Celebrity Hucows

DISCLAIMER: This story exists for the sole purpose of sexual gratification through literary means. In no way shape or form is this meant to marginalize, demean, attack, or offend the women in question. This work does not condone real acts of , sexual , and/or overall cruelty. Without further ado, let us proceed to the story.

A large, empty facility lay silent at the dead of night. Within it were stalls, waiting rooms, showers, restrooms, infirmaries, and offices. But alas, it was all empty. Though soon, this would no longer be the case.

Outside, a man in a dark suit stood, cell phone in hand, waiting for an answer on the other end of the line. Suddenly, the simulated sound of ringing came to an end, and a distorted voice echoed from the small device.

"I take it we're ready?' the voice said.

"Construction is complete and the facility is fully operational, sir. Once we acquire the assets, everything will be able to proceed as planned." the man replied.

"Excellent. I leave rest to you, then. Remember, we need prize cows, and no witnesses. Understood?"

"Completely."

The call ended. It was time to pick out the first occupants of the aforementioned facility.

Note from the author: Greetings, CHYOA. Unlike my other stories, this one is likely to be less narrative-focused and play more into the fetishes/sex-acts at hand. It will likely do away with a lot pretense and contain numerous branches with heavy-handed vice throughout. Anyway, enjoy!