The following story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality.
Unable to help it, I close my eyes. I'm just so tired. So very tired. I know I haven't been here but maybe a few hours, but it feels like a lifetime. Whatever drug they put in me has made me feel so weird, not that I could do anything about it. Also, my body feels warm, no, not just warm but hot. It feels very much unlike what I normally feel like. What else is that drug doing to me?
Currently I'm strapped in a barn stall within what I can only call a sex-rig. I've been kidnapped and now they are trying to make me a hucow, which is a human cow that exists to make milk and be bred.
How did I get here? I tried to bring down this farm which was driving other farms nearby out of business. When I got here with a plan, that's when I found out that they make their money via hucows. They have a secret hucow farm in which they sell "Mother's Milk" for extremely high prices as well as sell breeding services.
They put me in this rig where I'm bent over while standing with no way of moving at all. There's planks and metal bars all over, keeping me in this position, legs spread, not to mention that my hands are cuffed behind my back. They've even inserted an anal hook with is tied to my hair in an effort to make sure that all I can do is look forward while not moving or even squirming. And I've tried over and over to get free, but nothing works.
I came here this morning to try and bring down these bastards. I had a plan, only I see now how stupid and silly my plan was. They more than saw me coming, and they were easily able to kidnap me. Kidnapped and strapped me into this stable where they injected me with some chemical drug they give to their hucows to force them to produce milk.
"Come on," I grunt as my body squirms. I can't help but squirm because my breasts feel very strange. They tingle in a way I've never felt before. It's a sexual tingle in which all I want to do is rub them. It's like my hard nipples are screaming to be touched, but my hands are tied behind me making it impossible, so the best I can do is make them jiggle. It is very much like not being able to scratch a hard-to-reach itch.
The drug has also put me into something of a daze, making everything seem dreamlike. In a way, I would describe it as being high, but a good sort of high instead of a scary one. It helps a good deal because instead of feeling stiff from being bent over for so long, I don't feel any pain. Actually, I feel loose and flexible, like I could bend my body in any way I wanted.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," a man's voice says in a near mocking tone. Fluttering my eyes open, I see Joe, who is the CEO of this horrible company sitting in a chair in front of me. I look at him, wondering how much time has passed since the last person was in my stall. I then shake my head a few times to try and get the cobwebs to leave.
Joe was the one that kidnapped me. The big time CEO who wanted to handle the little problem himself. He was the one that greeted me when I arrived here. The one that ordered me to strip. The one that marched me around naked so everyone could see his catch.
"Fuck you, you fucking old pervert," I tell him as it's the best insult I can think to say. He doesn't respond to this, just smiles as if enjoying himself. This makes me struggle in an effort to get free as I want to slap him so bad. But I quickly stop as it is pointless, not to mention the more I move, the more my breasts tingle.
"Would you like to see how good you look now?" Joe asks seriously. I glare at him, trying to think up something mean to say, but having trouble due to being drugged. I'm pretty sure my mouth was gagged not too long ago which might happen again, so I have to make my words count. I'll only get a few chances to say something, so it has to be impactful. I have to say something that will hurt and sting the bastard.
The CEO then moves the mirror that's in the stable right in front of me so I can see myself fully. My stomach drops. When I see the reflection, I think at first it's a trick as there's no way it could be me. It's not the first time I've seen myself in the rig, but it is the first time I've seen myself since they gave me the drug.
My tits. What did they do to my tits?! I've never been large chested which is fine because it suited me. I've always been muscular due to being such a physical person at the farm, which meant my chest was never very large, but that's changed. My tits have grown. GROWN. They are actually dangling down and swinging they are so huge. No wonder they have been tingling. They have to be at least an F cup maybe even a G. I hadn't been able to see them because my hair is tied to the anal hook making it impossible to move my head down.
"Told you, Bit-21 is a game changer," Joe says and then laughs as I stare at my huge tits dangling. For a moment I squirm just a bit just to see my own tits swing. I've never been able to do that before. Well, that's not right, I have been able to make my tits move, but not swing or jiggle as much as this. My gosh. It's a strange feeling. And man, I look like such a whore.
"I bet the tingling is getting almost unbearable, isn't it?" Joe asks as he puts the mirror to the side so I can no longer see myself. I look at him at this statement as he knows exactly what I am feeling. I keep looking at him as I wait for him to explain what's happening to me.
Joe calmly stands up and moves his chair forward so he can be closer to me. He then sits back down and leans forward so our faces are just inches apart. Once he does this, he doesn't say anything nor does he do anything. He just smiles and looks me in the eyes. For a moment I think he means to kiss me.
"You need to be broken, cow, just like all the rest. Only I know you won't want to break. You're strong. Stronger than most. Maybe the strongest we have ever have," he tells me with that wide smile. He's giving me a compliment but it doesn't sound like it. Instead it sounds like he likes having the chance to break someone who is a challenge.
"I'll never break you creepy perverted asshole," I tell him and if I had any spit, I would spit on him. Sadly, I have a rather dry mouth at the moment.
"Oh you will break, I promise you that," he says quickly. He then leans back and giggles softly. This giggle grows into a full-blown laugh as if remembering something from the past. His laugh isn't an evil genius laugh like I thought it would be. It's a real laugh. It's a laugh that seems to show just what he thinks of me, and it's not hard to see why. Why would he be worried about me who is naked and tied down plus helpless?
"Would you like to know why your nipples tingle like that? Or why your clit is going to start tingling in a little bit?" He asks once he stops laughing. I look at him but say nothing, waiting for him to tell me. Only he doesn't. Instead, he looks at me with raised eyebrows as if waiting.
"Yes. Yes you asshole. Tell me," I answer as he stares at me, clearly waiting for a response. He sighs at my response and then shakes his head.
"Now first, you will call me
Sir, Master
or
Mister Joe
. Anything else will earn you a punishment. I'll give you this chance to address me correctly," He tells me, actually sounding like a CEO who is correcting a worker. Instantly my eyes narrow at him as it'll be a cold day in hell before I call him anything than asshole.
"Oh, sorry Mister Asshole. Let me tell you what...I'm gonna fuck your dad so he'll put a kid in me that he will actually love instead of you," I fire back as my best insult. The anger I see flash on his face is sooooo perfect. It makes me smile as I'm finally able to get under his skin.
"Have it your way," he says and shrugs, his anger disappearing. He then motions to someone behind me. This surprises me as I didn't know anyone else was here. They haven't said anything or made any noise. I try to move my head to see who is behind me, but I can't.
"What...what are you doing?" I demand as I squirm to see who is behind me. Then something is pressed right on my clit. My legs are spread wide and secured between two bars so it is very easy for the person to have access to my clit. It's a large object too, which vibrates. It feels like the size of an apple and captures all of my clit. It starts off at a low vibration but then is cranked up.
"Oh shit," I cry out as it's clear they've put a vibrator on my clit. I squirm uncontrollably now, trying to figure a way to stop them from molesting such a private place. But the only thing I manage to do is make my tits swing from my movements as I am secured.
"Stop it, please, stop it!" I cry out as the vibrations start to get to me. I have a feeling the drug is playing with my body as I'm unable to mentally fight the way it feels. I should be able to block out what I feel, or at least think of something else. But I can't. Because of this, the vibrations feel like they are going all over my body, even into my soul. It makes it very clear that I'm going to have an orgasm if I want to or not. And that it's going to come at any moment.
"Say my proper name," Joe states calmly. And then the asshole motions to whomever and the vibrations are turned higher. I let out a scream at this beautiful torture.
"BASTARD!" I yell in anger. I try to use my breathing to stop or even slow down what I know is coming. I breathe deeply in and out, but it's pointless and I know it. The vibrations are too powerful to ignore.
