Chapter 17 by AvenX

What's next?

You wake up

You wake groggily to a stabbing pain in your nose. You try to bring your hands to your face, but find you are hanging by them, shackled to the ceiling. Opening your eyes, there is a man right in front of your face and he is threading some kind of nose ring into your newly pierced septum.

“What’s going on?” you try to ask, but all that comes out is “uhsowingahh.” There is a spider gag holding your mouth open. Still, the man seems to understand.

“You stupid cows never read past the first page of the contract, do you?” He snorts, “I don't know why it even still surprises me. If you had, you’d know that not only does the company now have the right to modify your body however they like, you also cannot leave company property for the duration of your contract. Now shut up and let me work.”

He pierces your ear and attaches some kind of tag before grabbing a branding iron, already heated to red hot. You try to struggle, to get away, but your feet are shackled to the floor and you can’t go anywhere.

“Hold still,” he orders you, “If you wiggle and mess up the brand, I’ll just have to do it again somewhere else.

You hold still.

He presses the metal into your ass cheek. It burns, god it burns, get it off, get it off. Then he pulls it away and it still burns. Your vision blurs with tears.

The man trades the brand for a pair of pliers. There is nothing you can do to stop him as he extracts your teeth, one by one. By the time he removes the gag, your mouth is a bloody, toothless mess.

He locks a large metal collar around your neck. It has a big, gold cowbell and you blush bright red. A leash is attached to your new nose ring and he releases your arms and legs.

“Crawl, like the cow you are or I’ll cut your achilles tendons and you’ll never walk again.”