Michael was a smart man, and he was very protective of his younger sister, Sarah. They lived in the heart of the south in America, in the middle of Texas, where Michael, a mechanic by training, chose to work on his family's dairy farm, applying technology to streamline the entire process. He was just shy of 6'5", well tanned, and at 210 LBs, not someone that people chose to mess with. Sarah, on the other hand, was 5'8", with blond hair, eyes as blue as sapphires, and skin the color of milk; suffice to say, she was the kind that couldn't get people to leave her alone. But, as often as people fell for Sarah, Michael just as often let them know what was waiting should they so much as think of breaking his baby sister's heart; to Sarah's great frustration, it seemed her brother would scare away any and all of her lovers before anything serious could happen.
But, that would all change one fateful summer. Not long after she graduated college, as she worked on her family's dairy, deciding what to do with an expensive English degree, Sarah laid eyes on Keith, a tech guy helping her brother install new systems on the farm; Keith was in from up north, Ohio, she thought she heard her brother say, and he was the exact opposite of a Texas cowboy: tall, slim, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a close cut beard. In a word, for Sarah, it was love at first sight. While Michael didn't trust him, and would just as soon chase him out, he also saw that his sister was happy, and decided to sit back for once and see what happened. Sarah and Keith courted for a short 16 months, after which Keith proposed to Sarah in front of her father with what she thought was a beautiful ring.
Not long after, they were married in Texas, and Keith moved to join her on her family's farm, at least until she found a job in her field, perhaps teaching. And, while all seemed well, and the couple seemed outwardly happy, Michael still had his famous cynicism and doubts. All too often, it seemed to him, he saw Keith making cellphone calls late at night, long after Sarah had gone to bed, and Keith seemed to vanish for hours at a time during the day, often to "check out other farms", and "see how they setup their tech." In Michael's mind, he was afraid it wasn't the milking machines that Keith was 'checking out', and he started to plan a stakeout.
Michael's first step was to place a small beacon, no bigger than a hockey puck, inside the wheel well of Keith's off-road jeep; the beacon had a gps antenna, and it confirmed over the next few weeks that Keith was indeed visiting other farms in the area, staying for a few hours and either returning back or moving to the next farm. While this relieved some of Michael's fears, he was still suspicious, and he began pondering how he could determine just what 'equipment' Keith was inspecting on his trips. Following the success of his first stage, Michael decided that he would travel to one of the farms himself, arrive before Keith, and place a tiny spy kit in the rafters of the milking barn.
The kit could record up to 12 hours of HD (albeit, black and white) video and then encrypt the files and send them to his email address, for later review. The kit had new advanced lithium batteries, as well as a motion sensing trigger, so it only recorded when something was happening. All told, it should record and transmit for close to 5 weeks, before using the last of its battery power to short circuit itself, removing all data left in the box. It was, Michael told himself, a foolproof plan, and it had no obvious flaws. Late one Sunday morning, when the rest of Texas was in church, Michael snuck into the nearest of Keith's stops, and set up the wide angle camera high above the floor, making sure to get as much of the barn in frame as possible. His work done, he retreated home, and began what he hoped (if not expected) would be a boring and featureless stakeout. Oh, how wrong he'd be...
-3 WEEKS LATER-
It'd been three weeks since Michael had set up his camera trap in the next ranch down the road, and, while he checked the video feed every night, he began to think he'd been a little paranoid, and that Keith was honestly just examining the latest in livestock handling equipment. That is, until one fateful Monday night, when, upon his daily video review, he saw what he had dreaded for so long: Keith, entering from the bottom of the frame and embracing the daughter of the rancher who ran the farm. After a quick hug, and kiss on the lips, the two laid down in the straw and began to make out and grope each other, slowly stripping each other in the process, till both were as naked as they day they were born. Keith then rolled the girl onto her knees and took her from behind, thrusting for several minutes, till both collapsed into the straw in each others arms. After what seemed like an eternity to the now
furious Michael, he saw Keith check his watch, dress quickly, kiss the girl again, and then jog out to his car to be back in time for Sarah's home cooked meal. The video was still rolling, showing the girl washing off quickly using a sprayer normally used to clean off the cattle, drying, redressing herself, and then tidying up the scene of the crime. Michael closed his laptop, fuming angry at the betrayal dealt upon his sister, made seemingly worse by the fact that she didn't seem to know that it was even going on. With a start, Michael realized that the video uploaded each night at midnight, and he watched each video the following night... meaning that Keith had done this the previous day, and was now sleeping next to Sarah as if he'd done nothing wrong.
Feeling his hands start to shake in anger, Michael quickly decided on a course of action that he felt would be perfect revenge, laughing darkly as he started to make preparations. He knew that Keith wasn't religious, and therefore he'd sleep in late on Sunday, even though the rest of the household would be away at church, Sarah included. But, that just seemed fitting... Come Sunday, Keith would be judged for his sins, even if it was on a farm instead of in a pew.
-SUNDAY MORNING-
Keith rolled over in the now half-empty queen sized bed, remembering that Sarah was away, at least till noon, maybe later, and he grinned as he drifted back to sleep. He never saw Michael edge in through door left ajar by Sarah, nor did he notice the cloth bag in Michael's hands, the bag that would've smelled sickly sweet, had he been awake. Michael slipped the chemical-soaked pillowcase over Keith's head, and, while he struggled slightly, he was no match for the strong Texan, nor the powerful mix of chemicals that made his whole world quickly fade to black.
When Keith awoke, his head was throbbing, and his jaws ached terribly. He felt like he'd been out for hours, while in reality it had been closer to 40 minutes. As he came to, he quickly realized something was very wrong: he was stark naked, bound, with a large ball of wadded-up fabric forced into his jaws. As he looked around the dim area he found himself in, he could tell he was suspended belly down in a spread eagle pose between two parallel rails, maybe 4 feet off the ground. His hands were bound in thick rubber mittens, attached to the rails with rollers, similar to his feet, with his cock hanging beneath him.
As all of this began to sink in, he started to thrash, as he immediately knew exactly where he was... the new experimental processing line he'd been working on with Michael...But the current rig that suspended him was new. The final design had called for a treadmill-like conveyer belt that the cattle would be carried along, secured by clamps. This meant some major modifications had been made...He didn't know what was going on, but he knew it couldn't be good, and he began to try and cry out for help, hoping that someone would hear him and release him; the improvised ballgag, however, made this rather difficult, and all that came out were panicked sounding grunts. As if on cue, Keith heard foot steps from both sides at once, each very different: from his left, he could hear the distinctive thud-rattle of cowboy boots with spurs, while to his right he heard the much lighter slap of bare feminine feet on the concrete floor. Out of the gloom stepped Michael on one side, a dark, malicious grin spread across his normally stoic face, while Sarah approached from the other, her face a mixture of heartbreak and fury. Now thoroughly confused, Keith stopped struggling and waited to see just what the hell was going on, and why he was strung up in the loading stage of a (newly modified) experimental livestock-management machine. Without warning, he felt two simultaneous pains: a vicegrip on his hanging balls, loose in the Texas summer heat, and a burning slap across his left ass cheek, both delivered by the normally sweet and docile Sarah. Just as quickly as he felt the double pains, he heard Michael begin to speak: he heard him describe how he'd grown suspicious of him and set beacons, ultimately resulting in the discovery of his affairs,with what could assumed to be several of the local farmers' daughters. He told Keith of how he'd brought the evidence to Sarah, after she'd refused to take her own brother at his word. How, after seeing her newlywed husband plowing some whore doggy-style in a milking parlor, she and Michael had begun planning her revenge. And thus, why Keith was strung up naked, in the machine he'd helped create.
At this point Keith began to quake, because, while unsure exactly what revenge would be dished out upon him, it could take a wide variety of forms, courtesy of the various stages that made up what he was beginning to think of as his own personal hell, not to mention whatever 'additions' Sarah and Michael had cooked up. Just as he began to think this, the pain renewed in intensity on both fronts, as Sarah slapped his other cheek, just as hard, and clenched with her other hand, hard enough to bring tears to Keith's eyes. Michael described to him that certain 'additions' had been made to the machine, for this, it's maiden test on another living being, just as Keith had already surmised. Just as Keith began to wonder what 'additions' Michael had made, he received one more hearty slap on the ass, before hearing motors begin to spool, pulling him towards plastic flaps that separated him from the first stage of his purgation.
-INTAKE & PROCESSING-
As Keith rolled along, the effort of keeping his head aloft was already straining his neck; was it worse to see his fate coming (with a sore neck) or simply look at the ground... As he pondered this, he moved through the plastic curtain into the first chamber. The whole machine took up a long barn, longer than a couple football fields, with partition walls that could be raised up at intervals, thus breaking up the long distance into shorter 'chambers'. To both his relief and his confusion, the first chamber seemed unchanged from his and Michael's designs, aside from the addition of a catwalk near the ceiling, upon which Michael and Sarah were following his progress. From what he could see, the catwalk appeared to run over the top of the partition walls, and stretched off into the distance, its end out of sight.
The first chamber was the initial scanning room, where new livestock were scanned by a series of lasers, as well as weighed and blood sampled, all in order to determine their breed, size, and health; important information that had to be known before the cow (or bull) in question could be mixed with the rest of the herd. Thus the source of Keith's confusion... He was an (average sized) human, and no matter how many times they scanned him, he wouldn't match any known breed.
As if reading his mind, Michael began to laugh, before shouting down at Keith in his Texas drawl exactly what was happening.
