Former Captain’s fate

“…and correctly we should be able to breed 1 clone a week. Additionally the training would take about 3 months before clone would be capable of operating on her own” Rena Sacca finishes. She’s slender dark skinned brunette with C cup cleavage.

She, Doctor Varsa Karimian and Cari Reyes discuss the status of colony. You have secured your base of operations. You know for sure that colony is a safe place. It’s after all a private investment, not loyal to any government. A pirates could raid it and nobody would care… you will have to take some measures against that.

You have 38 slaves, 12 of whom are militia. 4 military off-roaders, your truck, about 200 small arms, 5 transport caterpillar track trucks, 2 bikes, 14 agriculture vehicles and 1 cloning chamber.

There is but yet one lose end. After consulting with Karimian, you make your way to barracks. There you find former Captain Frieda Deshayes. Considering she used to be a noble, she looks pathetic.

The only thing of her wardrobe she still has are spandex chaps and knee-high boots. She’s standing, her legs spread and her ankles tied to steel bar. Her arms are tied above her head with rope hanging from celling. Her pussy thighs and legs are wet from her pussy juices… there is even a pool under her. Her breasts, ass, stomach and back are red from whip welts. Her mouth is secured with ball-gag. There are clamps on her nipples. There is a steel dildo in her pussy and steel butt plug in her anus.

Right now two militia, after connecting nipple clamps, dildo and butt-plug to mobile generator, are torturing Deshayes with electricity… and she actually gets off from that. She must be so frustrated that she accepts even **** as a way to reach a climax.

You notion a militia. They stop the current, kneel and bow their heads. Deshayes must have really pissed them of, if they are torturing her so eagerly.

You grab her hair and rise her head. You remove her gag and wait. Slowly she seems to become aware of your presence.

“Do you want to climax like never before?”

“…Yes.” She answers hoarsely after a moment.

“I have here a syringe with special vaccine. In some places it’s used as a capital punishment. It changes woman’s DNA into similar one to cowgirl's. It enlarges breasts and fills them with milk, changes stomach so it can digest a grass and quadruples a sex drive. But a body becomes so sensitive that it degenerates the mind, to basic feed and fuck. Also a self-process of change is quite painful. Do you want to have this injected and changed your body so it climaxes at light breeze of wind?”

Except this, there will be no further changes to her body, she will keep her silhouette. The serum does not change woman into real cow-girl, it only changes stomach, breasts and mind. True cow-girls look different.

“…Yes.” She answers.

“Even if your body will be degenerated to milk factory and yourself to nothing more than a cattle? What about you career?”

“I don’t care! Just give to me!” She screams with eyes filled with lust.

She has truly fallen.