Hello readers.
This is something completely different. Again. Like some of my others this story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology. This time though, it's futanari cowgirls, body modification and mental corruption.
Some of the things you can expect in this part of the story include: Nonconsent, Futanari, Anal, Deepthroat, Inflation and Body Modification.
I'd like to thank my editors for helping me make it to this part.
Everyone is over the age of 18 and completely fictional.
Feedback and comments are welcome as usual.
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Angela froze as the pale beam of a torch swung through the chill night air. Back and forth it went. Tracking the length of the chain-metal fence she was currently halfway through passing under. She couldn't get caught now. Not when she was so close.
For months she had been tracking, snooping, and asking dangerous questions all so she could find this place. But finally with the help of some of her sister's contacts in the agriculture industry she had found it.
'The Dairy.'
Her best friend Rebecca had been writing an expose on the apparently mysterious source of the world's most popular brand of milk. How the entire company was just a sham, built to hide and obscure what they were really doing. Rebecca had claimed she was on the verge of breaking the entire thing open when she disappeared, that all she'd needed was one final piece.
Angela hadn't heard from her after that. She'd gone to the authorities, trying to get them to help, to find her friend, but they'd done nothing. Bounced from one department to another like a ball, they'd claimed they were looking into it, but she could tell it was all bullshit. None of them wanted a dead end case. Or the potential pressure that would come from investigating such a high profile company.
And that was how she found herself in a paddock in the middle of the night. Attempting to sneak past security and into the shadowy buildings she could see not far beyond the fence line.
Waiting for the guard and his torch to move further away, Angela had never been happier for her smaller body. At just over five foot, a svelte frame, and being on the smaller end in the tits department, she was still barely making it through the gaps and openings that her source had said would lead her inside the factory.
Finally the beam turned away from her section of the fence and Angela scrambled further forward on her elbows and knees. Then arching her spine so she could slip under the fence before pulling herself free and up into a crouch.
With a furtive look around to make sure she couldn't see any other guards, Angela ran for the buildings with her heart beating a million miles an hour in her chest. She was so close.
Less than half a minute later, Angela was pressed to the side of the building and hiding in its shadow. It was huge, multiple stories tall, and at least a few hundred metres long. Fumbling with a pocket on the dark bodysuit she'd worn for her infiltration, Angela fished around for the map she'd been passed at a dead drop. Hunching around it and facing the wall, Angela risked a light for a moment so she could double check it. The biggest building on the hastily scrawled image was labelled 'Main Processing Plant', and that was where she'd been told she would find Rebecca.
Happy she was in the right place, Angela hastily stuffed the map back into the pocket and switched off the light. She had to hurry. Every minute spent out here was another minute of time lost for Rebecca. Spinning back around, she quickly checked for guards again. Happy she was still in the clear, Angela moved forward.
There was meant to be a door waiting for her. An insider who wanted the world to know what was truly happening inside would leave it open for her. All she had to do was find it and sneak inside.
It didn't take her long considering the size of the building. The instructions on where to enter the facility from outside had placed her quite close to the door and with the barest of interactions with security. Easing down next to the door, Angela tested the handle and it moved easily. Unlocked. Exultation filled her. She was going to make it. Opening the door just a crack, Angela peaked inside.
A short metal corridor filled with dim nocturnal lights met her curious gaze. Steel walls and metal grate flooring for roughly ten metres before another door blocked her sight of anything further.
"Fuck," she whispered to herself. But at least there was no guard directly inside the door.
Pulling it open as silently as she could, Angela slipped inside like a wraith. Pressing forward eagerly for the next door and focused on finding Rebecca, she didn't hear the door behind her click shut and lock.
Reaching the secondary door, Angela repeated the process of testing the handle, finding it unlocked and then sneaking a peak beyond.
As soon as she opened the door, Angela was sure she had found herself in some twisted nightmare. All-too-feminine moans and groans filled the air and Angela was aghast at the revelation why.
There were no cows. The realisation hit her. There had never been any cows. Not on the drive to the grove where she had hidden her car. Not in the pastures. And now none in the factory.
But there were women. Hundreds of them in small stalls that ran the entire edge of the factory. Angela stared at the nearest one. The woman hadn't even reacted to her presence at all. She was just staring straight ahead, an almost vacant, pleasure-filled look on her face. To Angela's horror, an old cow-bell was hanging from a collar around her neck and skintight cow-print material was wrapped around her arms and legs. Manacles connected to her ankles were the only thing holding her in place and Angela could see vestiges of milk leaking from the woman's ample chest.
Her gaze swept the rest of the plant.
The interior was mostly open floor, a trough for feeding cattle running down the entire middle of the building and hundreds of cables fitted with suction cups dangled above it. What was out of place though was the stocks. Mediaeval style, human sized stocks dotted the length of it as well.
"Oh fuck."
They were making the milk from people. The realisation shook her to the core. This was the secret Rebecca had been looking for. This is what 'The Dairy' was all about.
"Rebecca. I need to find Rebecca," Angela told herself, trying her best to focus.
But where the hell was she meant to start? This place was huge and there had to be hundreds of girls trapped within. Finding Rebecca would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Angela shook her head. She couldn't think that. She couldn't give up. Her friend wouldn't give up on her. Rebecca would always keep fighting.
Angela thought frantically. She had no way of knowing what time people would return to the plant. No way of knowing what security was inside. With hundreds of separate stalls she would just have to check them all as fast as possible.
At least on the bottom floor, they were all open and she could tell with the briefest of glances if one of the women was Rebecca. The thought made her sick. That her beautiful, thoughtful friend had been reduced to this. She had to find her. Had to get her out.
Angela pushed the door open and entered the main floor properly. Without pausing, she chose a direction and started running. Frantically looking to and fro, she ran down the aisle checking the stalls for Rebecca. But it was just other women. Of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities. All of them dressed as cows and all with the same vacant, pleasured look in their eyes. She kept running. She had to find Rebecca.
Ten minutes later and panting heavily, Angela stopped at a pair of metal stairs leading upwards. She'd done a circuit of this part of the lower floor and hadn't seen another moving person or any sign of Rebecca. The thought had occurred to her that if Rebecca had stumbled into their operation then maybe they were keeping her somewhere more secure, not wanting to risk her escaping. To her that meant upwards. Away from the doors and open stalls.
Warily she climbed the stairs, poking her head out into the catwalk as she got to the next level. She hadn't heard or seen anything besides the women and their moaning but that didn't mean security wasn't lurking nearby.
Satisfied they weren't there, Angela stepped out and looked around. The stalls on this level were different. A lot of them were empty, for starters. Only about a third of the ones she could see nearby had a woman in it. And they were where the moaning was coming from. Various machines and toys were in use and in such abundance that she could pick up an audible hum now that she was closer.
Turning to the stall on her right, Angela got a closer look at the 'dairy' in action.
Disgust, curiosity, and the tiniest flutter of arousal flitted through her when she did.
The woman inside had the same petite frame as her, with the same medium-length brown hair. Upright and spread eagle, all four of her limbs were embedded into the structure of the stall itself. She was wearing the same skintight cow-print clothing and bell. But she had more. A facsimile tail was hanging from behind her, shuddering as the woman did, and Angela could make an educated guess on how it was attached. A mechanical mask of some kind covered the lower half of her face. A large circular opening in it directly over her mouth allowed Angela to see that it was being held open by some device on the inside and copious amounts of drool was leaking from it as the woman moaned unabashedly. Her big brown eyes did briefly manage to focus on Angela before another moan emerged and it faded away.
