Fertility; A practical study.

"Ey, Caled, you hear we got another of Therismos' granddaughters in today?"
	The farmhand stopped loudly crunching his bread and lettuce for a moment. "What, another? How many of those girls do we really need?"
	Samael, Caled's unofficial 'boss' when the foreman wasn't around shrugged back at him across the lunch table. "I dunno. But you probably seen her, right? Tall, brown-haired, brown eyed, sack-cloth dress, you know. Her handlers are... around somewhere, but you know them. She ain't dangerous. What she gonna do if someone takes the chains off anyway, grow the crops too fast? So you know, they're slacking again and probably off tryin' and sit in the shade."
	Caled steepled his fingers. "And how does this have anything to do with me? I gotta finish cutting out the stones on Row 27."
	"Oh, you know, someone's gotta break her in so she's actually effective, mate."
	Caled gave Samael a look that, by all rights, should have incinerated him. "I broke in the last one, Samael."
	"Come on, but you're so good at it!"
	"Ugh. Look, why cant Reikart do it?"
	"He's busy with the damn water pipe. Busted again, rusted right through. Anyway, it shouldn't take you more than thirty minutes, tops."
	Caled snorted. "Yeah, but then I go back to work sticky and sweaty, and I feel like a total scumbag for hours."
	"Hey, I'm not gonna order you, Caled, but someone DOES have to do it. After lunch. Chop chop!"

	It wasn't hard to find the new girl. She stood in the middle of Row 31, looking lost as compared to the other women (and they were ALL women. He didn't know which farm the male children were sent to) who walked among the rows, blessing crops with hourly growth with their mere presence. She couldn't be any older than sixteen, and he felt a strange moment of sympathy for her, but a job is a job.  She turned to face him, silently staring at him with the widest eyes he'd seen in a long time. "Hey."
	She stared at him silently. Right. Only speak when ordered to or something like that. Quiet lot, regardless. Caled looked about for some identifying mark, settling on the nametag on the right side of her sack-cloth dress that was barely there to begin with; 'Naava'. Strange name. Foreign, he bet.
	"Hey, Naava. Come with me. I got a task for you."
He turned, and watching behind him while she obediently followed he walked over to the half-shadow of the barn and the thresher, monstrous metal thing that it was (he still wasn't sold on it, but that was a story for another time). Naava coughed, and he turned to look at her. Right. With care, he took both of her shoulders in his calloused hands and pushed her to her knees.
	Naava looked up at Caled from her position on the ground, knees wide in the dirt while he fumbled with his belt. With a final click, the belt came undone and he let his pants drop to his ankles. He was hard, hard watching this woman submit before him, chains-a-rattling when she shifted uncomfortably. She opened her mouth, and a dusty and scarcely-used voice creaked out. "... Sir? Can I help you?"
	Caled responded in a grunt, pulling his underwear down as fast as possible. "Yeah. Help me with this." The cock waved near her face when he drew her close with one hand and her eyes flickered with hesitation.
	"I -- I don't think I'm supposed to -" Naava stuttered, brown eyes flicking from his erection -- now nearly on her face -- and Caled's eyes. She was cut off when he pressed the head against her lips.
	"Don't care. Open up, new girl." Caled said, pressing more firmly against her lips. Hesitation, then resigned acceptance flashed across her face as she opened her mouth for him. "Much better." At first, Caled contented himself with slowly pressing her head down and letting her bob back and forth on his erection, but he soon grew tired of the slow pace Naava took. Grabbing her head with both hands, he locked her in place and thrust into her throat despite her muffled protests. Faster, faster, faster, till he was right on the edge. At first, Naava pressed against him with her hands, trying to force him off but eventually she weakened and dropped to her side, eyes rolling back ever so slightly in time with her gurgles.

	He was just about finished, teetering on the edge, yet Caled knew he still had a job to do. While Naava coughed and gasped for air, he shuffled around behind her and slowly pushed her torso to the ground. The demigoddess leaned on her forearms for support, but was only able to get one word out between coughs. "S-Sir?"
	"Sorry, girl, but I'm supposed to get you broken in for your 'other' job." Naava nodded, slowly, as Caled kneeled in the dirt with her and swiftly tore off her sack-cloth robe, exposing her tanned skin and body to the air and sun. Her skin was nearly as smooth as a newborn and tanned, he noted briefly before positioning beside her, gripping his cock with one hand and her hips with his other. Caled pressed against her surprisingly wet entrance and leaned against her for a moment. "Ready or not..."
	Naava squeaked when he buried his cock in her in one go. Of course, she was born for this so he wasn't particularly surprised, but it must have been a real shock for her to think she was going to just be a growth enhancer and then used like this. He sighed internally. They really needed to update the training manual one of these days. Still, this part of the job wasn't without it's perks. Naava was good -- superhumanly good for a virgin. And the way her chains rattled while she whimpered, then groaned and moaned as she let herself be into it more and more. Caled watched her twitch and shake as he sped up to a more agreeable pace.
	She was close when he came, falling onto her and pushing her into the dirt, his cock flooding her again and again. Caled silently cursed himself. You weren't supposed to come inside them, he had remembered too late. They tended to get knocked up real quick, fertility demigoddesses. Even when bound it was a hassle. Still, he had work to do and the day wasn't over, so he pulled off and out of her mewling form, tugging his pants up and buckling them.
	"But... not done..." Naava whimpered.
	"Well, too bad. I am. Maybe you should go and 'convince' one of the other boys to 'help' you with that one, eh new girl?" Caled stood back and watched Naava try and fail once, twice, thrice to stand up properly before staggering to her feet and looking blearily around. Her clothes remained in ruins at her feet, but she suddenly didn't seem to care about that. Was this one really that easy to break? They didn't make slaves like they used to. After a moment, Naava locked onto one of the newer workers near the barn, making sure the weeds didn't entangle the entire thing while the demigoddess was on-site. Mattias? That was probably his name, Caled decided. Naava strode over there with as much confidence as she could manage on shaky legs before saying something to the poor boy that made him flinch and blush like a tomato.
	Caled sighed. New slaves could be over-eager, but this... Had to be a fertility thing. Probably.