The farm

The transport van stops in front of the huge barn complex. The two policewomen drag the bruised and bleeding Mara out and throw her onto the dirty concrete in front of the main entrance. A tall, cold-looking overseer in high heels and a collar walks out — one of Lena and Mira’s senior slave employees.

She circles Mara like a butcher inspecting cattle.

“Look at this pathetic piece of meat,” the overseer sneers. She kicks Mara hard in the ribs. “Get on your knees, cow. Show me those fat udders you’re so proud of.”

Mara sobs and tries to curl up. The overseer grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back painfully. She slaps her face hard, then kicks her in the stomach again. Blood runs from Mara’s split lip.

“These tits are ridiculous,” the overseer laughs cruelly. She grabs Mara’s large, heavy breasts with both hands and squeezes them viciously, digging her nails deep into the soft flesh. Mara screams. The woman twists and pulls the nipples until they bleed. “Perfect milking udders. Big, heavy, and sensitive. You’re going to produce so much milk for us, you stupid feminist cunt.”

She kicks Mara’s thighs and pussy repeatedly while continuing to insult her. “You thought you were a person? You’re nothing but a dairy animal now. A set of holes and udders. Say it, cow.”

When Mara only cries, the overseer stomps on her breasts again and again until Mara chokes out the words between screams: “I… I’m just a cow…”

The overseer smiles. “Good enough. Take her to processing.”

In the slaughterhouse wing, Mara is strapped to a cold metal table. No anesthesia. Two workers hold her down while the surgeon begins.

First the arms. The saw cuts through bone and flesh without mercy. Mara’s screams echo through the hall as her arms are removed one after the other. Blood sprays everywhere. She nearly passes out from the pain, but they inject stimulants to keep her conscious.

Then the legs. The same brutal process. Sawing through her thighs. Mara’s voice breaks as she screams herself hoarse. By the end she has no limbs left — just a limbless torso, bleeding heavily.

Before she can recover, one of the workers forces her legs (what remains of them) apart. She hoves her entire fist deep into her pussy and pumps a massive load of concentrated sperm directly against her cervix. The artificial insemination is rough and deep. Mara whimpers weakly.

Immediately after, they inject her with a cocktail of hormones — massive doses that will force permanent lactation and accelerate pregnancy. The needles go straight into her breasts and belly. The pain is unbearable.

Finally, they drag her broken, limbless body into the main milking hall and chain her permanently between two younger blonde twin cows. Both twins are heavily pregnant, their bellies enormous. Their gigantic, veiny udders are currently being milked by powerful machines. Their eyes are completely empty — minds long destroyed by years of drugs and constant use. They moan loudly and mindlessly with every pull of the suction cups, drooling and twitching.

Mara is locked in place. Milking tubes are brutally attached to her bleeding, sensitive nipples. Feeding and waste tubes are forced into her mouth and holes. The hormones are already starting to burn through her system.

She is now a cow. Forever.