Hello readers.
Welcome to the second of three instalments of this story. Like the first this story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology.
Some of the things you can expect in this part of the story include: Futanari, Anal, Bondage, 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. Please tell me what you liked, disliked and what you think could be improved. Everything helps keep me going with my writing and making it better for you all.
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Angela awoke in bondage, confusion, and a mass of sensation. Darkness becoming light as she opened her eyes to the world once more. Struggling to move, struggling to clear her thoughts, she only succeeded in creating a wooden rattle and nothing more.
Closing her eyes from the glare, she tried to remember. Where was she? What had happened? Why couldn't she move? Was she bent over? Why did she feel strangely full and heavy? Even her clothes felt strangely constricting. For a few minutes, the confusion reigned. There was nothing but fog in her mind as she struggled to wake properly.
Slowly, cautiously, she opened her eyes again. Squinting against the light after so long in the dark. How long had she been in the dark? That thought troubled her as her surroundings became more than a blur.
Metal. Metal walls to either side of her. A metal catwalk in front of her on the other side of a metal fence. There was someone standing at the fence-a blur she couldn't recognize yet. But they were watching her. Waiting for something.
Angela tried to speak, but nothing but a gurgle came out. With alarm, she realised there was something in her mouth, on her face.
The picture became clearer. The shadowy figure was a man. There was a gap beyond him and then, on the other side, a woman. A pair of women? She couldn't tell yet.
Angela tried to move again. The wooden rattle sounded again, and this time she turned her head. Stocks. Wooden stocks. She was locked securely inside them and unable to move.
Terror blanketed thought. Then memory returned.
Rebecca. The hunt for her friend. The factory. The women in bondage.
Roxy.
That final memory burned its way through her mind. Angela felt her body clench and her pussy start to leak as she remembered.
Roxy. No: Rebecca.
She had found her friend. Thought she'd succeeded. But it had been a trap. Rebecca had a cock-a hard, throbbing thing that she used on her, fucked her with it, and filled with her with an impossible amount of cum.
Rebecca hadn't recognized her. Had called herself Roxy. Her personality supplanted by a horny, raging beast. She remembered she'd been fucked until she begged and pleaded. Her body used as a toy for pleasure while it stretched and ballooned with the cum filling her again and again. Something about that had changed her own body. She'd lost herself along the way. The pleasure amplifying again and again.
Disgust, arousal, and panic all swam through Angela as she remembered. She'd called herself a cow. Had wanted to be used. She'd passed out, and now she was trapped just as Rebecca had been.
Angela looked around again; her vision was clear now and her senses were returning to full strength. The man was still watching her, but she ignored him. Her own body was calling out to her and it couldn't be denied.
She groaned half in pleasure and half in denial as she took stock of what it was trying to tell her.
She was locked firmly in the same wooden stocks she had seen when she first arrived: cutouts allowing her neck and wrists to pass through, but nothing else. She wasn't on the bottom floor though. Maybe the highest level?
Turning her head as much as she could, Angela could see little else beyond the wood. But her body suit was gone. That much she knew. Her skin was mostly bare except her legs and arms. The memory of skin tight cow-print clothing on the prisoners told her what she was now wearing instead. Where it pressed against her skin an inescapable tingle buzzed beneath. Had she always been so sensitive?
She couldn't feel the gravid heft of Roxy's cum inside her anymore, but her chest felt heavier; her tits hanging on the other side of the plank definitely felt larger.
Then there was her ass. It was radiating pleasure right up her spine. Roxy had shown her how sensitive it was. Bathed it with her tongue and stuffed it with her fingers. But this was something more: bigger, thicker. Angela shuffled as the sensation grew more pronounced.
Something tickled the back of her thigh and she grasped what it was immediately: they'd given her a tail. A plug filling her ass with a dangling bit of cloth to make her look more like the cow she was intended to be.
She groaned as the feeling of fullness spread. She had to stop focusing on it.
Her thoughts shifted to the final thing she could feel. The mask that now covered half her face. Only her cheeks and eyes were free. Elastic straps around her head were holding the metal contraption in place, and she could feel a guard inside it keeping her mouth open as well.
"Eyyy, ooo!" Angela tried to get the man's attention now. But he just smirked at her and continued to watch.
"Eyyyy! Et me go!" she tried again louder.
The man continued to ignore her. Was he waiting for something? For someone?
She studied him in turn. She needed something to focus on that wasn't her own body. There wasn't much to him. Short, trim, and muscular. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and was dressed in long dark blue overalls that had the logo of the dairy company he apparently worked for stitched on the upper right pocket.
What was he waiting for? Why wasn't he saying anything? Angela was frantic. They couldn't leave her like this forever could they?
"Ughh! Ey! Ey! Et me go! Et me gooo!" She tried yelling again but everything was distorted by the mask.
"Oh, she's awake then?" a voice asked from out of sight, and the man in front of her finally spoke in reply.
"A few minutes. Being a bit feisty. I don't think she likes her position, but the experiment seems to have been a success."
"Excellent," the other voice replied as its owner stepped into view.
It was another man. But taller and stockier than his companion. Other than that they could have been twins. Dark haired, dark eyes, and dressed in the same blue overalls. They watched Angela together.
"Has she realised yet?" the taller one asked.
"No, not yet. It's always the very last thing, the Docs say. Something about nerves and connections."
"Ahh," the tall one replied.
"Don't think she's clued on to the other thing either," the short one added a moment later.
"Well Angel here isn't the brightest bulb in the drawer. I think we proved that with how easily we drew her in."
"Hah, you're not wrong there," the short one laughed and Angela drew her brows down in anger.
