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Chapter Two.

Dean.

It was finally the day.

I was thrumming with anticipation as I moved through the large recently renovated barn. The smell of fresh, clean hay filled my nostrils. It evoked memories of when I first took over the farm. It smelt like freedom.

Keeping livestock was not new to me, I grew up on this farm and spent the majority of my life ensuring it ran smoothly. That the cows were healthy and productive. However, this was my first time keeping a human as livestock.

It wasn’t a new revelation in wealthy circles. The rich loved the health benefits of breastmilk and made thousands upon thousands from the livestock’s offspring. Medical science for these farms had advanced so much that they had superior sperm to create genius, beautiful babies and had developed serums that transformed the women into the ultimate production machines. It was a lucrative business. One I was excited to dip my toes into.

This day felt like it was a long time coming but in reality it had only been six months of intensive planning and upgrades to the land to make sure everything was ready for my first Hucow’s arrival. I’d been meticulous, sleeplessly organised and pedantic but I still did a grounds check. Her stall was kitted out exactly how it was recommended; supple leather benches, strong ties, soft hay, hooks intermittently spread over the wooden walls, premium milking equipment and state of the art feeding machinery that administered the serums as well as the high calorie feed. I’d also sourced high quality dildos, vibrators and plugs. A happy Hucow was a productive Hucow.

My boots thud on the wooden floors as I made my way into the back of the barn. I’d had an extra room fitted, a medical room with everything needed to keep the Hucows healthy and productive. The fridges were stocked with serums and treatments, there was a computer for tracking everything down to the smallest detail and was connected to the main system. There was everything a medical professional needed in here. Including the sickening smell of hospital. Like expected, the medical room was ready for its first patient.

With a soft swoosh, the door closed behind me and I walked back through the barn down the wide walkway. There were three stalls on one side and two on the other with another space for extra feed and equipment. It was all enclosed with no windows, the only light and fresh air coming from the open barn doors.

A few of the other farms I had visited had been all enclosed but much smaller than this, the Hucows on my farm would have more space and access to the outside. The dairy cows I’d had here were free range and I was one of the top performing farms in the area, figured that logic would extend to Hucows too. They’d be treated like animals in the sense at that they’d be on all fours at all times and milked for hours during the day. I was no stranger to this type of treatment towards women so the only thing that was changing was the animal.

Growing up, my interactions with women were limited and in controlled circumstances. My mother died when I was young and my father never remarried. He despised women. When he died he left me the farm but he also left me alone. He also left me with needs I couldn’t fulfil. I had tried to fill my needs through other means but it was never enough, I was always unsatisfied and grumpy as all get out. Which was why when I was approached about opening a Hucow farm I leapt at the chance.

Because of how keen I was to get up and running, they’d pushed me through their programme faster than normal however at a deficit at first. They were only sending one Hucow and then after a month they’d send another. Usually it would be two to start with as milk production would meet the bottom line within a few weeks but they were concerned two would be overwhelming. I didn’t argue, they were the experts and they let me choose my first Hucow. I’d make a profit next month or the month after, I didn’t care at this point. Money didn’t matter now that I was going to finally going to get what I needed.

Standing outside the barn, I surveyed my land. The long dirt road leading up to the main buildings was still and undisturbed for now. There was a bunkhouse to my left that used to house three farm hands but was now empty and awaited its Handlers. To my right and a ways down was my home. A ranch house that I spent my life in. I’d renovated the inside when my father passed, memories of that man did not need to stay, he haunted my nightmares, he didn’t need to haunt me when I was awake.

The wind was calm today, only a light breeze disturbed the trees that surrounded some of the property. It was warm and gentle and reminded me of the day The Association drove up my driveway and me and my shotgun greeted them. I put it away quick smart when they’d pitched their programme to me and inadvertently addressed my base desires.

Just like that day, a car rumbled up the roadway, kicking up dust and dirt as it did. I crossed my arms bursa escortlar over my chest to hide the tremble in my limbs.

She was here.

Chapter Three.

Dean.

“Sebastian,” I said, nodding to my brother in greeting.

He awkwardly got out of the car and stretched his body. I shook his hand then stood back. We didn’t have much of a relationship, we may have been raised by the same man but we turned out to be completely different men. After ten years of no contact, we reconnected at our father’s funeral and had kept up since. He’d worked for The Association for years and I had suspected it was Sebastian that put in a good word for me with them.

Sebastian smiled wide at me. “Good to see you, brother. Your new livestock is in the back and ready to go. She’s had the lactation and fertility treatments so far.”

I nodded in acknowledgement but stared at the tinted windows of the sedan.

The driver bundled out of the car and rested his forearms on the roof it.

“Hey,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Samson. I’m your Handler for the next month or so.” He squinted his eyes in the afternoon sun then shifted a hand to make a visor so he could see me.

“Thanks for comin’ out,” I replied. I was aware of him, The Association had sent over his profile that included a picture.

Samson moved around the car to stand with Sebastian and I, leaning against the passenger door with ankle crossed over the other. Essentially blocking me from my new Hucow. I clenched my jaw.

“She has promise, she’s taken to the treatment very well so far and has been mostly compliant. She still needs to get used to being handled so I recommend jumping right into the routine.” He groaned and rubbed his hand over his head. “Gagged, sedated and restrained at the moment.”

I frowned at him, the gagged past wasn’t protocol for new livestock. I’d memorised them and it definitely wasn’t part of it.

“She was non-compliant, it’s procedure,” Sebastian said quickly. His eyes wandered over the buildings, lingering on the house. “You didn’t tear it down.”

“I didn’t,” I replied in agreement. Some days I think I should have. “Can we get this show on the road? I want to get started, be more hands-on.”

Samson grunted in response and opened the door.

My breath caught in my throat as her pale legs came into view, she was tied up on her stomach with her ankles attached to her wrists. I could see a sliver of her perfect pink pussy glistening in the orange afternoon light. The treatment was definitely kicking in if she was that wet while sedated.

“She’ll wake up in about… fifteen minutes,” Sedation muttered, checking his watch.

Samson leaned into the vehicle and unclipped her restraints, leaving the cuffs on. Her legs flopped over the seat and left her feet outside of the car slightly. Leaning over her, Samson went to reach for her waist to pull her out but I grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and pulled him away.

“I’ll get her,” I grunted out. “I want to be hands-on remember.”

I knew I was going to be protective over her but I also knew that I needed to let that shit go. Apparently that was going to be easier said than done.

Hucows were animals, property and that was it. Relationships or otherwise weren’t permitted and the Hucow would be removed from the farm if The Association got even a whiff of rule breaking. My job as owner of Miller Farm was to ensure the livestock were put through their treatment, met milk production quota, guaranteed insemination before week twelve and manage their health. Handlers were strictly forbidden to get attached to any particular Hucow as it could impede on their production. They’d done research and the animals that had attachments to certain people would produce less and be less cooperative.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, my fingers nearly touching, and dragged her from the car, tossing her over my shoulder. She was small and light but that was about to change. I made my way into the barn and noted the butt plug lodged inside of her ass that was now on display. Her pussy was a little puffy from the drugs too and I groaned under my breath.

I could hear the footsteps of the men as they followed me into the medical room. As I laid her out on the cool table, Sebastian took a seat at the computer navigating his way through The Association’s livestock programme efficiently.

“We need to complete her processing and registration. Restrain her and we’ll get that done quickly.” He came over to us as I clipped her to the table with the hooks on the sides.

Once done, I looked over her under the harsh white light and tugged off my stetson, tossing it on the desk. I ran a hand through my hair as I let my gaze wander over her. Her delicate collarbones and chest were a little red from being upside down and her tits were swollen, plump, probably twice the size they normally were. Her nipples were distended and dark. She still had bursa escort a thin waist that curved in before flaring out to slightly bony hips. I couldn’t wait to see her stomach thicken up and her thighs expand. Her legs were spread which made it easy to see her saturated folds and the base of the butt plug. I liked her like this, I decided. Sedated, tied up. The only thing that would make it better was if she had a collar around her throat to let everyone know she was my pet.

Her face was relaxed, freckles dotted her nose and check, she looked younger like this. Utterly oblivious to what was going on around her. She’d learn to love it here, I had no doubt. She was going to be exceptionally aroused due to the drugs that increased her fertility and aided in strong milk production. An essential part of the programme was multiple orgasms a day and I planned on giving her more than she could handle.

She was going to be even more horny than usual for my cock and I expected her to be so desperate for relief that she wouldn’t care that she was now living on a farm. I’d seen it at the other farms. The livestock didn’t care where they were as long as one of the Handlers made them cum while they were being milked. They were fed often and had several naps during the day between milking. They lived the ultimate life of comfort for an animal.

The best part of it all was that she was already submissive to me, she was already my pet. Her transition into this new life was going to be easy for her. She’d already been trained to never speak and follow commands without thought. While the drugs she’d been given and the medicated feed she’ll be receiving would alter brain chemistry to guarantee absolute compliance, she was already naturally this way. Our first interaction together, she’d gotten on her knees and closed her mouth with one command. I couldn’t wait to see her flourish here.

“She should rouse soon, Big D,” Sebastian said with smirk, using the nickname he coined for me when we were teens as he checked over my pet. “I’ll brand her before she wakes and get her registered in the system to avoid raising her stress levels. It’d be bad for production if we let that happen.”

Samson came over with gloved hands and tilted her head to expose the right side of her neck. The whining sound of a tattoo gun echoed off the walls of the pristine room as Sebastian read off her livestock number. When Samson was done, he wiped it down and revealed a small tattoo made up of five numbers that signified the farm she belonged to and what number Hucow she was. Her face was still relaxed, she hadn’t even twitched from the pain.

“I’ll do the brand now, you’ll need to turn her slightly so I can have access to her rump,” Samson said changing out his gloves for fresh ones.

I did as he asked by unclipping one ankle and twisting her body.

Samson quickly took the cold brand and pressed it hard to her soft pale skin for ten seconds. She groaned and scrunched her face a little. Cold brands weren’t typically too painful so the sedative must have been wearing off.

Samson removed the brand from her skin and the white raised insignia of Miller Farm remained. Pride swelled in my chest and I stood a little taller as I watched Samson cover it with a light bandage. Once done, I re-clipped her to the table.

She groaned around her gag and her head lolled to the side. Her throat bobbed as her eyes fluttered open. Her bright blue eyes were hazy as her vision cleared and she made sense of where she was. They were like the ocean somewhere tropical, clear and swimmable. They were captivating and I would freely drown in them.

I lent in closer, our faces inches apart.

I could tell the moment she recognised me because her pupils dilated and her body relaxed into the table in total submission.

“Welcome home, Pet,” I murmured to her.

Chapter Four.

Rosie.

‘Welcome home, Pet.’

His words echoed in my woozy mind as I stared into his dark eyes. The golden specks that usually adorned them were covered by his blown out pupils. I didn’t know if it was because of the drugs they’d filled my body with or if it was the man that was in front of me but my heart was beating wildly and butterflies flit around in my stomach. My eyes rolled a little as I tried to swallow around the gag that was still tightly bound to my face, a warm salty tear leaked from the corner of one of my eyes. I was sure I should have felt scared and frightened but I wasn’t. My Master had found me. He was here to rescue me. My eyes weren’t welling because I thought this was the end, if I could have I would have wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I would have jumped up and down with how happy I was that he was here. Instead, I gave him as big of a smile as I could muster, which wasn’t that big.

A softness reached his eyes and the line in between his brows smoothed out. I felt his hand cradle my leather strung face and I lent into it, relishing in the feeling of his rough palm. I wanted to touch him back but my arms were so heavy I couldn’t pick them up.

What about the men that kidnapped me? Where were they now?

Why’d I still have the gag in?

I tried to move again but realised my arms weren’t heavy, I was restrained to whatever I was laying on. A whimper escaped me and I tried to get free. The movement jostled my tits which alerted me to the fact that they were achy, hot and huge. I looked down at them and they were tinted pink and lined with blueish veins, my nipples were a darker pink and pointed. Now that I was aware of them, it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest and I groaned in pain.

“You’re restrained for your own safety, Pet,” he murmured with a gravelly voice, trying to calm me. “You’re home now.” He stroked my hair in comfort and I shuddered a breath.

I needed answers. I knew I could trust him, he’d proven himself time and again at the club so if I needed to be restrained with a gag in, then it was for my own good.

He’d said I was home now. Were my wildest dreams coming true? Was he making me his not just at the club but forever?

He hadn’t come here to save me, he was here to help those men kidnap me, make me a productive animal. What scared the shit out of me before, now seemed… okay. If my Master wanted me to be his cow I would. I would do that for him. I’d wanted to be his completely for three months now, I’d wanted him to control every little part of my life and now I was going to get that by being his human cow.

“Sebastian needs to check your over and then we’ll get you settled in. Lay still, Pet,” Master commanded and stepped away from where I was laying. Of course I did as he asked and I laid still. Evening out my breaths so my chest didn’t move too much. Finally, I looked around the room. I was in another medical office but instead of a chair I was strapped to, I was on an examination table. Samson and the Doctor were in the room and the Doctor was putting on gloves. That must have been who Sebastian was. He prodded my painful and engorged tits.

“No,” I mumbled into my gag and shook my head. It hurt so bad.

“Pet.” Master’s voice rumbled loudly, scolding me.

My heart stopped and I dropped my chin. It was the first time I’d spoken around him and apparently our rules at the club applied here too.

Sebastian continued his examination and I tried to ignore the almost searing pain.

“You know the rules, you don’t talk. Ever.” Master took a steadying breath. “Because of the day you’ve had I’ll give you this one chance to remember your place and your rules.”

I nodded. Guilt stuck to me like a second skin and I desperately wanted to fix that line in between his brows.

“Good girl,” he muttered. The butterflies returned.

Samson walked over to Master and held something out to him. “The lotion to help her skin accommodate her growth, Dean. Let me know if you need a hand.” Samson winked and I swear I heard Master growl.

His name was Dean?! Dean… My Master, Dean. I liked it.

Samson backed off with a smirk. Master-Dean was still protective of me, at the club no one was allowed to touch me.

Sebastian finally stopped his assault on my tits and moved down to the bottom half of me. “Apply the lotion liberally and get her on the milk pump tonight to get her used to the sensation and to encourage milk flow. By the look of her teats, she’ll be producing by tomorrow.”

“Will do,” Dean replied shortly.

“All I need to do now is check the plug is still in place and then I’ll be out of here.”

Dean’s brow pulled down as I felt Sebastian’s fingers probe my pussy then tap on the plug. I bit back a moan, remembering how horny I was.

“The plug is in place and she is still highly aroused. I’d say the serum will be fully absorbed by the time she’s done on the milker so you can take the plug out then. If you have any questions that can’t be answered by Samson, give me a call.” He snapped off his gloves. “I’m out of here. Call me if anything out of the ordinary happens or you miss me.”

“Thanks, Sebastian,” Dean said as he opened the door for him. They gave each a one arm hug.

“No problem, brother. I’ll be back next week for her checkup.”

Brother? Sebastian was Dean’s brother?

“Stay for dinner when you do,” Dean said.

“Depends. You cookin’?”

With a grunt, Dean said, “I’ll order pizza and you can pick it up on your way over.”

“Deal. See you next week, Samson,” Sebastian said with a wave. Dean closed the door behind him with a quiet whoosh.

I was sure the throbbing in my pussy and the ache in my lower belly were audible in the tense silence that had fallen over the room with how strong they were. My arousal was so potent, it was consuming me. I didn’t care that my tits hurt or that Samson was still here, the only thing I could think was how much I needed to get off this table so my Master could fuck me and fill me with his seed.

Dean came back over to me with the tube of lotion and instead of uncapping it and rubbing it on me with his bare fingers, he donned one glove on his right hand then squirted a good amount onto his finger tips.

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