Animal Farm
by
Gabrielle the Death Mistress.
Monica and Tom were a happily married couple. Their lives were just as most couples. They dreamed of living a long life together and having a family. She was medium height with long blonde hair. Her breasts weren't large. yet not small, they fell somewhere in the middle, Tom was average height with longish brown hair. Sex between them was good, but never anything out of the normal. Today, they both were excited. They were going to visit a farm that was suppose to be the biggest around. Being from the city, they had never been to a farm before. What the couple knew about a farm they had learned from television and books. To them this was almost like going to Disneyland. If it hadn't been for the stranger they bumped into at the mall they would have never had this chance.
The excited couple packed a picnic lunch of fried chicken and potato salad. They hurried to the car to begin the long drive to the farm. For the next hour they talked excitedly about their trip to the farm. This may not seem exciting to most, but to them it was an adventure. The second hour they settled
into the boring routine of a long trip. They made small talk, but the excitement had subdued. At the end of the third hour they were tired and starting to get on each others nerves. At that point they just wanted the trip to be over. They turned onto a long dirt road and the excitement somewhat returned. They were nearly to the farm. On each side of the road was a long line of fences with cows dotting the landscape.
Finally, they stopped at a large farm house. Tom looked at Monica and said, "Will you look at that house, it's going to be nice to stay there for a few days."
Monica beamed with excitement and replied, "This is going to be fantastic. I can't wait to shower, lay down in a soft bed for a few hours, and then, maybe, go horseback riding." She gazed thoughtfully out the window and added, "Maybe we can find a nice meadow to have our picnic in."
The happy couple got out of the car and was greeted by Jack, the man they had met at the mall. He smiled as he looked at them and said, "I'm happy the two of you could make it."
Then the couple's excitement turned to terror. Jack said, "I think I forgot to tell you that you're not going to be my guest, here. You're going to be part of the livestock." He reached out, felt one of Monica's medium sized breasts, and continued, "Your breasts are a little small for a milk cow, but
that can be changed."
The stunned couple looked at each other, not believing what they were hearing. They looked at the car and started running for it. Two large men grabbed them before they reached the safety of their car. The once happy couple was dragged screaming to the barn. What they saw there stunned them to silence. The barn was lined with men and women kneeling in pens. They were dirty and smelly as if they hadn't bathed in months. All of them had a blank look on their faces as if their thoughts and personalities had been sucked from them.
The couple was stripped and pushed to their knees on the smelly, straw floor. Monica tried to cover her naked body with her hands and the two men just laughed at at the terrified woman. Monica began to cry and begged, "Please don't hurt me. We will leave and never tell anyone what we have seen here, honestly."
Jack spoke up from nearby and said, "I know you will never tell because you will never leave here. You may die here tomorrow or next year, that's for me to decide. If you don't produce enough milk then it will be time for you to be slaughtered." Jack looked down at Tom and continued, "Your cock isn't impressive, but by the size of your balls you might be fit for breeding, only time will tell."
Tom was stunned into silence. He looked over at his sobbing wife and felt more for her than he did himself. The naked man wondered why he had let this man talk them into coming to the farm. Tom felt like all this was his fault. He reached out and took his wife's hand in his own. The men laughed at this and one of them said, "Look at the loving couple, isn't that tender. Maybe we'll have to put them in the same pen together."
One of the men knelt on the ground and held Monica to the ground and the other did the same to Tom. Jack knelt between the once happy couple and produced a large thin metal ring. He then held Monica’s nose tight in his fingers and forced a long needle through the lower part of her nostril. Monica screamed in agony as the needle was followed with a large ring. The ring was then closed with a pair of pliers.
Jack then did the same thing to Tom. He screamed as loud as Monica had from the pain. The men then used what looked to be pliers to punch a quarter inch hole in the ear and snapped a tag through the hole, all with one stroke.
They were then told to stand and were led to a small pen. Both of them could feel the large ring bounce against their upper lip as they walked. Once at the pen, Jack took out two hypodermic needles and gave each of them a shot. Jack said, "Get down on your hands and knees and back into the pen. I don't usually do this, but I'm going to let the two of you stay in the same pen. If I hear either of you speaking it will be off to the slaughter house for you."
The two men attached a cup-like device with tubes to each of Monica's breast. One of the men placed a clear tube on Tom's cock and was strapped into place. The tube had a long plastic hose leading from it. The frightened couple then got on their hands and knees as thy had been instructed. They backed into the pen, forcing themselves into the space that was made for only one. Their naked bodies pressed together, but there was nothing sensual about it. The door of the pen was closed, leaving their head poking through a hole. A board was slid into a slot in the gate that locked their heads in place. The two couldn't move. The confinement of the space kept them in this position. Tom gathered up his nerve and asked, "How long do we have to stay like this?"
Jack laughed loudly and replied, "The rest of your lives, however long that may be!"
Tom and Monica began to cry as the three men walked away. Tom looked at Monica and said, "I'm sorry for this, I'll get us out of this, somehow."
Monica said through tears, "We are going to die here—we aren't going to get out of this."
The couple fell into silence as they looked at the other heads sticking out out of the gates. There was a long line of people in the same position as themselves. None of them said anything, nor did they cry. A few minutes later a man came in carrying a large bucket and a couple of pans. He laid the pans in front of the pen. One he filled with water and the other with some brown looking grainy substance.
Monica looked up at the man and ask, "I have to use the toilet, can you let me out long enough for that?"
The man grinned evilly and replied, "You're in your toilet, an animal doesn't need human conveniences."
Reality struck them for the first time, they were nothing but animals to these people. They would never be treated as humans again. They looked at the stuff in the pans and realized this was their food. The couple thought about the fried chicken still sitting in their car as they looked at the grainy in front of them.
Monica held her body functions as long as she could and then let her piss flow. She could feel the wet piss hitting the inside of her thighs before making a puddle on the straw floor beneath her. The nervousness then made her bowls turn loose and smelly shit began to run from her ass. Monica had never felt so humiliated. She was locked in a pen with her shit and piss covering the backside of her body. She began to cry once more.
Tom saw his wife's grief, but knew he could do nothing to comfort her so he said nothing. He looked at the food in the pan and knew there wasn't going to be anything else to eat. He stuck his tongued in the grainy substance and tasted it. The grain had nearly no taste at all, but was very dry. He chewed and swallowed the grain and then sucked at the water in the other pan to wash it down. He continued eating the grain until he was full. He noticed that Monica was following his lead and eating the grain as well. Soon Tom had messed himself and watched as his pee ran from the tube onto the floor beneath him.
Night was the worse. They couldn't lay down to sleep. Their arms and legs were tired from kneeling all day. They could only squat enough to take the pressure off their limbs, but their head remained stuck in the air. The couple slept very little that night. Tom was proud of his wife, she was taking this a lot better than he would have thought.
During the night, Monica looked at Tom and felt a little sorry for him. The woman thought about the nights she had spent talking to Jack on the internet before they met. She had told Jack many times of her fantasy about wanting to be treated as animal. This was her fantasy that the two were living. Monica knew she shouldn't have gotten Tom involved, but he was such an asshole that she wanted him to have the punishment deserves, and the death when it comes.
That morning several men came into the barn and began connecting the hoses to pipes run along the ceiling. Then there was a pumping sound in the background. Monica's nipples swelled and shrank as the machine sucked and then stop, repeating the cycle over and over. Monica felt her excitement grow and her pussy got wet from the sucking action on her breast. Soon she orgasmed as did many of the other ladies in the barn. She was surprised to see milk begin to flow down the clear plastic tube. The woman knew it must have been the shot that was causing her to produce milk.
Tom felt his cock grow hard as the machine began sucking at the organ. he began to moan in pleasure as his wife had done. It didn't take long until the clear tubing filled with his semen as he he orgasm. The machine continued sucking and soon his cock grew hard again. This happen over and over. By the fourth time, Tom's cock and balls had begun to ache. Yet the machine didn't stop. What was once a pleasure turned into pain. By the tenth time, Tom was shocked that he still had semen coming from him and then he remembered the shot. That was the first time he realized how big his balls had gotten. They were at least three times their normal size. The fifteenth time he orgasmed nothing came from his cock. he saw the jar that had been catching his semen was nearly full. Tom couldn't believe all that came from him.
Monica had at least a dozen orgasms during her milking, from the sucking on her nipples and the excitement of what was happening. She looked at her jar and it was filled with at least a quart of her white, mother's milk. She was proud of herself until she looked at the other jars, several of them had produced a gallon of milk. Monica dreamed of the day that she could produce that much. The cow woman knew her breasts were already twice as large as before and knew it wouldn't be long before she produced a gallon.
The man came to collect the jars, stopped at Tom and Monica's pen, and said, "The two of you did well for the first time. I expect twice this much tomorrow. If you keep improving, it might delay your trip to the slaughter house."
The man had been correct. Their production had matched and exceeded the other cows in just a week. Jack appeared at their pen for the first time since being locked in. He removed Monica from the pen and put her in the one next to her husband. Once she was locked in and attached to the milker, he asked, “Have you told him yet?”
Monica shook her head. Jack knelt in front of the woman and kissed her passionately. Tom was shocked to see that his wife returned the kiss with just as much passion. Jack broke the kiss, stood, and said, “Tom, it's time you learn that I've been fucking your wife for six months. Your being here is no accident. You know this is her fantasy, but I guess you're too damn dimwitted to have figured that out. She told me all about your physical abuse.”
Tom looked at his wife and asked, “What the hell? You set all this up?”
Monica smiled at her husband, but said nothing. Jack said, “Monica can leave this barn anytime she wants. She is here by her own will. You, well, you will die here. We will suck you until your balls hurt as if they had been kicked by a mule. Once you no longer produce enough semen, you will be sent to the slaughter house. You should make some fine dog food.”
In the months to come, Monica occasionally left the barn to have sex with Jack. Even though he tried talking her into not going back to the barn, she always did. Tom was still in the pen next to her, but she never spoke to him again. He eventually stopped cussing the woman that had once been his wife.
The end.