Betsy Becomes A Hucow Prologue

Prologue - Enslavement

The gavel fell, and that was it. Betsy was sentenced to ten years of forcible servitude. A more legal way of describing slavery. She was a slave now. All her rights to dignity and respect were out the window. Her future, shattered.

Betsy's trial had been hopeless from the start, but she still held up hope that this nightmare would end. This wasn't supposed to happen, she didn't do anything wrong! One of the clerks came up behind her, and began to undress her. Betsy's bare tits hanging out in the air. Her ass for all the courtroom to see. Her vagina agape with the slightest touch of moisture.

Betsy had always been told she was a pretty girl. Her curly brown hair went a few inches below her shoulders. She stood 5'8'' tall. Her boobs were a very respectable D cup, and she knew plenty of people would enjoy fondling them. Betsy had let her bush grow. She didn't want so many people to see her body unkempt, but if she did shave she would have to acknowledge that slavery was a possibility. But despite having a body many would be proud and jealous of, she was just ashamed.

Betsy knew her sister and mother were behind her in the courtroom, but she didn't dare look. She was on the break of tears, and couldn't bear to see their faces, lest she have a total meltdown.

A cloth mask was raised over her face. The smallest accommodation of modesty she was allowed. It wouldn't be for long. A leather collar was fastened around her neck, and she began to be led out of the room. Good. She didn't want to stay here anymore.

A few minutes later, Betsy felt a cool breeze across her body. She had been taken outside. Although she could barely see through the mask, Betsy had heard plenty about the process. She was led to a van that would take her to a professional auction house that had a deal with the town. There, she would be trained and sold off to some well off individual.

But the inside of the van was not what she expected. She had been told sometimes the vans had normal seats, and sometimes they had metal cages that would force her to stay crouched over. But this van was fit with a dog style frame. She was bent over a couple metal poles, and her wrists and ankles were fastened to the floor. Her boobs hung out in front of her, facing the backdoor of the van.

The mask was being taken off Betsy, and she heard someone step out of the van. "She's the new one. Name's Betsy, seems appropriate," the clerk said.

"Thank you, she looks great," the new person responded. Her voice sounded feminine.

"Are you sure you want her? Didn't think drug users had good taste."

"Oh, it'll be fine, don't worry about it," the new woman answered again. She stepped out of the van, and Betsy got a good look at her. She had long blond hair and a slender build. She was shorter than Betsy, standing 5'3. The woman looked very much like the type of person Betsy always wished she could be. Betsy wasn't that fat, but was always hard on herself about it.

"I quite look forward to setting her up," the woman said, as she ran her hands across Betsy's head. She signed some paperwork, and the clerk left Betsy and the woman alone in the parking lot.

The woman turned to Betsy, and a wicked smile crossed her face. Her hazel eyes stared deep into Betsy's. She was so beautiful. Betsy then felt a little dribble down the side of her leg. She was getting wet.

"Well Betsy it's nice to meet you. My name is Samantha, and I'll be taking care of you for a little while," the new woman said. "I am going to take you to your new home. While I am not your owner, for the time being I will be your mistress. I know you don't have training, but I am sure a sweet thing like you can figure it out. Do you understand?"

"Uh.. yeah," Betsy replied.

A dark look entered Samantha's eyes. "Yes Mistress."

Feeling ashamed, Betsy quickly replied "Oh! Yes Mistress!"

Samantha stepped up again into the back of the van. "I suppose you do need someone to teach you some manners, and it might as well be me," she said. Betsy wasn't sure what Samantha was doing, until she felt something cold slide into her from the back.

The metal dildo was cold inside Betsy, clearly sitting in the van for a while. It was soon joined by a small nob entering her ass. Betsy wanted to moan, but she didn't want to do anything out of place. Betsy wasn't trained, she didn't know what the rules were, and she definitely didn't want to risk provoking Samantha.

Samantha came back to the front, and wrapped a ball gag around Betsy's mouth, nipple clamps on Betsy's tits, and finally a sleeping mask around Betsy's eyes. "This will be good for you," Samantha said, and she kissed Betsy's cheek. That kiss sent a spark through her body, and Betsy began to feel a little more comfortable in her position.

The car ride was rough on Betsy. Every time the car bumped, lurched, stopped, and started up again caused the instruments in her pussy and ass to move around, and the clamps on her tits to shake. It was all very unnatural to her. Betsy preferred to pleasure herself with her hand, and the dildo stuck in her was bigger than any she had tried before. The constant simulation left her on edge, but she wasn't brought to a full orgasm. Frustratingly, juice from her pussy had been trailing down her legs, but she couldn't do anything to wipe it away. She lost track of time, as she could barely focus on anything but her own stimulation

Eventually, the van came to a final stop. The van door was opened, and Betsy felt the restraints being taken off her wrists. She instinctually went to stand up and take off the eyemask, but instead Betsy was taken with a slap on the ass.

"You're being a bad girl Betsy. I won't be having this," she said. Betsy didn't see it coming, and was unprepared for a loud slap on her ass. Betsy cowered, and remained on the floor. The implements were removed from her behind, and the mask was lowered on her. Then Samantha hooked a leash to Betsy's collar.

Samantha grabbed Betsy by her hair, and Samantha held Betsy's face close. "You are only to follow my orders Betsy, exactly to the T."

"Yes Mistress," Betsy quickly said. A small smile crossed Samantha's face.

"Well then, follow me."

Samantha led Betsy into the building. The outside looked very plain, like some nondescript commercial building. Inside Betsy was treated to long hallways, with white walls and tile ceiling floors. As she walked inside, Betsy took note of her boobs, and saw that the clamps had caused her to start lactating a little. Although it was uncommon, some girls like Betsy did lactate occasionally. When she was young, Betsy learned that her ancestors and the ancestors of girls like her acted as midwives for much of history, and they would supply babies with milk when the mother wasn't able to. Of course, that duty wasn't necessary after the invention of baby formula, but her DNA didn't know that.

Just like the rest of her body, it was another source of embarrassment for Betsy.

She was taken into a room reminiscent of a doctor's office. She was told to get on an exam room bench, boobs up. A minute later, another doctor walked into the room.

"Oh wow, you found another one Samantha?" the doctor said.

"Yes Jenkins, she's very special," Samantha replied.

Betsy smiled a little at hearing that. Samantha took notice, and slid a hand down to Betsy's pussy, and began playing with it as she was talking to Jenkins.

"I suppose lactating with just a little pressure is a good sign, but we still don't know how she'll adjust to acclimation," Jenkins said.

"Excuse me? But Betsy meets all of the qualifications. I want her to be put on my project."

"I'm sorry Samantha, I know she is one of yours, but we have to start her on the regular track to observe results."

"But we already know how effective she is going to be, she's too good to be with the regular stock."Samantha said.

Betsy still didn't really understand what Samantha was talking about, but hearing Samantha talk of her so highly excited Betsy. Samantha picked up the pace with her fingers, and Betsy began to moan, she was getting close.

"I am sorry Samantha, I don't make the rules. We can set her up on the pills and diet here, and after 3 months if we observe significant levels, she can be placed with you." Jenkins said.

Samantha looked down at Betsy. "Well then, I guess I won't be with you for a while. But as long as you are a good girl I will be back. Let me give you something to remember me by."

Samantha grabbed Betsy's head with her right hand, and gave her a long impassioned kiss. Her left hand was going crazy into Betsy's pussy. Having someone else do this to her felt far better than anything Betsy did alone. Betsy let out one final loud moan, and she came all over the chair and Samantha's hand.

"Wow Samantha, you found a real squirter. Hope she's a big lactator too."

"Oh she is," Samantha said, while looking fondly into Betsy's eyes. "I'll be back for you, my little cow."

At that moment, everything clicked in place for Betsy. She was too distracted by the stimulation and embarrassment that she didn't realize sooner. Betsy wasn't getting trained as a sex slave because she wouldn't be one. She was going to be a hucow.