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Samantha Submits
(Alexis Alexandra)

Samantha limped out of the Body Modification Building still crying from the pain and humiliation of having her hip branded. Compared to that, getting her left nipple pierced was nothing and she now sported the FISTING SLUT tag on her new ring.

"I think I made a big mistake coming here," she sobbed to Cumbunny who was leading her down the street in the direction of the Wheel of Sex. 

"You are free to leave at any time, but remember, if you go before completing all of the agreed upon tasks your name will be registered as a Farm submissive and there's no going back once that happens. You'll never be able to come to the Farm as anything other than a Farm submissive once that happens so, I guess the question you need to ask yourself is...is the humiliation worth it to write your master's thesis on the taboo sexuality of humans?"

"I knew better than to come here. I knew this was going to happen, but I told myself I'd be careful. My mother was here four years ago, and my best friend two years ago and they are now both registered submissives. They warned me time and time again not to do it, to pick another topic for my thesis, but I put it off for so long that I could no longer change it without significant setbacks."

"Then all you can do is endure what humiliations you must and move on. Get your interviews and whatever information you need and write the best damn thesis you can write. Look at me, for instance. I have more than a dozen tattoos, brands and piercings and I wear each and every one of them as a badge of honor. But we can talk about that later. Assuming you want to interview me, that is."

"You're the first one on my list," Samantha offered a forced smile. "So, what can you tell me about the Wheel of Sex?"

"It's a giant wheel sort of like what's on the Wheel of Fortune. Only instead of dollar amounts, each space has an attraction, event or some other task written on it that the spinner has to complete. Failure to complete the task results in punishment. First failure is twenty swats of the cane. The second is fifty swats and the third is being registered as a Farm submissive.

"It seems the odds are in favor of visitors being registered as Farm submissives," Samantha sighed. 

"Not really. You're actually more likely to be collared by a Dominant than becoming a Farm submissive unless you purposely break a lot of rules, or ask for it. Here we are," Cumbunny said waving her arm towards a giant wheel standing about fifty feet off the road. "Go ahead and tell the men how many times you'll be spinning."

Samantha walked up to the two leather-clad men and stared at them nervously. "I'll be spinning the wheel three times, Master."

"Very well," the man on the left replied. "Give it a spin when you're ready."

Samantha inhaled deeply as she reached up and wrapped her fingers around one of the many metal pegs going around the perimeter of the wheel. She gave it a hard spin and took a step back. It slowly came to a stop on a spot labeled GOLDEN SHOWERS.