The Barn

You awake as they are lifting you from the soft, leathery hammock they were carrying you in. You are inside a large room and it is very hot and has a foul smell, like the stinking swamp and foul mud and a bit of the stench of a latrine. You look at the wugs, too **** to be afraid, as four of them carry you over to a bench and a strange contraption made from black wood.

They **** you to your feet and walk you in a daze over to the bench. It is not very large and they push you down so your flat belly is against it. You feel something moving beneath your belly and across your back and you look back and see that a piece of wood almost like a stockade is being closed around your waist just above your ass.

You turn back and a wug gently lifts your chin and lays your throat through a second stockade. Your arms are laid through the arm holes and then the sotckade is closed and you cannot move your body very much. Your large breasts dangle beneath you in the gap between the bench under your belly and the stockade around your neck. You tilt your head up and look at your captors. They seem to be nodding with satisfaction.

The wider room slowly comes into focus and you realize there are other stockades arranged in a circle. Some contain women. Most of them are pale-skinned and dirty and must be from the party of the man you met on the road. To your shock you see some are eagerly moaning and sucking or being taken from behind by the little green wugs. The creatures thrust their odd, pale white cocks in and out of the women until they stiffen and croak and then step away, leaving the women drooling frothy white wug spunk from their mouths and cunts.

There are two other women, they are very dirty and quite heavy set, with huge, pendulous breasts with fat nipples caught in pink, pincer-like clamps. The clamps are attached to long tubes of rubber gum or some other material that extend from their breasts, up into the ceiling, and then re-emerge and feed into a large iron cauldron. As you watch a wug opens the cauldron and inserts a dipper. It brings out a quantity of creamy, white liquid that it pours down its open gullet.

Across the room another of these large women groans and moans almost mindlessly and squirmy black creatures about the size of rats fall from behind her. These drop down onto a ramp placed beneath her big ass and fall through a hatch into the floor.

As the **** wear off more and more and the full reality of what you are seeing and trapped in sinks in you feel like screaming. The wugs begin to filter out of the chamber leaving you and the other women almost alone. Two wugs that seem to be tending to the iron cauldron stay behind. Some of the women begin sobbing softly, most stare straight ahead or make unintelligent sounds almost like a farm animal.

It is a strange feeling realizing you've just been turned into livestock. Should you wait to see what happens? Try to talk to one of the other new girls? Talk to one of the big girls? Maybe you could even escape.