You get into a stall

You decide to occupy one of the empty spaces, your clothes removed, your gear placed on the ground next to you. The others sure give you the looks for it, but you already made up your mind. This is the fate that you want. This is the fate you deserve.

"Why did you do that?" one of the goons frowns after they found their dead buddies. "You could have grabbed the money, and walked."

"I guess I always wanted to be a hucow," you shrug.

"You are one messed up lady. But whatever," he shrugs, then a leather hood is placed on your head.

In the end you become one of the women who has to produce the farm's daily milk output. To this end your body is stimulated the entire day. Your sacred part fucked, spanked and cropped in a relentless fashion. You have to endure this fate for years. After which you are sold on the **** market like a piece of meat. Your mind no longer capable of an independent thought.

BAD OUTCOME: PART OF THE INDUSTRY