Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Sold Into Slavery: Rescued

Stephanie leaned against the milking frame, her eyes dull and unseeing. She didn't move as the suction cups on her breasts alternated back and forth, suck-hiss-suck-hiss on her two breasts.

She needed to urinate, so the urine came flowing out, spraying onto the concrete floor below her. She didn't even shift her legs further apart. The splatter covered her ankles.

The first weeks on the milking machine had been painful. The suction was unforgiving, relentless. She had struggled, fighting the machine, trying to dislodge the suction tubes. For her troubles she got the reputation of being a problem and was strapped down, tightly. Even her mouth was gagged, causing her to drool constantly.

Milking occurred twice daily, once in the mid-morning and once in the evening just before sleeping time.

Dairy maids, as the women who resided in the long, low building and gave milk each day, spent a total of four hours during the day on the milking machines during the two milking sessions. Those who gave the best milk and were cooperative were allowed privileges.

Privileges generally were time outdoors in an open area for exercise or permission to have sex with some of the other dairy maids. The very privileged were given basic clothing to wear and went to other areas of the maternity center to help supervise women who had arrived and were on their way to giving birth.

Stephanie was not privileged. Unlike her status at the Jackson compound, here she was considered a problem. But she was kept because her milk production was unusually high, though quality was considered average.

The first few weeks giving milk Stephanie's nipples hurt badly. The milking machine had a strong suction and her nipples were naturally sensitive. Eventually she got used to it and ignored the pain, and her nipples were slowly going numb.

The worst part of being a dairy maid was the boredom. There was nothing to do. The food was a mush-paste designed to produce high quality milk, not be appetizing. Because she was not privileged, she spent long hours in a cell chained to a wall. She didn't even have a bed. Being milked was a chain, but not much; staring at the same concrete wall every day.

She thought she was losing her mind, though it came differently than she had thought. Her mind simply stopped thinking. She shuffled from room to room with little emotion, her thoughts were limited, her interest in life diminishing.

The few men that acted as supervisors in the maternity center would come by the milking machines at times, select a woman who appealed to them, and fuck them from behind. Stephanie had been fucked from behind a number of times as the milking machine sucked her breasts dry. Strapped down, there was nothing she could do about it, so she simply lay there and let it happen. There was no way she could even turn and see who it was, so for the most part the men who fucked her during this time were never seen.

Being fucked was the high point of any day.

One day as she was being guided to the milking chamber in the morning, Stephanie's mind cracked. She suddenly bolted, screaming. She ran directly into a metal door with a clang, fell down and then ran for another door which was also closed; the impact also made a loud clang. She sat on the floor like a feral cat, hissing at the other women who were trying to calm her.

A male supervisor came and tried to calm Stephanie and get her to move into the milking room. Stephanie charged the man, hitting her head into his stomach. He grunted and fell down, then pulled out a small stun gun and stunned Stephanie. She fell to the ground and convulsed. When she finally stopped and was simply laying panting on the concrete, she was hauled away by two additional male guards that had shown up.

Stephanie had committed one of the cardinal sins of Malsi. She had attacked a male. She had tried to get away and she had attacked a male in the process. The details of the attack were fuzzy; it wasn't clear she was trying to escape. And she most certainly had not tried to kill the guard. But her actions were technically of the most severe infractions possible.

The governor of the maternity center made his decision the same day.

The next morning several guards came to the cell where Stephanie had been thrown. She had received no food or water and the room had no toilet. It stank of human waste and blood.

Stephanie's breasts hurt because she had not been milked in 24 hours, and there was a constant dribble of milk from her nipples.

The guards grabbed Stephanie and dragged her out, down the hall and into a large room where she was thrown against a thick wooden post, a building support. Sticking out from the vertical wood beam was a short horizontal beam, at approximately the location were Stephanie could seat her ass.

Not knowing what was going to happen to her, Stephanie began crying and pleading, explaining that she had simply snapped, that she would never do it again. That she was a good Malsi female, that she had given birth, had a child, given milk, served well...

Stephanie's wrists were fastened behind the post so she could not move away from it; she sat on the small wood outcropping. As she sat on the small wooden platform, dozens of women were brought it through several doors, all gathering around to look at Stephanie.  Where had she seen something like this before? When all the women were gather to see a woman tied in the center. For punishment. What was the punishment?

When the metal bracket went around her neck she realized what was happening.

It was a garrote. Stephanie was about to be executed, slowly strangled and the vertebrae of her neck ground and broken apart.

Stephanie screamed and struggled. Her legs were free and she kicked and flailed, but it was no use. The metal cuffs that held her arms behind the beam would not yield, and the metal collar around her neck was firm and prevented her from moving her head.

With little fanfare the crank of the neck press began to turn, the screw slowly pushing forward into Stephanie's neck. She felt the point pressing against her flesh, and screamed again, loudly. The device was moving so slowly, and yet so unyielding. The metal plate pressing the back of her neck advanced forward slowly, pushing her neck forward, the folds of her neck bulging over the metal collar that held her in place.

Stephanie's screams slowly reduced to a gurgle, the pressure on her neck and trachea becoming greater and greater. The pointed center in the middle of the plate behind her neck found a soft spot between vertebrae and was edging it's way between them, pressing them apart.

Stephanie continued flailing about, even though her screams had been reduced to gurgles and finally nothing. Silence. Once the pressure was enough to close off her trachea, no air came or went and there was no further noise. Stephanie's kicks and body struggles slowed. Her face was bright red, tongue protruding from her mouth, eyes wide open and staring. Urine flowed from between her legs and covered the small wood seat.

Her struggles slowed and turned into convulsive jerks.

"Stop! Release her! She is property of the Jackson compound and this execution has no right to proceed!"

The man turning the vice from behind Stephanie stopped, puzzled.

"The governor has--"

"The governor can not make decisions for another's property. She is our property and should have been returned to us after the birth. By keeping her and using her for milk production you have committed fraud. If you let this one die, you will also be guilty of theft!"

It was Mr. Jackson, her owner.

Stephanie was barely aware of the voices. She was no longer able to breathe and her head was pounding from lack of blood. Black spots in front of her eyes were expanding and soon she would lose all consciousness.

Slowly, the metal disk pressing her neck into the collar began to unscrew. She still could not take in any breath and the blood was not making it to her head. She would be dead before she was released.

Then the collar was unhooked and the blood suddenly pounded back into Stephanie's head. She dropped limp onto the ground and lay there for a few seconds before suddenly sucking in a breath.  Then another.

Suddenly she was breathing.

And she fainted.

When she awoke she was in the back of a van, chained to the side. The van was moving through the Malsi streets.

She had been rescued by Mr. Jackson and was being returned to the Jackson household.

She was going home.

Stephanie cried in relief and joy. The irony that she thought of her slave position at the Jackson compound as home didn't even occur to her.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Human Cattle, Part Five

Julie was dragged down a railed chute much like the one used for channeling the female breeders into their breeding pens on the other side. They left the breeding pens behind and Julie jogged along, being pushed and guided by the handler behind her. It was frightening, she had spent time becoming an animal, slowly losing her humanity in the holding and breeding pens. She was now a creature of routine, understanding little but the day to day events of eating, exercise, mating, and sleep.

The handler pushed her ahead and took a sharp turn at the end through an open gate and they were suddenly in view of the male holding pens.

It made sense that the males would have been held in pens similar to the females, but it was still a surprise. Several pens, each with about twenty males, could be seen. There was the same feeling troughs, the same gates, the same hay.

Julie managed to catch a glimpse of the male pens as she was shoved along, including observing the male bulls that were contained in the pens. She recognized a few of the males she had been mated with milling around inside the pens. In one of the pens, two of the males were fighting, grappling with each other. The rest of the males in that pen watched with interest, making grunting noises.

The look and feel of the male pens was very different from what she had experienced in the female pens.

In another of the male pens Julie saw a male that appeared to be mating with another male. He had mounted the male from behind and his hips were thrusting. The male on the bottom was on all fours, and he had another male underneath him. Julie had difficulty unraveling this scene, who had no idea that males would do this. And yet, she remembered all the times she had stimulated another woman and held them when in her own holding pen. It made sense the males would do something similar.

Julie was pushed along, past the male holding pens and toward the far end of the railed channel. At the end of the channel was an opening in a concrete wall. A door stood open, and Julie was pushed through as they left the outdoor pens and went back into the large building. The building was where she had originally been processed when entering Soylent Farms some weeks before. It was also where the slaughtering rooms were.

The smell of the building immediately struck Julie and she gagged and stumbled. It was the smell of sweat, blood, urine, feces, and who knows what else. Fear, perhaps.

Whatever was happening to Julie wasn't good and she was mentally preparing for the worst. Her best hope was that the end would be quick. She was meat. Her body would soon be cut into pieces and sold as a delicacy and eaten... by strangers. She was meat. She just didn't want to suffer.

Julie was shoved down a corridor, passing several doors as they went. One of the doors was open and she glanced inside. What she saw made her gag and stumble, almost fainting.

The room was a post-slaughter processing room. There were several women's bodies hanging from hooks in different states of being cut apart. Some of their bodies were split open, the bowels removed.

Julie gasped and whimpered, and started crying. The Soylent Farms tender that had the noose around her neck swore and shut the door to the room, cutting off her view. To himself, he said, "Dammit, those guys are supposed to keep the doors shut. No point spooking the cattle, makes my job harder." With a sharp jab from the cattle prod Julie was pushed through the door at the end of the corridor and entered a large abattoir.

There was noise all about. The sound of smoothly oiled motors and scraping metal mixed with occasional thumps and whumps and soft wet sounds that Julie tried not to think about.

All this was mixed with the human sounds of cries, screams, sobs, whimpers, shouts.

Julie's wrists were fastened behind her back, and she was shoved into a line with about ten girls ahead of her. They were in a narrow channel just barely wide enough to squeeze through. Julie tried to look ahead but the channel curved slightly and all she could see was several girls in front of her. They looked clean, which meant they were new. Probably just picked up off the street earlier in the day, and would be dead by evening, served on a platter the next day.

She didn't know it, having lost complete track of time, but Julie had been there for ten weeks.

Some of the girls ahead of her were resisting, crying and trying not to move forward. Cattle prods poked through the fencing on either side of the narrow channel kept the line moving along. Several other girls were moved into the channel behind Julie and she became part of the parade, just a line of cattle moving toward their slaughter.

As she rounded the corner she saw what was going to happen.

Ahead was a strange device. Two poles sticking up about ten feet into the air. A bracket at the bottom. A small table in front of the bracket, covered with blood.

Julie watched as the girl two ahead of her was taken, pushed down onto the table and had her head inserted into the bracket, which closed around her neck. She struggled the entire time, kicking and flailing about, her naked body slipping in the blood that covered the floor and the small table onto which she was pushed. But the instant the bracket closed around her neck a blade attached to the two wooden poles fell with a soft, squishy thunk.

The girl's body jerked slightly and was instantly still. Except a second after the blade fell the table tilted and the body rolled off the table onto a conveyor belt next to the contraption. The body had no head and lolled on the conveyor belt lifelessly.

It happened so quickly Julie didn't realize what had happened at first. When it sunk in, she screamed and lost bladder control, spraying her urine over her legs and the floor where it mingled with other body fluids from other girls.

The girl in front of her was being grabbed and while resisting, was pushed and strapped down to the small table quickly. Julie was at the front of the line and had a clear view of the process once again.

The girl's body was pushed onto the small table and a strap spread across her back, The strap was just attached with velcro, but this was enough to keep the girl's naked body in place for the few seconds the process would take. The girl was sobbing, and making a weak attempt at struggling.

Once secured, the table moved up slightly until the girl's head was positioned below the blade. The bracket was lowered until it encircled the girl's neck. The instant the bracket latched into place the blade dropped. Julie couldn't see it but the blade clearly sliced cleanly through the girl's neck, her head falling off and into something on the other side. Her body hardly moved. The sobbing ended suddenly.

After the blade fell, the device operator unzipped the velcro strap and kicked the table, which flipped up and dumped the newly beheaded body onto the conveyor belt, which landed with legs spread wide, dangling over the belt. It moved, following the previous body through a small opening into the next room.

And then it was Julie's turn. All she had wanted was a quick and painless end and this was exactly what she had asked for. Yet her body resisted. She screamed and pushed and tried to run away from this horrible, mechanical, heartless device. It availed her nothing. She was quickly pushed down onto the table and felt the strap go into place, holding her down, Because she had turned to run away, she was pushed onto the table face up instead of face down; a fact that didn't seem to matter to the Soylent operator.

She was shoved into place and saw the sharp blade above her neck. She had already let go of her bladder, now she let loose her bowels without realizing it. Her heart pounding, her lungs panting, she saw the operator's hand go to the bracket to lower it....

"Hey, Jake, I'm looking for a specific cow," a voice said.

The hand moved away from the bracket and Julie lay staring at the blade, granted a few second reprieve she didn't really want. Her heart was pounding and she wondered if when her head detached, if the heart would keep pounding like this and spray all over.

"Yeah? What?" came a rough voice.

"Cow from the breeding pens, guess her time to get bred was up so she got shipped here, but her last results just came in and she's preggers."

The two men looked at a paper as Julie stared at the blade above her, shaking. She wondered if her head would die immediately, or if she would be aware of it rolling around, and end up staring into some other girl's dead eyes.

"Breeder, huh? Well... Let's check the serial numbers..."

The men looked at a few of the girls in line for the branded serials. "None of these girls even have numbers, they are all new."

"That about the one on the table?" grunted the first voice.

Julie felt rough hands shoving her hips over to expose the branded number sequence on her ass.

"Yeah, this one's a breeder. Check the number.... yeah, this is the one. Just in time, too. She was about to get capped."

Julie almost fainted when the table was pulled back and the strap holding her body in place was undone while her head was still attached to her body. The two men jerked her into a standing position and Julie hardly noticed when the sobbing girl that was immediately behind her was placed on the table next. As Julie was led away from the slaughtering area, she heard the skidding metal noise of the blade descending and the soft squishy thump when it hit the bottom.

And so Julie was saved from becoming meat, at least for the moment. Because she was pregnant. There was something growing inside her belly.

Guided out of the slaughterhouse by the new Soylent tender, Julie trotted along, an obedient animal.

Her new home appeared to be a pen much like the one she had recently inhabited. It was a bit larger and there were about twenty women in it. All seemed to be in varying stages of pregnancy, some large and bloated, others not even showing yet like Julie.

She entered the pen and stopped suddenly, seeing the girl that she had originally been partners with in the breeding pens. This girl had been Julie's partner at night, keeping their bodies warm together and providing some human and sexual comfort, for about a week before she disappeared.

Even so, it excited Julie and she immediately went over to the girl, who recognized Julie and stood, embracing her. The ex-partner was showing quite clearly, and was probably about four months along. She had been pregnant when Julie had first cuddled with her, their naked bodies pressing together for human comfort in the filthy confines of the holding pens.

As soon as they embraced, another women, perhaps five or six months along, approached the two girls. She looked jealous and immediately pressed in to separate Julie and her ex. She put an arm around the ex in a protective manner, and it became immediately clear that she considered herself the girl's partner, not Julie.

Julie's ex shrugged apologetically and waved a kiss to Julie before being led off by the new girlfriend.

Julie sighed and sat in the corner, alone in the strange pen.

The days in the spawning pens were a bit different, as there was no breeding activity. Julie and the girls were given slop to eat once a day. They were forced to exercise once a day as well, just as in the old holding pens. They ran around and were forced to do various exercises in spite of the fact they were growing larger each day, their distended bellies making exercise harder as their pregnancies advanced.

One difference with the spawning pen was the presence of a sort of toilet. It wasn't actually a toilet, more of hole in the ground that led to the sewer pipes. The girls could head over there and squat, aiming their urine and feces into the hole. It made the pen significantly cleaner than the breeder's holding pens.

After a few weeks Julie encountered a new girl that had been thrust into the spawning pen. Julie was more attractive than most of the women there, and this new girl was attractive as well. They became lovers immediately, pairing up and spending nights together. Lesbian relationships had become immediate and normal for Julie. When the only people you saw, and the only people that treated you well were other women, then lesbianism seemed perfectly normal.

Once a week the women were herded into a channel similar to the breeding process before. Except this time, they were pushed into small pens that were used to do brief physical exams. They were weighed, blood samples taken, and they had their vaginas expanded with a speculum for examination. The process was usually quick, taking only a few minutes. The were prodded and shoved and treated like the animals they were. Their bodies were not their own.

Weeks turned into months and Julie's stomach grew. Every couple of weeks one of the women would show signs of going into labor. When this happened, Soylent tenders would come and prod the woman out of the holding pens. She disappeared and would not be seen again.

Julie wondered if these women were allowed to be with their children after giving birth. She also wondered what happened to the children. But she couldn't ask. There was no way to find out. For all she knew, the women were slaughtered after giving birth.

She had only been in the breeding holding pens for ten weeks. As a pregnant cow, she was held in the spawning pens for several months as her stomach grew with the child inside. She and her new partner had sex regularly, and spent the nights with legs and arms tangled together. Their sizable bellies kept them from cuddling too close but they found ways.

Julie found herself losing language. She still could read the words painted on the concrete wall next to the pens, "NO TALKING". But none of the other cows talked, and she learned not to talk. Her mind began to deteriorate, simply living day to day, coping with the simplicity of life as a cow at Soylent Farms. She really didn't have to think. She simply stayed in the pens, went along when she was herded, and focused on her physical comfort as much as she could.

One day Julie's ex-girlfriend from the first week in the breeding pens began to moan, laying on her side and holding her swollen belly. The moans quickly became screams. Blood flowed from between her legs.

After a few minutes tenders entered the pens and dragged the girl away. The screams faded and were silenced after a short time. It was the last time Julie saw her.

After seven months, Julie had been with her current sex partner in the pens longer than any other person. It was longer even than her boyfriend from before being taken as meat, though she barely remembered that life. So when her partner started having cramps and her water broke, Julie was in a panic. She didn't want the woman she had slept with every night for the last seven months taken away.

It didn't matter.

The men came and prodded Julie away. She tried to hang on to her girlfriend but the prods were strong, strong enough they knocked her onto her back and she convulsed.

She came to, and felt the cramps coming in her own stomach. The shocks and fall had forced her into labor as well. She moaned and crawled into a corner, but the cramps came in waves, hurting, and eventually the handlers came for her.

She fought against them, though she didn't know why. They dragged her off, away from the spawning pen.

The next hour was a blur. She found herself pushed into a room with several other pregnant women, all of whom were in some stage of labor. Initially she sat in a row with other women, moaning as the cramps waved over her, then relaxing when the pain subsided. The other women waiting went through similar waves of cramping and moaning. When it got too bad a woman might fall off the bench she was sitting on and lay on the floor, legs spread, panting and crying.

A Soylent Farms tender in a green uniform came in and shoved his hand up the vagina of a woman on the floor, then waved in some other handlers.

"This one's about to pop."

They hauled her into another room.

When the cramps hit Julie hard enough she slowly sank off the bench onto her knees. A Soylent tender in blue shoved his gloved hand up her cunt, felt around, and then called the other tenders.

Julie was taken to another room where she was strapped down to a hard metal "bed". Her legs were strapped down and spread wide. Several male Soylent tenders stood around and watched her as she moaned and screamed from the contractions of childbirth.

She finally began pushing; she couldn't help it. The pain was horrible, there was no doctor there, and she was strapped down immobile. She had somehow hoped there would be a pain killer, but there was nothing. Not even a nurse in attendance, just several tenders in blue outfits, watching her writhe on the table, alone.

When the baby began to come out, Julie pushed and pushed and one of the attendants came over and grabbed it, helping it out.

When it was finally out, the attendants worked on it some, cutting the cord and cleaning up from the mess of body fluids.

Julie lay crying, still strapped to the table, unable to see the baby. She heard it crying as it left the room, and that was the last she heard of it. She never learned its sex, what racial mix it was, nothing. It was simply gone. She had done her job in bearing the child and giving birth to it. Her job was now done.

She sobbed on the table, slowly recovering. After an hour or so she was unstrapped and led out of the room. She could barely walk. Taken to a room with actual beds, she was guided to a specific bed and had her ankle chained to the end. She lay down, discovering the bed was metal with a thin layer of cloth over it, and collapsed.

A tender came over and gave her three shots in her ass, each of which hurt a lot. Julie fell asleep on the metal bed for the next twelve hours. One day of rest after she gave birth was all she would get.

The next day Julie discovered what happened to the women at Soylent Farms just after they gave birth.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Human Cattle, Part Four

The pattern of being a breeding female at Soylent farms changed about five days later.

Each day Julie was herded into individual breeding pens in the morning, and again in the afternoon. It was on the 6th day that she was mated with the same man or a second time.

The male was a muscular (they were all muscular) male with sandy brown curly hair and a kind face. He had fucked Julie gently the first time, something that was a bit unusual. She was used to being taken roughly, pounded until the guy released his semen, then left.

This guy had taken her, it was clear he was driven to like all the rest of the males, but was kind and handled her gently. Afterward, he wrote something in the thin layer of dirt on the floor. His name. "Manny".  Julie wrote her own name next to it. "Julie". He nodded at her.  Then the male entrance door was opened and he left.

Both knew better than to speak, but that small effort to identify themselves as human, with their names, made a huge impact on Julie. Two days later, eight days into her residence as a human breeding cow, Julie was mated with Manny again. He entered the breeding pen, cock raging, and stopped abruptly when he saw Julie.

Julie lay back, spreading her legs and reaching her arms out to Manny, inviting him. For the first time in her life she accepted a male inside her instead of simply submitting to rape. The fucked, and Julie felt a hint of what sex with a male might have been had she not been sold as human meat.

They kissed afterward, then parted, Manny exiting through his door.

Instead of the female door opening, a Soylent Farms tender entered, lifted Julie up and roughly jabbed her arm, causing her to bleed. He had taken a small blood sample, after which the female door opened and Julie returned with others to the holding pen.

Upon returning Julie looked for her companion, the girl she slept with each night for warmth and a bit of human contact. The cute girl that had shared warmth with Julie for several nights and had experimented in the only pleasure available to the girls in this place wasn't there.

Julie waited, watching the girls as they returned from the breeding pens. Her companion never returned. She simply... was gone.

Late that night Julie cried alone, missing the girl that had provided the only comfort in this horrible cattle farm.

A set of two girls that had been cuddling off to the side of the pen motioned Julie to join them. She did, moving over and snuggling in. The three girls didn't have sex but did hold each other, sharing warmth.

The next day, after first breeding session, the pen doors opened and four new girls entered. Julie realized that her companion had not been the only girl to disappear, simply not returning from the breeding sessions. The new girls that were shoved into the pen were replacements.

They were dripping wet, having just gone through the power wash that Julie remembered. Three of them darted to the sides of the pen, afraid and cautious. One girl, a pretty dark blond that was rather skinny compared to the rest of the girls, shouted obscenities to the workers that had shoved her inside the pen, and then approached other girls.

Other cows shied away from this girl. She was acting too aggressively, and kept trying to talk. "How long have you been here?"... "What is going to happen to us?" ... "What's your name, mine is Simone..."

Girls tried to tell her, pointing to the painted concrete wall with the words "NO TALKING". Simone shrugged it off and rejected it. "Has anyone tried to escape? If we get together, we can take those guards!"

She was whispering, but the other women refused to respond, having some experience with what happened when you talked or didn't cooperate.

The next day the girls left for morning breeding. Julie was once again forced to give a blood sample after mating with a new male, then returned to the pens. Simone huddled in the corner, trying to wipe semen from her cunt, using bits of straw to clean herself out. She was muttering angrily, "I will never allow them to rape me again. Never. I am going to escape if these people help or not."

Simone spotted Julie and approached her. She whispered low but clearly, "why do you let them do this? Let's get several girls together, we can stop them. We can take a cattle prod from them. If we work together we can escape! Don't you want to?"

Julie pulled away and joined her group of two other women, huddling with them, frightened by this new girl that would cause them all to end up in the slaughterhouse.

Later that day the gate opened and a single new girl was pushed into the pens, dripping wet, pink skin from hot water and a terrified look on her face. She was tall with long dark hair, thin but with large breasts. Julie rose to comfort her silently, but Simone approached the tender and tried to grab the prod from him.

Julie ran away, not wanting to be close to Simone or the tender. She dragged the new girl with her.

Simone managed to get hold of the prod, which was attached to a belt around the tender's waist, and tried to turn it against the tender. She shoved it in, expecting the tender to jerk and fall to the ground.

Nothing happened. The tender simply looked at Simone, grabbed the cattle prod and turned it around. Pressed against Simone a powerful shock was released, causing the thin girl to convulse and drop to the ground. The tender continued to press the prod against her on the ground, and Simone continued to convulse, shaking and foaming at the mouth. There was the slight scent of burning flesh in the air before the guard released the poor girl and walked out, closing the gate behind him.

Simone lay on the ground, but none of the other girls would go near her. She moaned, drooled, and slowly came around, crawling to the side of the pen.

Julie spent the night with the new girl, cuddling her close, and even kissed her gently. The girl was surprised, but any human contact was welcome in this place, and she accepted the kiss.

The next day the gates opened for the morning mating. Julie obediently moved through the gates to the narrow channel that led to the mating pens, but Simone hung back, refusing to enter. Julie ignored her and went to a mating pen and lay on her back for the male who turned out to be a large black man with a monster cock that made Julie bleed.

He didn't ejaculate quickly, grabbed Julie's feet and shoved them all the way up so she was stretched open as far as she could go, and had to keep thrusting for nearly ten minutes before finally depositing a load of semen inside Julie. It was the most painful of the breeding sessions she had experienced so far.

After the ritual daily blood test, Julie waddled back to the holding pen, her cunt sore and even bleeding a bit from her morning mating session. As passed through the open gain into the rectangular pen she stopped and looked in shock.

Simone was there. Hanging above the pen, her feet about eight feet above the ground. Her wrists were tied together tightly and she was hanging from a pole that extended above the holding pen.

Except her arms didn't look right. She was leaning forward slightly, panting in short, quick breaths as if in pain. Her arms seemed to be behind her, and her shoulders looked twisted and out of place... and there was a large weight hanging from her feet.  Julie could just reach up and touch the bottom of the metal ball where it hung below Simone.

Simone's arms had been tied behind her back before the guards had lifted her up. She was hanging from her arms, her shoulders twisted and dislocated. She had been made an example of.

Julie had no doubt they had made an example of Simone. Normally they would simply have carried an uncooperative girl to the abattoir and convert her to meat. Instead, Simone had been hung up above the holding pens for all to see, to suffer.

Simone tried to speak but was obviously in incredible pain where she hung. The weight on her ankles had pulled her down in addition to the weight of her body, and her shoulders were twisted and disjointed and she could hardly breathe. She cried slightly, whimpering, but the low keening noise she made was all she could muster because she couldn't breathe in more than just a tiny bit.

Several girls in the pen moved away, huddling as far away from the suffering Simone as they could. A couple of girls seemed to shrug their shoulders and not care, as if to say, "she was stupid and deserved this".

Julie huddled with the new girl, and showed her how to fend for her food when the slop appeared in the trough.

Simone slowly dangled above them, swinging back and forth in the breeze, as Julie and the new girl knelt and fed at the slop, hungrily.

The learned it was dangerous to stay below the hanging girl, for she let loose with urine or feces at random times for the next day or so.

That night Julie showed the new girl how to lay together with arms and legs wrapped, and to insert one finger into each other and rub until they felt the pleasure of orgasm. It was the only real pleasure left to the human cows.

Julie's new friend was hesitant to engage in sexual pleasure at first. She had clearly never been with a woman, and had never thought of herself as lesbian. But now... in this place of horrors. It was literally the only good thing about the place. Male sexual encounters were rough, painful, frequent and unpleasant. At night most of the women held each other close for comfort and warmth, and it was natural that they also begin to engage in touching in other pleasurable ways.

So it was that by the second day Julie was having sex with her new companion. They both were filled with semen from the day's matings with males, which rendered their pussies rather wet.

Julie, who after only a week and a half was the expert at lesbian sex, introduced scissoring and grinding their pussies together. As they ground together, stimulating each other and slowly working their way to orgasm, the semen in both their pussies oozed out and lubed their flesh.

The new girl took to this easily, and some of the other women watched and later tried it.

All the girls had constantly wet pussies from the buckets of semen that were deposited daily. It seemed the just as they had drained the last bit they went into the breeding pens for another load of semen. It was virtually useless trying to keep their crotches and inner thighs clean. Most of the women didn't try.

Simone continued to dangle above the pen, her arms twisted out of shape, her breathing labored.

After the first day she no longer defecated or urinated.

On the second day she was breathing but no longer moved or made noise. Her body just swayed in the wind. It was clear she was alive and in pain, but she was growing weaker. Her arms, especially her shoulders, had taken on a purple-black hue, as if all blood had been cut off and they were dying or dead before the rest of her body.

The third day Simone was still. The breeze still moved her body back and forth, but there were no signs of life. She appeared to have died hanging above the pen, watching the activities of the other human breeding cattle below her.

The fourth day Simone's body was clearly dead. Her legs turned purplish blue, from the blood settling downward when the heart stopped beating. Her body remained as a reminder and lesson to the other cows, including new ones that were added daily to replace cows that were removed from the breeding stock.

Simone's body began to smell on the fifth day.

Thankfully, on the seventh day, the body of the dead cow was removed.

Julie had no sense of time any more. She had all but forgotten her life before coming to the farms. Her new life was being bred, surviving the pens, eating slop, and being a companion to her new girlfriend. They had sex at least twice a day now, more out of boredom than anything else. The girl's day consisted of sleeping, fighting for and eating the limited amount of slop that was provided, breeding, exercise time, the second breeding time, once again fighting for slop, and then sleep.

Sex with her companion was usually before the sleeping time, and in the morning after first breeding.

A number of days into her new life Julie encountered the large, rough black male again.

It was worse the second time with this male. He took her twice, in a very short period of time. The first time he shoved her down onto the ground and forced her legs apart, mounting her in the missionary position. He came slowly, and had to ram his huge member over and over again in order to get the semen to spurt out.

The male door didn't open immediately and the black male lay back against the wall of the mating pen, panting from exhaustion, stroking his cock.

Julie, grunting in pain from having her vagina stretched and torn from the violent rape, crawled to the corner and sat down, recovering.

After a few minutes the male got up and came over. Julie held up her hands in protest, trying to push him away. She was torn and bleeding, the blood mixing with a remarkably large amount of cum draining from her stretched cunt. The male ignored Julie's attempts to stop a second rape, and simply grabbed her, lifting her with both hands and rolling over so she sat on top of him. He settled her down on his cock again, and began pounding even harder than ever.

Julie cried out in pain from the violent thrusting of the huge cock.

The male just kept going, holding her hips in place, forcing himself deep inside.

The male door opened and a tender came in, but stood watching the violent fucking still going on in the breeding pen. He seemed amused by Julie's distress and admiring of the bull's cock size and violent style.

When the bull finally ejaculated into Julie a second time, he left his cock inside her as she collapsed on his sweaty body, coping with the pain that seemed to swath her entire lower body. She was crying quietly.

Finally the bull rolled her off of him, got up and left the pen. The tender took a blood sample from Julie where she lay on the floor. A few minutes later the female's door opened and Julie slowly crawled out, unable to walk.

Julie's companion was already in the holding pen and showed concern for the girl. Julie simply lay in the corner. Blood and semen smeared the inside of her thighs and legs. There was no sex that night or for two nights later.

It was perhaps three weeks later that Julie's new companion failed to return from a breeding session. She knew this was expected. Someday it would be her turn to not return from the breeding pens. No one knew what happened to girls that didn't return. It was bit like dying. Girls just weren't there one day. They had passed over.

Still Julie cried by herself when her companion didn't return. In fact, looking around the pen, almost all the girls that had been in the pen when Julie arrived were gone now. They were all new. Julie and one other girl were the most "senior" cows there. She knew it would be her time soon, very soon.

In the back of her mind she thought that on the other side was an afterlife and she might meet and be with some of the girls she had known and had sex with during her time in the pens. Or... it might be hell on the other side. Suffering and death.

Two days later, Julie traveled to a mating pen for the morning mating. She entered and waited on her back for the male breeder, legs spread.

When the male's door opened, it wasn't a male breeder. It was a Soylent Farms tender. The tender slipped a handling collar over Julie's neck and lifted her up.

Shocked at the change of routine, Julie resisted and was jabbed with the cattle prod. She jerked and screamed, fell to her knees but then rose to stagger after the tender as he dragged her from the breeding pen, out through the male door.

Julie was finding out what happened to the girls that never returned.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Human Cattle, Part Three

The sun reached its zenith, beating down on the naked women in the pen. Julie had wandered around a bit, but there was nothing to do in the pen and most of the women were afraid to talk. She found at least three women with missing tongues, and the message was clear. Talk, and have your tongue removed.

Julie had no illusions that if her tongue was removed, it would end up behind the glass of a deli case within a day or so, and be eaten by someone within the week.

But the urge to communicate in some way was overwhelming and she whispered to a few of the women that wandered naked with her in the pen.

"How long have you been here?"

"Five days."  "I don't know.. maybe.. two weeks?"  "Three days." "Not long. I've lost track."

It was apparent that no one had been in the pens for more than a few weeks. Julie wondered what happened to the girls that left.

Suddenly the large gate was opened to the side. The naked women shuffled over to it and entered, as before. Julie steeled herself for another rape. Her cunt was sore and she was not looking forward to it.

Instead, the girls were released into a field with high fences to prevent escape, but otherwise there was room to move. Wandering out into the field with wonder, Julie stared and walked. They were being given freedom.

Until the girls were herded into a group and the cattle prods forced them to move forward, faster and faster. One girl fell and was trampled by other girls trying to get away. Most of the girls simply ran, moving in a clockwise direction along the fenced perimeter of the field.

Julie joined them but eventually slowed. There were only so many cattle prods, and she didn't see the point of running aimlessly.

As she stood away from the fence observing other girls jogging by, two men came up to her and grabbed her. She fought, and was hit with an electric shock from a stun gun. Her body jerked and fell to the ground with a grunt, and while she was still recovering the two men put a harness around her chest and breasts.

Julie tried to get her legs under her and help while she was dragged to a small truck that was standing in the compound. Her chest harness was hooked to the back of the truck and it took off. Julie only just had time to get moving before she would have been jerked off her feet and dragged behind the truck.

The truck was moving faster than a jog, slower than a full run. Julie had to keep going. Falling would mean being dragged, and the ground beneath her bare feet was dirt and rocks. She would be flayed alive.

So she ran. After a few minutes she was panting, exhausted from keeping up with the truck. She was young, still a teenager and fit, but the truck was simply going too fast and never stopped. Julie's lungs began burning and her legs felt weak, the muscles burning as well. The exhaust from the truck didn't help either, making the air stink and removing precious oxygen that she needed to keep running.

The truck passed other women who were jogging more slowly, their naked bodies glistening with a light sweat, moving along the side fencing of the field. Julie was being forced to run much faster than the other women. She gasped out, calling and begging for mercy, forgetting the "No Talking" rule.

The truck speeded up slightly, and she got the message. She stopped begging and concentrated on breathing and keeping up behind the truck. The harness around her chest bit into her flesh and squeezed her breasts uncomfortably, but that was the least of her problems.

To the side the herd of twenty or so girls had stopped running and were doing some in place exercises. They bent, lifted legs, did push-ups and stood and strange positions that looked very fatiguing. Julie caught only a glimpse of them because she was pulled along behind the truck and it was everything she could do to keep up.

Julie tripped, almost fell. She managed to get her feet under her, though they were hurting badly, torn and bleeding from running just to keep up. Her left foot stepped on a large sharp rock that seemed to tear a hole in the sole of her foot and she began limping, though limping slowed her down and she forced herself to ignore the pain.

They passed another girl who was tied to the back of a small truck, heading the other way. Julie was not the only one. She watched as this girl tripped and fell and was dragged on the ground. Her bare flesh slid along the ground, over dirt and rocks as the girl screamed, trying to get back up but unable to. The truck did not stop.

The girl was dragged away and Julie redoubled her efforts to keep going behind her own truck. Her lungs felt like they were on fire and were going to explode, her legs felt like they had been doused in acid, and there was a pain in her side worse than any she had ever felt.

She suddenly ran into the back of the truck, Wham!  It had stopped and she hadn't realized. The impact knocked her back onto the ground, where she lay, panting and recovering.

Julie had learned a valuable lesson. This was the exercise yard, and she had to exercise there or face the consequences.

Her harness removed, Julie was dragged to the herd of girls. Men with whips and prods were forcing exercises on the girls. Naked bodies bent and strained in bizarre ways and the sound of grunting and panting filled the air.

Julie joined in, exhausted but still trying her best. Her legs shook with weakness and strain, barely able to hold her body up. She nearly fainted doing squats but kept going.

Finally a loud buzzer sounded and the cattle prods pushed the herd of breeder girls back toward the gate and the pens. Julie staggered back and when they got to the pen, she collapsed in the corner.

The girl she had cuddle with for warmth the night before came over and looked at her sympathetically, and lay down next to her. Julie felt a tiny bit of comfort from the girl's naked body pressing against hers.

A few hours later the buzzer sounded again, and the gate opened. The herd rose and headed down to the breeding pens. This time Julie knew what was going to happen and prepared herself mentally.

There was no escaping it, so when the male suddenly appeared at the other end of the breeding pen Julie lay down on her back, spread her legs and let the man mount her. She realized that to refuse or be uncooperative would result in her being executed for meat.

It was a different male, still a handsome and well muscled man, though shorter and a bit gentler than the first that had taken Julie in the morning. Like the man before, this one had a raging, rock hard erection as soon as he appeared, and ejaculated a large amount of semen into Julie's cunt.

When it was over, she curled up in a corner. The male went over to the other corner, idly standing and stroking his cock. He looked like he might come over and try to mount Julie again, but the mating session ended before he could. The male left through is door, Julie through her door and back down the narrow alleyway to her pen.

Slop and water had been added to the troughs and Julie immediately went to get her share. She didn't have to fight as hard this time, she apparently had gained some respect from earlier in the morning when she had fought her way to gain food. The other nude females parted and allowed her a small space to get in to the troughs.

The evening came soon after. Julie was exhausted from the day's events, her muscles hurting terribly.

The woman she had cuddled with for warmth the day before came to her and the two lay down together. She was a shorter girl, skinny but muscular, perhaps 20 years old with long dark hair. Her cute round face was in contrast to her skinny, hard muscled body.

Once the sun went down it got cold quickly, and the two girls shared their body heat. There were pairs and clusters of other women throughout the pen that did the same.

There was no talk, and nothing in the pen except hay, dirt and the women. As a result, when boredom set in the women played with each other. Apparently this came naturally given the circumstances and Julie watched as several pairs or groups of young girls touched each other, kissing, running fingers across bodies, and eventually finding intimate areas.

As Julie watched the other female cows as they lay in the hay, she felt the girl next to her reach her fingers out and slide them along Julie's stomach. Julie reacted suddenly, jerking away. She was inexperienced, had never had sex until that day, and had never, ever considered sexual contact with another woman.

Her partner edged away, looking sad and offended.

Julie felt terrible. This other girl was the closest thing to a friend she had, and she had just insulted her. Here in the Soylent Farms breeding pens, life was different. They were animals now, and behaving like animals might be the most adaptive way to survive.

Julie moved to her naked partner and reached out, taking the girl's hand and placing it on her stomach.

The girl smiled and moved the hand down between Julie's legs, her fingers massaging and spreading the flesh gently, searching and exploring the folds for the right spots. Julie let the stimulation take her, spread her legs slightly and closed her eyes. No one else had ever touched her down there, not even the men that had recently penetrated her, and once she accepted it, it felt good. She began to understand what sex was about, the pleasure it could bring.

It was a few minutes later that Julie's orgasmic moans joined those of other women in the pens.

Once Julie had finished and was laying contentedly in her partner's arms, the girl took Julie's hand and slid it onto her thigh. Julie did her best, never having touched a girl before, sliding her fingers down to the wet softness and rubbing the most sensitive spot. She felt a lot better when her partner moaned, arched her muscled back and clearly enjoyed.

They kissed when it was over, then settled down for the night in each other's arms.

The next day was a complete duplicate of the first. Slop feeding after dawn. A fight broke out between two other girls, and one of them was taken away. They were taken for a breeding session and Julie was fucked for the third time, by the third male. It seemed like it was to be a different male every time. She was slowly learning to take it without resisting.

There were exercises at noon, this time Julie didn't resist and simply ran and exercised with the others; it was exhausting and her muscles were aching from the ordeal the day before, but it was easier than risking being dragged behind the truck. When she returned to the holding pen she collapsed. It was strange... she was beginning to think of this pen as her home.

The afternoon breeding session was with yet another male (all the males seemed to be good looking and strong, with hard, permanent erections). Slop feeding happened when they got back.

Then there were evening cuddles, a bit of sex with her partner (this time the girl actually inserted fingers into Julie), followed by kisses, cuddles and sleep. The female sex part seemed very strange to Julie though she was accepting it. She had never even thought of having sex with a woman and yet here she was, actually engaging in it. It felt natural, perhaps because every vestige, every remnant of her life as a socialized human being had been stripped from her.

And the sex she had with her partner was in the open, in front of twenty other people, yet it didn't matter. They were all animals there, reduced to fulfilling their basic needs without social structure or embarrassment.

This was to be Julie's existence now.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Sold Into Slavery: The Agony of Motherhood

Stephanie had never been so filled with semen in her life. She had no idea she was capable of allowing that many men penetrate her in so many ways. Anus, cunt, mouth, between her breasts, between her ass cheeks, under her chin, between her thighs. Some days she came back to the dorms so covered in semen her entire body was slippery with it, then later crusty.

The evening shower became critical.

Stephanie found herself vomiting constantly. Part of it was morning sickness, but part of it was the parade of truly disgusting males that she was subject to servicing.

Many of the men were fat, incredibly overweight beasts, hairy and smelly. She did her job as best she could, accepting them and making them think she was enjoying the sex. If nothing else, she stayed still and allowed them to do what they wished, and showed no disgust.

It was very difficult to show no emotion some of the time. Some of the males she serviced were hideously ugly or deformed. If she showed displeasure or any sign that she was not cooperating, she was punished, so she did her best. Even so, she was punished periodically.

Punishment could be any number of things at the Maternity Center.

In the early stages of pregnancy, almost any punishment was allowed. Stephanie saw a woman riding a wooden pony, rocking back and forth in agony. Stephanie had seen this punishment before, and shuddered. It was a prolonged punishment that would take hours at a minimum, and could last days. After two or three days of rocking back and forth on the thin wood plank of the pony, the cunt of the victim would be swollen, bruised, bleeding. There was no sleeping when riding the pony, so a woman punished in this manner would end up collapsing when finally returned to the dorms.

Stephanie avoided the pony and the other nastiest of punishments, crucifixion. She knew of the practice but was surprised when she saw women in the maternity center tied and strapped to the cross, hanging for days at a time. The agony of crucifixion at the maternity center was several fold.

First, the muscles of the arms and then shoulders would stretch and cramp. The cramping became worse over the hours hanging, until the woman was sobbing and the pain swathed her entire body down to her hips.

The frustration of being tied up on display and not being able to move was mind-numbing, as well. Flies would gather over the sweating flesh of the crucifixion victim, and there was no way to get rid of them. They would enter ears, nose, mouth and eyes, causing itching and irritation that had no resolution.

The worst punishment was a crucifixion Stephanie had not even imagined; the poor girl had been tied with her arms stretched out as usual, but her ankles had been pulled up to be tied to the crosspiece next to her wrists. The resulting tearing and stretching of the groin muscles caused the girl's screams to be heard throughout the building.

The stench of the punishment room was horrible, as well. Urine, feces and vomit fell to the floor from the slaves that were being disciplined. While these body fluids were washed away, the smell remained.

Stephanie had three visits to the punishment room due to failures in properly serving the stream of defective males that were the maternity ward's users. Often these failures were actually a male's inability to achieve an erection due to age or infirmity. However, in the maternity center, this was considered a failure on the girl's part. A failure to properly arouse and service a male.

The first time Stephanie was punished she was the victim of the needle torture. In this procedure, she was strapped to a chair and her fingers tied so they were splayed out and could not move.

Her nipples were then tied with thread and tied to the board in front of her. This process actually caused a lot of pain, her nipple reacting sensitively to the tight pinching of the thread. Tears came to Stephanie's eyes as she accepted the pain, waiting for the actual punishment to begin.

Once secured and with tears already trickling down her cheeks, an attendant (another pregnant woman in a privileged position) then inserted several needles under each of her fingernails. The pain was serious, and while she didn't scream at first Stephanie did cry out and was sobbing by the time the needles were removed and she was returned to the dorms.

The second time she received punishment for failure to satisfy a male, she had been stretched between two posts and whipped by one of the other women. It was considered especially humiliating to be punished by another one of the women; being selected to dole out punishment was considered a reward and sign of favor.

The single tail bullwhip had cut across her back cutting thin slices into her flesh like a knife. Her screams jerked from her lungs against her will as the searing pain cut across her back. She had screamed many times back at the Jackson compound, but it had been some time since she had been punished so severely. It came as a reminder of just how severely failures could be punished in Malsi.

The third punishment was another whipping. Stephanie was hung by her wrists and received a very typical whipping. It wasn't bad at all, and Stephanie was grateful for that punishment. There was a time when such a punishment would have been inconceivable for Stephanie; that kind of pain was simply not a part of her life. Since coming to Malsi punishments were so common and painful, a simple whipping was actually a relief.

There were other abuses that occurred in the maternity center, making sure the women were in line and knew their place. Stephanie was routinely instructed to pee in her own food bowl before the evening meal was served. She then had to eat her urine soaked meal from her dish.

Stephanie continued to grow in size, her stomach swelling with the bred offspring inside her. She could feel it moving, and it moved when she was being fucked.

Fucking when heavily pregnant became logistically harder. There were fewer positions, but she could still lay on her back with knees to the side, or stay on all fours when a male mounted her from behind. She wondered how long this would go on, if she would be fucked by defective men right up to the moment that she gave birth.

The answer came when she was about seven months along. Stephanie was rounded up with the other women at the same stage of pregancy and moved to a different area of the building.

Here, the women were lined up and lectured on their responsibilities.

"All of you are first time mothers. You should know your responsibilities, but we will instruct you on your current stage in the pregnancy process." The woman lecturing was an older matron, tough and strict. She had finished having babies years ago and was now running this wing of the maternity center.

"Each of you have become heavy with milk and large with child. Your size makes servicing males problematic, your milk is a valuable resource that will now be harvested."

The woman walked up and down the line of naked pregnant girls.

"For the next few months you will spend one hour a day, twice a day, in the dairy. Here you will be milked and your milk sent out to feed babies where ever they are."

Stephanie rose her hand to ask a question, a dangerous move in the Maternity Center. "Excuse me, miss? What happens to our babies? Won't we be allowed to feed them?"

The matron looked at Stephanie as if she had just put on clown face and sung the Malsi national anthem backward.

"Uh... oh, you are the outsider. You have not been properly educated I see. I will provide you with a book on the process, since you are one of the few women that can read. You will be tested on the process of childbirth and rearing tomorrow." The matron continued to pace.

"The short answer is that your child will be taken from you when it is born. If male, it will be returned to your household for raising by the wives, or placed in a suitable home for a male child. If female, it will be sent to a rearing center for females."

"Excuse me... matron... where will we be if the child is sent back to our households? Are we not... to return with them?"

Stephanie was trying to grasp the new concept that in Malsi mothers were not allowed to keep their children. She had a maternal instinct to the child she was carrying and didn't want to give it up.

The matron scowled. "Too many questions. I will answer you but you will also be punished for interrupting. No, most women do not return with their children. They remain here or at another dairy facility, delivering milk."

Stephanie was in tears. They were going to take her baby, and she would never see it again. The wife at the Jackson household had also promised she would return after she had the baby and now the matron was saying she would have to stay and be a... dairy cow???

"But, ma'am, can I not return--"

"Enough! I warned you! Ilsa! Take this one and crucify her!"

"Please! No! NO! Please, no, no, don't, it will hurt the baby!" Stephanie cried as she was dragged off to the punishment room.

"No, it won't. Hang on the cross for a while and contemplate what it means to be obedient!"

Stephanie was dragged from the room, screaming. The other girls looked away, unwilling to participate in what was happening. There was nothing they could do anyway.

Stephanie was taken to the fetid punishment room and her wrists secured above her. She continued to cry and beg, but it availed nothing. She was whipped, hard, with a single tail whip. This was strictly  in preparation of her punishment, though, it was not the punishment itself.

When she had received a dozen strokes and her back and breasts were burning, Stephanie was forced down onto a wooden cross that lay on the floor. Her body, bloated by pregnancy, lay there like a mountain of flesh.

Her wrists were rapidly tied in place with a secure tie she would never get out of  and her ankles were also tied with her knees bent at an angle.

The cross was then heaved up by two strong men, lifting Stephanie up. Her body slid down the cross as she went up into the upright position, and her entire weight suddenly yanked on her wrists and shoulders. Her arms stretched out and she slid forward, hanging out and away from the cross a bit, her arms behind her. She managed to pull her body back until it bumped on the cross behind her, and there she hung, her knees bent at an odd angle.

Stephanie sobbed on the cross. She understood Malsi well enough now that she knew there was nothing she could do but endure. She had endured before, and she could get through this.  She had no choice, after all.

Her baby moved inside her stomach as she hung there. Flies immediately covered her face. She urinated on the floor. Cramping set in across her shoulders and slowly crept wider and wider. Every once in a while a male would come buy and play with her exposed cunt. One man shoved his fist up inside of her, grinning at her screams and saying only, "My fist is smaller than the baby that will soon pop out. Get used to it, bitch."

Stephanie spent a day on the cross; not as long as it could have been. Some girls had spent three days on the cross. They were fed and watered, of course, but the strain on their bodies was horrible and they took time to recover afterward.

When Stephanie was finally cut down she collapsed on the ground. None of the muscles in her body would move. Her hands were in the shape of claws and wouldn't flex or move.

She didn't need to recover. For what came next, she didn't have to move.

Stephanie was dragged down the hall and into a room with about ten women in it. They were all affixed to metal racks that held them in place, and Stephanie was dragged to one of these racks. Straps were placed on her legs, ankles, wrists and neck as she was draped over the metal rack. Her breasts hung down before her. She didn't have milk yet, though she had shown preliminary signs of the milk coming in.

Two tubes were brought over to Stephanie, with elongated suction cups on each. They made a hissing noise of air being sucked in.

Her breasts were greased and the suction tubes placed on each breast over the nipple. The suction pulled the soft breast tissue and nipple into the tube. The tube stayed attached to the soft flesh.

Unable to move, Stephanie simply lay against the metal rack as the milking machine was attached to her. The whole process took only a minute to set up.

The attendant flipped a switch and the milking suction began to alternate between breasts. Hisss... suck... hisss... suck... hisss... suck... hisss... suck. Back and forth, each breast being sucked into the vacuum tube and then released.

Stephanie's milk had not come in yet. She lay there in the bracket, being milked even though she was dry. It hurt. The constant sucking, pulling of her nipples made them especially sensitive and irritated. The insides of her breasts ached at the demand for milk they were unable, as yet, to give.

The women were only milked during the day. When night came they were released and returned to a dorm, where Stephanie lay silently, unable to deal with the horrors of being milked when she had no milk, of having to give up her baby, and the memory of being crucified.

At night she remembered her life in the west, when she was a high powered marketing associate. She had wanted to get married back then, but had been postponing so her career could take off. Eventually she would have had children, and she knew she would have had a nursery with a white crib, a changing table, a nice mobile...

After three painful days on the milking machine Stephanie's breasts began giving milk. The constant sucking of the machine had brought the milk early and within a week she was giving more than a gallon a day.

Her routine-- wake in the morning, a quick shower and bathroom break. Eat slop for breakfast (hopefully not covered in urine). Line up and go to the milking room, climb onto the milking bracket and get strapped down. Milking machine placed on her breasts, then stay there for twelve hours, having every last drop of milk sucked from her breasts into a large container below her.

After two weeks on the machine a male had come through, stopped behind Stephanie and entered her. It had been a while since Stephanie had been fucked. In fact, the time on the milking machine was the longest she had gone without being raped while in Malsi. Fourteen days. A record.

He left and she felt the semen dribble down her leg as her milk was sucked relentlessly from her breasts. Nothing she could do about it. She was strapped down.

Then came the day when her stomach hurt. The pain came on quickly, a cramping feeling like diarrhea, but different. Diarrhea was common at the Maternity Center, because the food they were fed was cast off and sometimes rotten. But this pain was different.

"Please... please, someone. Ma'am. Matron? I... I think... owww...." the cramping became severe.

They wouldn't take her out of the milking machine though. A medic examined her, opening her cunt wide with a speculum right where she was bracketed. "She's dilating, but she has a few hours. I'd leave her here for now."

And so Stephanie remained on the milking machine as her contractions got stronger and stronger. She cried out and begged to be released, but she continued giving milk until the contractions were five minutes apart.

Finally, the medic came and examined her cunt (they had left the speculum inside her all this time).

"Yeah, she's ready. Let's get her to birthing."

And so she was removed from the milking rack and taken to a special room with white walls and medical equipment. She lay on her back, her legs up in the spreading stirrups. The pain had become terrible and she was thrashing around. "Can I have something for the pain? Please? A saddle block? An epidural?"

The medic laughed. "Why would we spend money on that? That's a western thing for coddled women in their decadent culture."

She was strapped down so she couldn't move and cause the medic problems.

When the baby came she had been screaming but stopped when she heard the cries of the little one. They faded quickly, and she lay alone on the table, never even having seen the child. She didn't even know if it was a boy or girl.

She was stitched up, given some antibiotics and then led back to a milking room. A different one. The women there were not pregnant, they had already had their babies.

Stephanie was hooked up to another milking machine and she sagged, exhausted on the frame. Her baby had come and gone and now all there was, was to give milk.

Hisss... suck. Hisss... suck. Hisss... suck.

Stephanie cried herself to sleep on the milking machine.