, her eyes gleaming with fascination and arousal. As she spoke, she idly rubbed herself, the memory of the scene still vivid.

The three wives led their Orc husband out of the room, his moaning sleeve bouncing up and down as he walked. Clair stood entranced, her mind buzzing with the intensity of what she had just witnessed.

"They are living art. They are so intimate and vibrant. Thank you for letting me witness it," Clair said, her voice filled with awe and gratitude.

Tammy smiled warmly at Clair's words. "Oh, definitely! But it's also inspiring. It makes me want to push myself sexually; I think this is the best way for you to understand what this company is striving for, Misty."

Clair was momentarily thrown off guard when she heard the name Misty. Realizing her mistake, she quickly improvised a response: "Um, oh yes, ma'am. Sorry, I was just so deep in thought."

Tammy chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on Clair for a moment longer. "I understand; we all want some 'Deep' attention," she quipped, her fingers grazing over her supple breasts. "Maybe someday, I'll have a giant of my own."

"Well, I think we'll move on from here," Kelly interjected, slightly disappointed. "We've just got to run over to the stables for a quick check. Tam, what's on your agenda for the rest of the day?"

Tammy smiled, her expression brightening. "I've got to get to the stables and pick up my new saddle. Do you two need a ride?"

Kelly let out a long breath, relief evident in her voice. "Oh, thanks. I didn't want to have to make the walk. My shoes are killing my feet today.

"Tammy guided the electric golf cart down the winding trail, the gentle hum of the motor blending with the rustling of leaves overhead. Kelly and Clair sat beside her, enjoying the leisurely ride through the property.

Clair's eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her as they rounded a bend in the trail. A group of women tended to the fields, their movements fluid and purposeful. But what caught Clair off guard was the fact that they were all completely nude.

"Um, Tammy, Kelly, who are those naked women?" Clair asked.

Tammy glanced over at the field, her expression somber. "They're being punished," she explained quietly. "It's part of the disciplinary measures here; those are employees that have screwed up, not enough to become properties, but who just require a little warning; they work the fields nude for a few days."

Kelly nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's one of the ways they enforce obedience and discipline. We demand perfection in all tasks. It may seem harsh, but it's effective."

Clair watched the women in the field, her heart skipping excitedly at their humiliation. Working alongside their coworkers, they were completely exposed, "So sexy," she thought.

As the electric golf cart glided along the trail, Tammy steered it past a bustling movie studio within the expansive grounds. Clair's curiosity was piqued as she caught glimpses of elaborate sets and crews bustling about, cameras poised to capture every moment.

"What's that?" Clair asked, pointing to the studio with interest.

Tammy smiled knowingly. "That's one of the many creative ventures here. We produce specialty adult movies with exotic themes, pushing the boundaries of erotic art."

Clair's eyes widened in surprise. "Adult movies? Here?"

Tammy nodded. "Yes, and they're not your typical films. Our productions are more like works of art, exploring the depths of female desire and fantasy in provocative and thought-provoking ways."

Kelly chimed in, her tone filled with admiration. "It's all part of the company's commitment to pushing the boundaries of erotic entertainment and exploring the full spectrum of human sexuality."

As they passed by the studio, Clair caught glimpses of elaborate sets and costumes, each one more extravagant than the last.

"It's... it's fascinating," Clair remarked, her mind buzzing with questions.
"Are these movies available to the public?"

Tammy shrugged. "Only to the elite, darling. Our films reflect what we do here: desire, passion, taboo, the absurd, and the beauty of intimacy."

Clair couldn't shake the image of the movie studio from her mind. She wished to learn more about the productions and fantasy sets she had glimpsed. The women were in exotic costumes, some leading large animals alongside them. Some were adorned in elaborate outfits, while others were clad in little more than revealing attire, their bodies on display for all to see.

Clair's eyes widened in surprise. "Those women leading the large animals, I'm guessing the movies are a bit exotic; I don't even recognize half those animals."

Tammy's smile faltered slightly, and she hesitated before answering. "Well, you see, Clair, This is the ultimate sexual playground."

Designated as a "filly," Clair couldn't shake the prospect of being involved in unique movies involving horses, which stirred something primal within her.

She knew that Abdul would stop at nothing to mate her to his Stallions; he insisted she would be fucked by the most magnificent horses in the world while the most powerful people watched, but what was the company planning on doing with her? The growing humiliation of her predicament was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of vulnerability that fueled her desires like never before. She basked in the attention and now understood why Tammy insisted on never being able to feel comfortable exposed in front of others.