hucowheaven:mason-hess:Amber’s head was throbbing and she ached all over as she started to come arou

hucowheaven:mason-hess:Amber’s head was throbbing and she ached all over as she started to come around. She could remember meeting up with that guy at the bar after the conference and having a few drinks with him. He had been the keynote speaker and he had some interesting things to say about animal husbandry and production in the livestock industry. He was attractive and engaging and it was hard to believe he was a farmer. But he had paid her tab and bought her more drinks and she had engaged him for a while before she agreed to go back to his hotel room with him for some magnificent rough sex. He hadn’t even let her undress the first time, just pushing her against the door and lifting one leg before scooping her panties out of the way and pounding her to a screaming fit still in her skirt and heels. Then he had carried her to bed and stripped her down, eating her to another powerful orgasm before he mounted her and they spent a few hours in his big hotel bed making each other cum all night long. She had fallen asleep sated and happy, her pussy humming in pleasure and her body slicked with sweat and dripping with cum. That had been her last clear memory, but some of the hazy ones were starting to come back to her now. Like his discussion about the future of dairy farming, about the declining quality of traditional livestock and the possibilities for an entire new industry. She could sort-of remember a hand clamped over her mouth and feeling panic and terror as a needle slipped into her neck while a weight crushed down on her belly and she could almost remember being carried out of his room in just her skin to a waiting van with a few other women. The almost-memories kept returning as she swum up out of the lethargic and heavy sleep and she felt her terror growing with every passing moment. She nearly remembered the needles and pain that had wracked her whole body and she seemed to recall something about a steel table and overhead lights, some strangers and pain and blood. Then a clear memory came to her and her eyes snapped open and her heart was racing as she tried to sit up. But she couldn’t move, her arms and legs felt asleep, all tingles and numbness, itches and aches as she tried to both remember and banish that clear memory, the memory of a butterfly tattoo on an ankle. It was a familiar tattoo because she had gotten it ten years ago when she turned eighteen and she was still very happy with it. But the disturbing part had been the distance between her and the tattoo, because it was on her leg, but the leg was across the room on a stainless steel table with her arms and her other leg. She looked at her shoulders and felt a scream welling up, a scream that she couldn’t voice as she saw the smooth flesh where her arms should have been. She was on her belly and tears were rolling down her face as the almost-memories flooded back to her. Her one-nighter had discussed the possibility of human female livestock with her and she had gone along, thinking it was a joke He had told her that she would make an excellent specimen and she had played along, even asking if her already generous chest would really hold up to production. He had told her that with chemical enhancement her udders… he had actually called her breasts udders… would double or even triple in size and produce constantly. And now she could see that he hadn’t been joking. She looked around at the five other women on tables and saw that they were all as limbless as she was, their breasts huge and their expressions a mixture of fearful denial and broken acceptance as the door opened and six men came in. She could see her lover among them and he came right to her and got to work, not speaking to her and just doing what he needed to do as he stepped around behind her and pressed his cock into her defenseless pussy. She sobbed as he fucked her, sliding her torso back and forth, her swollen, sensitive udders rubbing on the leather mat as he made her cum so easily that she was surprised until she remembered him mentioning a drug that would make her entire body very sensitive to touch and easily brought to orgasm. She came over and over again, remembering him talking about the orgasm causing human women to produce more cervical lubricant to ease pregnancy, and the drugs that would soften the cervix to aid that further. When he came inside of her and held his cock there she could almost feel his seed seeking her egg and when he finally pulled out she was sobbing silently, wondering why she couldn’t scream or speak, but then remembering the steel probe that had been forced down her throat and the moment of pain that he had explained to her. She had been de-vocalized, something that was illegal in dogs. Then she felt something in her ass, something cold and hard that swelled up and stretched her sphincter wide before he began belting a leather harness around her chest, leaving her breasts free hanging as she was hoisted up into the air. She could see the rest of the women and knew that her ass had a tube going into it now and her breasts, now really udders, hung low and heavy as she was moved out of the room on some sort of overhead railway. Armless and legless she was moved into a room with dozens of other women that she could see, all in the same state as her, most of them blank-eyed and visibly pregnant as her lover came around to her face and adjusted her until she felt something press against her heated and tender pussy. “Well, Amber, when you said you were turned on by being a milk cow, did you think I would really take you up on it?” He asked and she shook her head as the cold metal bar against her pussy thrummed to life, vibrating strongly enough to arouse her but not enough to allow her to get off. “I’ll come back every day until you start to show, but I’m a busy man so be a good cow and grow me a nice healthy daughter.” And then he left her, just another human cow among dozens, perhaps hundreds of legless animals kept alive merely for their milk. She couldn’t remain sane forever, and she wished more than anything that she had a voice to scream out her terror and helplessness, along with every other woman in the dairy.(via TumbleOn) -- source link

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