Forced Into Your Womb

32, brown, bi, cis male. I write stories that explore subjects like rape and impregnation and mind control, but I firmly believe in consent and emotional responsibility. I will block you if you are under 18, not a feminist, or a SWERF & TERF. <- not an exhaustive list. Don’t be weird. Enjoy yourselves, you depraved fucks.

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Nice job forgetting about bi people in your "why real men want to rape you" post

When you get woke scolded for not saying why bi people should get raped

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Why Real Men Want To Rape You

TW: Misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, rape.

Straight Cis women: because that’s your place. Either god or genetics decided you were born with a hole, and whether or not you like it kind of doesn’t matter at this point. You’re smaller, weaker, and have an organ that can always be opened without your consent, become wet without your consent, and be impregnated without your consent. Your own body doesn’t care about your consent, so why should we?

Gay Cis women: very much the same as above. If you think your preference for women has any bearing on this, you are sorely mistaken. Just like your straight counterparts, your cunts get wet when used by men, so that cute little act you’ve been putting on doesn’t matter. You prefer women? We never cared. Some of you can be corrected to understand their place, others are more stubborn. Even the most mannish, butch cunt is weaker than most men, and is primed by biology to be raped.

Straight Trans women: you rejected your natural strength and dominance to be more feminine. You weakened your body with hormones, and some of you have even removed your cocks to replace them with cunts. All the better. If you don’t want to accept your place amongst us, you should be treated like the woman you want to be. Have fun.

Gay Trans women: not only are you pretending to be a woman, but you have decided you don’t like men. How precious. When your asses or newfashioned cunts are being force fucked to correct you there will be no room for expressing whatever it is you believe yourself to be. You want to be holes? There you have it. You want to be with other holes? Too bad.

Gay Trans men: so you have a hole, and you already like men, but you just have to be a little different, don’t you? You can’t just be a good woman and be happy with being fucked by men but you have to pretend you’re a man too? For what purpose? You’re never going to convince anyone with that hole. You’ll never be complete like us. Just for that insolence, you deserve to be fucked back into place. Still think you’re a man after that? That’s hilarious.

Straight Trans men: did you think we would ever forget what you were born with? You have a hole, so you are a hole. Taking a page out of the butch playbook, growing body hair and facial hair and wearing men’s clothes to try to blend in with us never works. We smell your anxiety. We can’t wait to bend you over the closest surface we find to show you exactly how unconvincing your disguise is, how futile your pathetic efforts are. You deserve all the rape you can get.

Gay Cis men: you were so close. You’re born with the right body, and most of you take care of it remarkably well. But you can’t do your job. You had to turn your gaze at men. You couldn’t even pretend to keep fucking women and hope that you would go unnoticed. Instead, you advertise your inability to tell what a hole is. Well, let’s help you by turning you into one.

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Do you know any other blogs that write similar stories?

Unfortunately no. I started writing mostly because there were fantasies I had that I wanted to read about, but didn’t find. Most of what I follow are visual kink blogs and cute animal blogs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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i was wondering if you could write another story about a trans man (ftm). i'm trans and i need to be shown that all i am is a womb to breed and a hole to fuck when needed.

Of course you little cunt. It’s my pleasure to write the stories that help you see your place.

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Friendship Is Forever

TW: rape, misgendering.

Chris always knew he was lucky. He had everything a young man could ask for. The only son to a wealthy family, he enjoyed indulgences and luxuries his friends couldn’t. When he wanted a toy, he got it. When he struggled at school, he had tutors, and when college came around, money was not even an issue. His parents were highly educated professionals who were as caring and loving as they were open-minded, surprising even their own son with their kindness and acceptance after being told that the daughter they thought they were raising was a boy all along. That day was some years ago, and Chris had become a handsome, intelligent, and mature young man.

He attended a private, expensive university which, unlike his school, was filled with people even wealthier than he was. It was difficult to accustom to the entitled personalities he ran into every day. Still, his first few months of college were amazing, and he was planning a special celebration for the upcoming three-day weekend, as his parents were leaving town. Chris decided to invite his new college friends over for a simple night of pizza, movies and gaming. Among these were Kyle, who was quickly becoming his best friend, Freddie, a relatively new acquaintance, and Jake, an intimidating but quite boorish jock who wasn’t very close to Chris at all, but was a friend of Kyle and Freddie.

As that night arrived, Kyle was the first one to ring the doorbell.

“Hey man! I brought some pizza with me. Sorry I’m a little early.”

“Oh, yeah no problem, come in,” smiled Chris. 

They both went up to Chris’ room, sat down and started watching TV. A few minutes later, Chris got up to use the restroom. Moments later, he heard Kyle say “Hey Chris you got any chips downstairs?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Okay!”

Before Chris could react, Kyle began walking past the door, which had been left slightly ajar. Kyle couldn’t help himself but look.

“Whoa dude are you peeing sitting down?” he laughed.

Chris was red with embarrassment “oh my god shut the door!” 

Enjoying the situation, Kyle simply nudged the door even wider. “Do you always pee sitting down?” He continued, chuckling.

“It’s none of your business!”

Instinctively, Chris rose up to close the door, but caught himself and sat down again.

He was not fast enough.

“Whoa dude, you have a pussy? What the fuck?” Kyle asked amusedly.

Chris signed. “Yeah, I do, I’ll tell you about it later. Just close the door.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” Kyle closed the door.

Chris washed his hands, gathered himself, and went back to his room. Kyle looked up at him.

“Okay so I might as well just say this now because there’s no point ignoring it. Yeah, I’m trans. I’m a trans guy.”

“Yeah okay, that’s cool. Can I see it though?” Kyle said.

“See what? My vagina? No, dude.”

“Come on! No one is here yet, let me just see what it looks like. I wanna see if its different from my girlfriend.” Kyle reached his hand and grabbed Chris’ crotch, squeezing.

Chris pulled away “Kyle I said no man!”

Kyle reached again, pulling Chris’ pant-line down, intently. “What’s the big deal, we’re friends right?”

Chris couldn’t believe himself, but he gave in and let Kyle pull his pants and underwear down.”

“Whoa, yeah that looks exactly like Sarah’s vag!” Kyle exclaimed, and began to touch Chris’ pussy.

“Oh my god you’re wet!” He laughed.

“Kyle no!” Yelled Chris.

“Are you getting turned on by this?” Kyle challenged, shoving away Chris’ hands and continued fingering Chris’ moistening hole.

Chris couldn’t manage a reply. He was at once aroused and outraged. He didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed his friend’s advances.

Kyle moved his attention to Chris’ chest. “Let me see your titts too.”

Chris couldn’t stop Kyle from lifting up his shirt to reveal his binder.

“What’s that?” Kyle asked before attempting to pull it up.

“Just, here,” Chris said, taking it off, knowing he wasn’t going to stop his friend.

“Yeah your titts are just like a girl too, dude,” Kyle said while groping Chris. “Are you sure you’re not a girl?”

“Yeah, I’m very sure,” said Chris.

“That’s so cool,” said Kyle, almost amazed, starting to unzip his pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Chris asked hurriedly.

“I wanna try it out. Let’s test your pussy out and see if it’s like a real girl’s pussy.”

“No Kyle, please,” said Chris as he was pushed down onto his bed.

“Come on just a few minutes, then we can go back to watching TV or something.” 

Kyle pushed his cock, wet with precum after playing with Chris’ pussy and breasts, right into his friend’s vagina. 

“Oh wow you’re really tight!” He said as he began to fuck Chris.

“Please, don’t,” Chris managed to reply, moaning while still pretending to struggle.

Kyle let his weight hold Chris down, and held his arms with his own while he drove deeper and deeper into Chris’ pussy.

“I mean, I’m already here right? So you might as well just enjoy yourself.”

Kyle grabbed Chris’ thighs and pushed them against his abdomen, fucking him forcefully. He accelerated and began to pant when he was about to orgasm.

“Wait! No, pull out!” yelled Chris.

“Come on, don’t be like that!” Kyle replied, bearing his full weight onto Chris’ thighs and plunging his cock as deep as it could go into Chris’ tight, wet cunt, and unloaded. He continued thrusting in satisfaction for a few more moments before pulling out, leaving a stream of cum dripping out of Chris.

“I told you to stop!” Chris wept, still shaking from his own orgasm.

“Hey, I saw you cum too so don’t give me that. You were wet from the beginning.”

Kyle’s phone lit up.

“Oh Freddie’s here.” Kyle paused, “okay I let him know the door was open.”

“Wait, let me get dressed!”

“Haha, don’t worry about it! I already saw this so what does it matter if he does too?”

Chris tried to get up but Kyle teasingly held him down, his dick beginning to harden again. He started to fuck Chris slowly again as the door creaked open.

“Whoa! Wait Chris is a girl?”

“Haha, yeah man! Oops! Uh I mean, kinda? I don’t know honestly.” Said Kyle, trying to explain.

“No I’m not a girl! This is so embarrassing!” Said Chris, beginning to cry again.

“Whatever man,” shrugged Freddie, who stepped toward Chris’ bed, opposite Kyle, and began to grope Chris’ breasts. “You sure feel like a girl! haha”

Freddie didn’t even hesitate to unzip his pants and take out his cock, placing it at Chris’ mouth.

“Hey Chris can you suck dick? That’s what my girlfriend is really good at.”

“No I nev-” Freddie fucked Chris’ mouth before he could finish the sentence.

“Fuck, those are nice soft lips. This is a great party, man!” Freddie laughed, penetrating Chris’ throat while Kyle built up momentum again. Freddie’s thrusting accelerated as he placed his hand around Chris’ throat, pulling it to his pelvis as he drove into him, causing Chris to gag. Freddie came a few moments later, choking Chris with cum, which he began to cough out, to his friends’ amusement.

“Hold on I gotta text Jake about this!” Said Freddie. 

Chris didn’t even bother to struggle.

Kyle and Freddie continued fucking Chris for some time, trading places periodically. Chris didn’t know what to do but lay there and let them have their way with his body. He was cumming more times than he could count, and he had no idea it would feel so good to be taken like this.

Before long, Jake opened the door to Chris’ room.

“Oh you weren’t kidding Chris is a bitch!” Declared Jake.

“Haha yeah man see I wasn’t lying!” Exclaimed Freddy.

Chris attempted to correct them, but Kyle’s penis was making it difficult to talk.

“Okay make space over there, I hope you loosened this cunt up for me!”

Jake took Freddie’s place at Chris’ pussy and started fucking him violently. His massive cock was stretching Chris’ pussy open. Chris screamed in agony and pleasure as Jake’s muscular body drilled him down, tearing him up.

“Let me have this bitch,” Jake gestured, moving Kyle and Freddie away. “Shes all mine now. Go play video games or something.” 

Kyle and Freddie sat down, grabbed some pizza, and started up a game. Jake put a hand on Chris’ throat to stifle his screams and moans as he continued to fuck him into the bed. “This bitch is so fucking loud, haha!” 

Jake allowed Chris a few moments to breathe, slapping him harshly while mercilessly fucking his tight cunt. He let out a loud groan as he pinned Chris down and came into him. 

“Please, just- just keep fucking my pussy! I don’t care what you call me,” whimpered Chris, shivering in ecstasy.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy fucking this whore at school”

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How you'd have your way with my body?

TW: rape, violence, impregnation.

Oh, that’s a great question. Thank you for asking. First, I will order you to do mundane sexual things for me in hopes that you would somehow stand out from the rest of my cows. Maybe you suck cock better than most, or your body is stronger and healthier, or you allow yourself to be degraded in a more pleasing way. I just want to see if you’re special without being told to be so. I would have to immobilize and silence you before realize what a terrible mistake you’ve made by trusting me. Preferably, I wouldn’t have to use excessive violence such as striking your head or severing your Achilles’ tendons. The most likely way would be to have won your trust and to have you restrained as part of a fun kinky session that you wouldn’t expect would go any further. I will take away your senses so as to keep you dumbfounded- play very loud music, remove light sources, plug your ears, apply a black bag or blindfold onto your face, etc. Once that happens, you’re basically mine to use in the immediate sense, so I will lock a permanent collar onto your neck, and use your body as I please. If you had told me you’ve never had anyone in your ass before, this would be the moment I would break that in, just to enjoy you squirming. In your helpless, blinded state, you will suffer some mild torture interspersed with non-painful stimulation in order to keep you unaware and unsure what could happen. You will hear the doors open and two of my enslaved cows will take you and lead you into a breeding stall, in which you will be forced onto all fours. They will treat you kindly and replace the gag, blindfold, restraints, etc with more comfortable ones. Your sense of hearing will be allowed to back to you, and they will whisper softly and reassuringly to you. They will tend to your sore spots or your wounds, depending on how hard it was to restrain you. At this point, I will examine you for contraception: IUD’s will be removed, implants will be cut out, and hormone injections will begin. You’re going to be fertile. I will use you for breeding, I will take your milk, I will take your children, and I will dump you once you’re no longer useful or interesting. Good day :-)

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Nature Always Wins

TW: rape, violence, misogyny, stalking.

Monique never pictured herself being the obedient housewife before. She was a brilliant young lawyer working with an established firm. She married a supportive, kind husband, and her future looked bright. Things changed rather quickly since Joe entered their lives. Monique paused a moment to reflect on how it all went, but her memory was fuzzy, and she lost what little interest she had when she began contemplating that question. A quick slap from Joe’s strong arm reminded her to resume sucking his cock. Her thoughts weren’t so important, anyway.

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When Monique had first begun dating her husband, whose name she no longer remembers, she was always fighting off a nagging feeling of dissatisfaction. She was a rising young lawyer, married to a successful and rich landlord. It was this feeling that had led her to many nights on the town.

Monique danced with her friends, and accepted drink from many strange men who sought to take her home with them, but she never quite had it in herself to cheat on her beloved man. On one of those nights, whilst dancing in a crowded, dark nightclub, she felt large, firm hands grabbing her waist. They turned her around and put her face to face with a handsome man who demanded her full attention. Unlike the many feeble attempts of lesser men, Joe’s presence was inescapable.

Monique could do no less than oblige his request to take her home at the end of the night. Joe parked and opened the door. “Thanks for a great-” Monique said before she was interrupted. “Let me walk you up at least. You’re a bit drunk and I want to see that you make it safe upstairs.” Monique had no energy to argue- or at least, that’s what she told herself to avoid admitting that she was hoping for him to ask. She relented and they both exited the car together.

Not a moment after the door to the stairwell closed behind them, Monique felt Joe’s large arm wrap around her, holding her tightly to him while his other hand began to stuff her mouth with a small napkin. “Try not to make much noise. I just need to get this load out after your constant flirting. Don’t fight me, just let it happen.” Monique’s momentary struggles were ignored and overrided by Joe’s strength. He bent her arms behind her back, planted his leg between hers, and set her off balance, holding her himself from falling. Any attempt to escape would simply result in her falling to the floor. With Monique’s feeble delaying out of the way, Joe focused on stripping her. He succeeded in ripping and hiking the dress over her ass and under her breasts, and immediately penetrated her dripping cunt by moving her thong to the side. Monique could not contain herself and let out a muffled moan, intermixed with a half-hearted yell. She was never so powerless in her life. She was completely terrified- her paralyzing horror punctuated by moments of exhilaration. Her body worked against her as it built toward orgasm, twitching around Joe’s rutting erection.

None of this even registered to Joe, who used his complete grip on Monique’s body to manipulate her into a mere sex toy. She couldn’t move. Instead, he used her body to get himself off. Her participation was superfluous, and even more so, her consent. Monique could feel Joe grind his seed into her as he relieved himself. Letting her fall to the floor, he simply laughed to himself, zipped his pants closed, and walked back to his car.

The next morning, Monique received a text from an unknown number that read: “I’ll be there in 2 hours. Don’t make me have to find you.” Monique realized that by the time she had read it, the two hours had almost passed. She hurriedly sent back a series of texts asking who this was, what they mean, and threatening to call the police. She knew who sent the text- she must have given Joe her number on their way back. Her husband at work, Monique felt shivers run down her spine when she heard the loud knocks on her door. The knocks came again, and again. Finally, in utter shock, she heard the ominous turns of a key, and saw the door handle swing. Joe let himself in and shut the door. “A lot can happen when you let a man have his way with you in the stairwell,” Joe said smugly, dangling Monique’s keys.

Monique tried to scream, but in her shock, she breath caught in her throat and no sound came out. Not wasting a moment, Joe simply walked toward her, held her by the neck, and took off her shorts. “I never had a pussy so good and tight. I’m going to have to make you my bitch.” “I’m married!” Monique countered, with eyes wide with fear and self-pity. “Oh don’t worry. That soft little boy will have his uses too.” Holding her, he walked her toward a wall and pinned her body to it. With a free hand, he lifted her leg and shoved his throbbing erection into her. “You’re so fucking wet, just like last night. You really want this, don’t you, slut?” Monique’s mind bounced back and forth between fear, ecstasy, grief, guilt, and overwhelming obedience. She didn’t know what was happening, but everything Joe did seemed at once dangerous and desirable. She really did want him to take her, but she couldn’t reconcile that.

Joe fucked another load into her, pummeling Monique’s pelvis into the wall. He hadn’t stopped fucking her hours later when her husband finally walked through the door and stood there in shock, seeing Joe fucking his bent-over wife. Joe made constant eye contact with him and simply commanded: “close the door, and walk over here.” Tears streamed down his face as he inexplicably obeyed, reassured by Monique’s voice. “Just do what he says, baby.” Joe had been fucking Monique into submission, putting her in an orgasmic trance.

“Your wife tells me your name is Bradley. Listen, Bradley, I’m the new man in your house. I want you to look down and tell me what you see.” Looking down, with tears still flowing, Bradley complied in a shaking voice: “you’re fucking my wife.” “Good. Focus on this, Bradley. I want you to burn this moment into your mind forever, because this is who you are now. Repeat after me: I will never touch my wife again.” “I will never touch my wife again.” “Good. Bradley, I want you to kneel near your wife’s ass, then I’m going to need you to take my cock out of her pussy, and wipe your tears with it.” Bradley looked up at Joe’s stern face as if to ask for mercy, and yet he too felt the need to obey. He kneeled down and took Joe’s massive cock out of his wife’s pulsing, hungry cunt, and wiped his face with it.

“Good boy,” said Joe, before suddenly and forcefully ramming his cock into Monique’s unsuspecting asshole, eliciting wild screams of pain from her, and protestations from Bradley. Unaffected, Joe simply gripped Monique’s waist with near-crushing strength and pushed in even harder, forcing his dick to part Monique’s bleeding asshole and sink in, inch by inch, accompanied by screams and yelps of agony. Reaching the base of his cock, Joe paused. “No one has ever done this to her, have they? I can tell. This is your lesson: I can and I will do whatever I want with my property, and that’s exactly what you both are now.”

Monique’s mind was brought to its breaking point with pain, but then Joe began to fuck her ass vigorously, pushing her over the edge. She felt all of her thoughts disappear as she stopped resisting. Her mind popped into nothing, and she knew she was being turned into a cock-hungry servant. After a few minutes, Joe pulled out his throbbing dick from Monique’s battered, gaping asshole.

Addressing Bradley, all Joe said was “open.” He held his hair and thrust the full length of his cock into Bradley’s trembling throat. Holding Bradley’s head in place and fucking his mouth, Joe let Bradley’s gagging contractions milk his cock, sending pulse after pulse of thick semen into his neck, eliciting yet more gagging and coughing. Satisfied, Joe took his cock out of Bradley’s stunned and straining face, and slapped him into the floor to choke, cough and gasp.

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Crime and Punishment

TW: torture, rape, misogyny, patriarchy, impregnation.

Kami’s legs trembled. Her feet bled and bruised. Her gut wrenched. Her breath streamed in and out of her chest.

She made the wrong bet when she chose to escape from her home rather than present to the local municipal administration when her name was selected for the national breeding program.

The program was instituted to stem the tide of population decline. The government tapped its records for young daughters from particularly fertile families and recruited them for life-long service as prime national breeders, inseminated by a pool of selected bulls, many of whom were men of wealth and industry, as well as government bureaucrats and some highly decorated soldiers.

The breeding program proved effective and had been expanded in recent years. Breeding females were expected to give up their bodies and their lives for their country. Many did not last a full lifetime, their bodies giving out due to perpetual pregnancies brought on by frequent inseminations and innovative hormonal treatments which accelerated their metabolism and enhanced their fertility. Their shortened lifespan was a small price to pay, according to an overwhelming national consensus. Failure to comply with the program was met with extremely harsh punishment.

Kami was about to discover the nature of this punishment. Even with her head-start, she could hear the dogs howling as they chased. They weren’t too far, and Kami could not keep this up for much longer. Stumbling and falling after running through the forest for hours, she was finally cornered by growling, salivating hounds. The whistles of their trainers kept them from making a gruesome meal of Kami’s young body. She did not hear the tranquilizing dart they shot in the back of her neck. She was picked up and returned to the city.

Kami awoke in a prison processing room, where both routine and special interrogations were performed on prisoners. A bright, blinding light assaulted her eyes as one of the guards slapped her face harshly. Kami cried out and began to weep. “Quiet!” said one of the officers, as a guard slammed his fist into her soft abdomen, squashing her cries into silent whimpers. She could not believe that policemen were capable of treating a woman with such brutality.

“Much better,” said the same officer. “Suspect 6294, would you care to explain why you chose to break the law by attempting to escape your draft into the national breeding program?”

Kami struggled to even breathe, let alone answer a question. All she said was “I… I d-” before being cut off by the interrogator. “Don’t bother. I was only asking in jest. Truly, there is no value in your motives. Your family has already been punished in accordance with the law. Your parents and brother are now government-owned workers who will spend the rest of their lives in labor camps and factories. Your sisters- they’ve been drafted.”

He clicked a button beneath the desk at which he stood, and the large monitor on the wall played live footage from a security camera at one of the breeding camps. Her sisters were being raped, side by side. Suddenly, one man walked in front of them and pointed to the camera. Both of them looked directly at Kami with tears streaming from their eyes and a pained expression in their faces. They damned her with guilt.

Kami cried in anguish upon seeing this, before being slapped silent once more.

“As for you,” the officer continued, “we’re going to make sure you don’t pose any more danger to society. Evading a national draft is a crime of high treason, and you’re going to suffer capital punishment.”

Kami’s mind raced in terror. “Are they really going to kill me over this?!” A man in a surgical suit walked into the room, holding a syringe. Kami saw her death at the end of the needle. She began to beg for forgiveness when the needle was stuck into her neck. Her world went black.

— Kami woke up with a jolt. Her heart was racing. She realized she had been slapped awake. “You are at a military facility. You’re going to serve your sentence here as a breeder and stress-relief animal. Don’t think you’ve gotten off easy. Most girls don’t last very long here.”

She was in a dark room that smelled of sweat and urine. She hung from the ceiling in a harness, her legs held apart, unable to move in any meaningful way.

“It’s 4 AM. That means it’s the start of your first day here at the barracks. Enjoy the rest of your life.”

The officer walked out as another man walked in. He looked like a janitor. He held a hose up to Kami and turned a small spigot, causing an icy jet of water to spray her body.

Kami screamed in sudden agony as she was forcefully washed and scrubbed in freezing water. A few moments later, the water was turned off. The janitor spun the spigot again, and this time scalding-hot water was unleashed onto Kami’s trembling skin, turning it red with heat.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!” she screamed, but no response came. The burning water kept coming as the man scrubbed her body roughly and hurriedly. After a few minutes which lasted an eternity, he turned off the water.

Picking up a long tube attached to a funnel, the guard returned to Kami.

“Open,” he said curtly, and then viciously punched Kami in her stomach. She yelled out and swung backward in her harness before being held in place by the man. “Open,” he said again, slapping her face. Confused, Kami opened her mouth slowly. Not a moment later, the janitor placed two fingers to the back of her throat and depressed her tongue, and began forcing the tube down her throat. Kami choked and coughed, but the pressure was unrelenting. Every twitch of pain and discomfort only served to bring the pipe deeper into her pharynx. When he had finally forced the tube as far down as it could go, the janitor said “swallow.” Kami did all she could to obey. The tube bruised her throat as it was still being shoved in forcefully, and when Kami swallowed, it suddenly squeezed past her throat and into her esophagus. Kami’s eyes widened in terror as the full length of the tube was fully sunk into her chest, with the funnel sticking into her mouth. Kami twitched, unable to breathe, and felt nothing but pain as he throat painfully worked against her, feebly gagging and retching in an attempt to expel the foreign object, but to no effect.

The man poured a cool mixture of fluid and small solids into the funnel, force-feeding Kami her first meal in what will be an unending ordeal for the rest of her life.

When he finished, the janitor roughly pulled the funnel and tube out of Kami’s body, exacerbating her pain and causing her to vomit the last bit of her meal.

“Good morning,” was all he said as he took his tools and left.

Immediately, the soldiers began walking into the room, cocks already hard, ready to use their newly installed toy. They circled around her. Kami felt hands and fingers groping and digging all over her body, and began to weep. Their force intensified as her nipples were painfully tugged, pulled, twisted and pinched. Her breasts were being crushed and bruised by the groping of the hardened hands of trained killers.

The first punch came from behind her, landing between her ribs. Kami screamed. The second, from the side, smashing her liver.

She felt their cocks wriggling forcefully into her ass and pussy as the soldiers laughed in amusement at her suffering.

Most girls don’t last very long here.

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Trophy Wife, Part 3

TW: rape, mind control, arranged marriage, patriarchy, bimbofication, body modification.

Cassie felt the changes in her body fairly quickly, before her stomach had begun to swell and grow with child. The increased weight of her baby along with her engorged breasts made it even more difficult to carry out her work.

James took pleasure from casually dropping objects or spilling drinks on the floor, only to order his bloated and obedient wife to strain and pick up after him.

Cassie’s inflated body somehow seemed to make her master even more horny than before, as he took every chance to intercept and bend her over during the day. Seemingly aroused by Cassie’s increased discomfort in her unbalanced form, James fucked her even more furiously and aggressively than he had before. After relieving himself into her, he enjoyed squeezing Cassie’s bloated breasts roughly and painfully, slapping her ass and face until his hand reddened.

“Thank you, darling” was a common way for him to announce that he was momentarily finished with her. It never failed to elicit excited giggles and nods from his smiling pet.

Her first birth was rather quick. Barnes had taken care of the affair entirely. After delivering the child, Barnes sewed up Cassie’s vagina, which was torn and stretched. “Make her tighter than she’s ever been. I want to fuck her like she was a virgin again,“ James instructed.

Cassie felt the stitches pull her sore pussy together, and though the pain was exquisite, she blushed and smiled when James commended Barnes’ handiwork.

After a short bonding period, her new baby was pried away and given to a wetnurse to be raised and cared for.

“Let’s not waste any bit of that milk!” James had told her the first time he attached powerful suckers to her breasts, leaving them on her for hours.

The suckers worked continuously, milking her breasts ruthlessly and efficiently. James made sure she wore them every day, as he enjoyed his milk, first thing every morning.

Periodically, and often unannounced, Barnes would inject her with something which seemed to induce her milk production and increase the size of her breasts even more. It also restarted her menstruation forcefully, causing her to bleed and cramp in response to each injection.

“There’s my beautiful cow,” James began to quip at her. Cassie’s inner mind wondered in horror if that is what she was being turned into all along.

Before her body had fully recovered from her first birth, James returned to fucking her pussy as he did before. Cassie yelped in pain as James forced his cock into her again for the first time in weeks. “Oh, that’s good,” he announced in pleasure before starting to pump forcefully, ignoring Cassie’s winces and gasps as he painfully fucked her tightened, wet hole.

After climaxing into Cassie’s cervix, he slapped her around and left her to recover.

“Thank you, darling.”

Cassie understood the new routine. She was being impregnated again. “He’s… he’s breeding me! That’s all I am now. A cow to be milked and fucked.” Cassie’s despondent mind watched helplessly as her body smiled and giggled at an increasingly ruthless and aggressive master, who did nothing but use her body to its fullest capacity.

It wasn’t long before Cassie was with child again. And again, and again.

Cassie could not remember how many birthing cycles she had been through when the fateful day came that she was unable to sustain another pregnancy. Her body, overworked by her huge titts which have been milked to exhaustion, daily repetitive chores which caused her joints to ache, and reproductive organs pushed to their maximal use, finally gave out. She could not make a child when James fucked her again.

One day, Cassie awoke in strange surroundings. She was at some sort of party. The attendees were well-dressed, sitting and staring at her in bemusement. As she came to her senses, she realized that she was on a stage. She was collared, with Barnes holding the leash. James stood next to her, speaking to the guests through a microphone.

“And there she is! Those sedatives are quite the drug!” The audience laughed.

“This is my newest cow, Cassie. She will be the new entertainment. She’s been fully modified and is entirely obedient, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Cassie smiled at James and nodded at the crowd, giggling.

“Please enjoy yourselves!”

Barnes handed the reins to the first guest who approached the stage. Cassie noticed James and his butler turn and walk away, and overheard them speak about another auction.

“Cassie, be a good girl and open your mouth for me,” said the older, obese man holding her leash. The audience watched with excitement as he took his cock from his pants, held it it in place as she obediently opened her mouth. “Suck,” was all he said when he began to urinate. Before Cassie’s mind could reel in disgust, she was sucking and slurping at the man’s gushing penis.

The crowd laughed and applauded, and once the man was finished, he handed the leash to the next guest in line.

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Trophy Wife, Part 2

TW: rape, mind control, arranged marriage, patriarchy, bimbofication, body modification.

Cassie enthusiastically sucked and worshipped her master’s cock until he burst into her mouth. As her inner self reeled in disgust, Cassie lapped up and swallowed all her husband gave her. Finally, grabbing her by the hair, James forced his penis deeply into her throat, thrusting and using Cassie’s choking convulsions to milk the last drops of cum out of his cock.

Cassie giggled and sucked in her thumb as she watched her pleased master breathe deeply in satisfaction.

“Let’s teach you your new chores.”

Thus began the mental rape which was to be Cassie’s married life. Her body hostage to a servile, bubbly idiot whilst her mind remained conscious and horrified, yet completely powerless.

Every day, Cassie would begin her day as her husband’s personal sex toy, before doing household chores and preparing food. In the evenings, she sucked his cock while he enjoyed dinner, presented her holes to be used at his pleasure, and did any and all things he commanded her to do.

The routine was broken one day, when her master announced that he was going to begin changing a few things about her. First, her clothes were replaced by maid’s clothes, trashy, revealing outfits, garish shoes and make-up, and pink lipstick. She was commanded to make use of these items every day, to her mental dismay at the sheer crassness of her new image.

Then, one day, while her ass was being used, she noticed Barnes approach her, holding a needle. She made no protest as he inserted it into her neck, and put her into a deep stupor.

“We’re going to have to do something about those breasts, dear wife. You want to be attractive and beautiful, don’t you?”

Cassie nodded, managing to smile as she drooled. James nodded to his man as Barnes began rubbing her breasts with alcohol wipes, and placed her over a new mattress. By the time she saw the scalpel, she was completely paralyzed.

Barnes cut deeply into each breast, splaying it in half, injecting antiseptic to prevent infection. He pushed enormous silicone bags into the skin of her breasts, sewing them shut. “She’s going to need some time to heal fully and let the skin recover,” he told James.

“Wait, her lips as well.”

In a short moment, Barnes produced a needle which he inserted into Cassie’s bottom lip, inflating it to a near ridiculous proportion with botox. He then did the same with the upper lip.

“Perfect, thank you, Barnes."

James had a satisfied look as Barnes left the room. Cassie was reeling in pain. “Go back to your chores, dear. I expect you to finish all of them.”

Cassie waddled to the kitchen in order to clean the dishes. Her gigantic breasts now stretched to her waist, causing her back and her chest to go sore. She looked like a subhuman sex puppet, with swollen and disproportionate lips and breasts. Her inner mind was disgusted, but all she could do is giggle at her reflection in the window and softly tug st her nipples. Her breasts bumped into the counter and did not allow her easy access to the sink. Cassie smiled as she navigated the new challenge she was given, and happily scrubbed and washed every dish.

While she was still working, James bent her over the counter and penetrated her.

“One last thing, darling! I am taking you off of birth control. Let’s put that womb to good use! Be a good girl and squeeze daddy’s cock!”

Overtaken with excitement, Cassie clamped down on her husband’s penis in order to give him maximum pleasure. He began pumping her vigorously while caressing her new, still-bruised breasts.

As he climaxed, Cassie felt a rush of happiness and excitement, immediately orgasming in unison with her master in order to become pregnant.

“We’re going to make good use of that womb, aren’t we?” Cassie nodded.

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Trophy Wife

TW: rape, mind control, arranged marriage, patriarchy, bimbofication, body modification.

It was Cassie’s 18th birthday. Her family will expect her to sign her contract today. The ruthless economic situation faced by the vast majority of the population, even in Britain, meant that the new accommodation, which goes by the Dowry Law, is a very appealing opportunity for social mobility. For Cassie’s family, it was an opportunity they could not ignore.

The law requires that a woman consent to an auction by official signature if she is single and of marriageable age. Cassie has been groomed for just this moment by her eager family. They raised a healthy, intelligent, and beautiful woman on whom hung their hopes for a better life. Even though it would be Cassie’s hand which wields the pen, she knew that it was her family who was truly signing that document. She was terrified of being married off to a man whom she did not know, but she was even more worried about the retaliation and ostracism she would face if she disappointed her family.

And so, on the day of her 18th birthday, Cassie signed the paper which bound her legally to a man who offered the highest dowry to her family. With her impeccable credentials, she was sure to fetch a high prize: Cassie was tall, fair-featured, had ample breasts and an athletic physique sure to attract any suitor. Additionally, Cassie was an excellent student who earned top marks on her exams, and this was seen as an attractive quality to husbands who thought of employing their new wife as an accountant or secretary. Most importantly, she was a confirmed virgin. Without delay, she was spirited off to an auction block where she, along with other eligible bachelorettes, were presented to an audience of potential husbands.

Paraded naked on a large stage, with cameras flashing in her eyes, it did not take long for Cassie to be claimed by an attractive, wealthy new husband. From then on, the next few months were a blur. Her marriage ceremony was held in short order, and her family did not seem to express one ounce of hesitation as they said their hurried goodbyes to her, sending her off to her new life as a trophy wife.

James was a handsome and charming man, and by all accounts, Cassie was relieved to have been picked out by him, of all potential suitors. Even though she was legally his property, he treated her with warmth, kindness and respect. She wondered what it was that possessed him to offer the high dowry he offered for her hand.

His estate was gorgeous, commanded by a large mansion. “Welcome to your new home, darling,” he told her, as they entered the gate. Beautiful and imposing, the house was only occupied by James and one butler, an older man in James’ employ, named Barnes. James remarked that Barnes was the only man he trusted.

“He will bring your luggage, beautiful. Come with me.” He motioned to her, and led her to the master bedroom. Shutting the door as soon as they entered, James held Cassie firmly and kissed her. She stiffened a bit, but then relaxed. For all her apprehension, Cassie was aroused by her new surroundings, and she was profoundly seduced by James’ class and charm. His breath was light and pleasant-smelling. His grip on her tightened, as he began to remove her clothing. The wedding gown nearly torn off, he held her by the hair as he removed her bra, and commanded her to get out of her underwear. Cassie was pushed on the bed and gasped as James was over her.

Being a virgin, Cassie never felt so aroused and excited, but she was also intimidated and uncertain. Before she could say “wait,” James’ cock was inside her. Stretching and widening, Cassie could only yelp pathetically as pain began to punctuate her pleasure. Seeming to notice, James was only emboldened, and accelerated his thrusts into her tight, grasping vagina. He settled on a rhythm when Cassie began to convulse in her very first orgasm.

Her ecstasy was cut short by the abrupt knocking on the bedroom door. With a strong hold on her, James replied, “come in, Barnes.” Paralyzed with shock and discomfort, Cassie could only watch as Barnes walked toward them, a white towel over his forearm supporting several implements.

“She’s secure, Barnes.” Nodding to James, the experienced man introduced a mouthpiece into Cassie’s gaping face. She thrashed and bit, and was swiftly slapped by Barnes, who possessed strength beyond what his age and frame suggested. “I would advise you not to resist, dove.” Cassie’s face reddened as she opened her mouth in compliance, with tears streaming down the sides of her beautiful face.

The mouthpiece was a gag with an open center, essentially forcing Cassie’s mouth open and preventing her from biting down. Barnes clamped the mouthpiece into place before taking a funnel and fitting it through the center of her gag. White with fear, Cassie watched as Barnes began to unscrew the top of a small bottle containing a clear liquid.

“A full dose, Barnes.” Nodding, the butler firmly stabilized Cassie’s face as he poured the contents of the bottle down her throat. It was strongly odorous and very bitter to the taste, and Cassie began to thrash again. But with James’ hands on her neck and Barnes slapping her a few more times, she relented to her fate: if she did not swallow whatever it was they were forcing into her mouth, she would choke. Cassie gulped, and gulped, and gulped.

Cassie felt her muscles tense as she drank the strange fluid. Her mind was similarly seized and devastated by a strong sense of pressure and shock. Cassie felt her mind change, but she could not tell how, or what.

“That’s it, dear wife, that’s it. Now you will be the perfect little servant, won’t you?”

Cassie felt herself nod without hesitation.

“You’re going to be a good girl, now, won’t you?” Cassie felt herself blush, smile, and nod again. How is this happening?! I’m not able to control my body!

Barnes loosened the mouthpiece and left the room.

“Why don’t you come and suck daddy’s cock, Cassie?”

Like a trained dog, she responded with eagerness, delighted to please her new master. Cassie slobbered over James’ cock as her own consciousness watched in complete and utter horror.

“Yes, just like that. You’re such a good little girl.”

Cassie’s pussy wettened and began to leak in response to his praise. Her mind completely dislodged, Cassie was replaced by an eager, horny and obedient pet.

“What a great wife you’ll be!”

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Patriarchy Is Legalized

TW: rape, groping, patriarchy, impregnation.

These were strange times indeed. The Family Defense and Promotion law was passed last night almost unanimously by a congress dominated by the new and aggressive Gentlemen’s Party. A complete attack on women’s rights, the bill legalized kidnapping, rape and forced marriage of any woman by any man who could reasonably argue that his aim was simply to start a family. The bill protects married women, which it termed “owned female units,” and redefined a married woman as necessarily the property of her husband. This was just a month after the equally degrading “Communal Access” law was passed, which allows any man to grope, undress, harass and restrain any unowned woman who lived in his vicinity, and the Act of Female Suppression, which mandated that all communications services were illegal for women to use, systematically isolating and disempowering them.

Shelby was astonished and horrified when she saw the voting happen live on TV. “What am I going to do?” She thought, weeping. “Should I even keep going to school tomorrow? Will it be safe?“

Shelby remembered very recently when she had asked herself this same question, and the rude awakening she had the moment she stepped out of her house: the mailman helping himself to a generous groping of her body, his breath heavy and musky as he slid his hand into her bra. The neighbor passing by and slapping her on the ass. The policeman blocking her car until she got out, stripped and paraded for him on the street. It was a nightmare she would rather forget had ever happened.

“No- I could have maybe expected the harassment, but these men in my community have known me since I was a girl. They would never actually rape me. They would never cross that line!”

Confident and bold as ever, Shelby got up early the following morning, put on her make-up, and looking her best and bravest, went out to go to her class.

Her walk to class was quiet and uneventful. For a long moment, she felt regret and guilt for having even worried about her safety. She should have known to trust the men in her life to protect her and treat her with respect. “Stupid! I knew I had nothing to even worry about.”

Shelby’s classes were also uneventful, and she had forgotten all about her earlier worries as the day winded down.

Shelby was walking into the library, holding her notebooks against her chest. She entered one of the isles when she felt hands grab her sides and wheel her around and into a small table.

She was pinned down as she heard the man unbuckle his belt. Without a word, the man shoved her again in the back of her neck before he began to cut into her pants with a pair of scissors.

“No squirming, now, darling. You don’t need to get cut for me to have fun with you.”

“Dr. Jones?!”

It was her favorite professor! “NO!” She thought, “NO! It can’t be him!!”

Shelby began to cry in shock as her professor, who had been her model and mentor for as long as she had been a student, ripped off her underwear and slid his cock inside her.

“You were always my favorite student, Shelby. Not only were you smart and attentive, but you were ever so charming and beautiful.”

He grabbed her by her flanks as he smashed his penis into her now sore and cramping vagina. Abnormally large, he was stretching her pussy to its last capacity.

When he finally ejaculated into her, he said “I was watching and hoping that bill would pass, and I was filled with thoughts of you, Shelby.”

Dr. Jones produced an intimidating computerized collar and wrapped it around her neck, staring right into her terrified eyes; the collar automatically registers a woman as an owned unit with the authorities, allowing her location to be monitored at all times and giving her proprietor instant life-and-death control over her. “Let’s finish this at home, with you as my new property. My wife can cook and clean while you continue to give me children.”

Shelby began to thrash violently, but he cruelly held her in place and waited for her to tire and surrender, before easily clicking the collar shut.

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A Good Cow

TW: kidnapping, rape, violence, mind control, impregnation.

The last thing she remembered was walking to her dorm from the bar crawl. Chelsea was out with her friends, enjoying the first night of a long weekend. It was a much-needed respite from her intense student life. Chelsea was the model college girl: she was smart, hard-working, charming and assertive. She even had the time to fit in ballet and yoga classes into her schedule. Her plan was simple- as far as she could remember, she wanted to be a lawyer. Now, all she could hope for is to survive.

She could feel her hands and legs tied together. She still had a dark leather mask over her face, which was the first thing they clamped onto her when they took her from her university. Chelsea was on her side on the floor of a van. She couldn’t tell for how long she had been transported and knew even less how long it would be before they would arrive.

Most of all, Chelsea could only hear that damnable music playing over and over in the earphones of her mask. A simple, innocent and boring tune, played on repeat for what seemed like an eternity. It was the main reason she could not remember what happened or where she was. It was driving her mad. Played at a teasingly low volume, the music became the only thing she heard.

Chelsea has lost all sense of hope and time when the vehicle finally came to a stop. That music in her ears almost masked the sounds of men, and the loud swinging of the doors behind her. She was gruffly lifted up and thrown over a man’s shoulder.

It was in a strange, factory farm warehouse that she was thrown down and untied. A man removed the locks on her face mask and tore it away. It was jarring, as if he had just fired a gun next to her ear. The ceiling lights all but blinded Chelsea as she struggled to appreciate her situation.

“Welcome to your new home, cow. Your number is 4796. Remember,” said a kindly-looking man in front of her.

“Wha-” was all she could ask before the large guard next to him delivered a punch directly into her gut. It knocked the breath out of her. Chelsea keeled over and cried from the pain.

“Cows don’t have to talk. If you had only let me finish, I would have told you that.” The man continued: “you were Chelsea Taylor Brooks when we took you, and now you are?”

Chelsea looked at him with mixed confusion and outrage. She took a moment to answer when the same guard flipped on his shock baton and jammed it into her bruising stomach.

“AAAAHHHH!” She screamed. She had never felt so much pain.

“4796.” The kindly man said again. “I did ask you to remember. In the future you will learn to obey every order you are given. We will make sure of that.”

“Your old name is gone along with everything else you knew before coming here. Your life, your dreams, your relationships, and your identity are over. It would be best for you not to resist these changes as it would make your new life here on the farm much easier. It would follow that I should assure you that you will never leave the farm or know anything outside of its boundaries. This is your new world, and we are its owners.”

Chelsea wanted to ask “who? And why? And how?” But her recent lessons still throbbed in her belly, so she simply continued to cry.

“Let’s begin the tour.” The kindly man said. He flicked his fingers, and two young women approached from behind her to gently lift her by the shoulder and help her to walk. “Do try to keep pace!” He added, as the guard prodded one of the helper girls with the baton, prompting her to bounce forward and giggle.

The doors of the warehouse swung open as the bright sunlight gradually revealed what seemed like an idyllic, beautiful countryside, with white fences and peaceful farmhouses. A hint of calm made its way into her mind.

They began to walk and explore as the man continued, “we serve the finest products to the most powerful people in the world. To this end we have created a place where our chattel lives healthily and happily. We are self-sufficient and completely undetectable. Even the police in the nearby cities is in our employ. They ensure that we are never in short supply of cattle and trap what few escape attempts we have had to deal with when we began this operation. Be sure again that you will never leave this place.”

As they walked, Chelsea could see beautiful women working the fields and orchards. Some wore different uniforms, but almost all of them were naked. Male overseers were interspersed wherever she looked.

“Our cattle performs all of the manual labor of running and feeding the rest of the farm. There are strict job descriptions for every cow we recruit and raise here. Besides work, each cow is expected to maintain a healthy and desirable form using the gymnasia at our facility. In addition, we also have clothing stores and body salons in which cows can beautify themselves for the needs of our clients.” He paused and turned to her. “You, my dear, will not be working. We have selected you for the top position in the farm.”

They walked into what seemed like a medical clinic. Here, she once again heard the strange music from the drive- it put her at ease. Suddenly, she was grabbed and hoisted atop a gynecologist’s bench, with her legs placed in each holder by the helper girls.

“Who are you?”

“4796!”

“That’s a good cow.”

An odd and profound sense of accomplishment flooded Chelsea’s mind, intensified by the music. “No!” She thought “I’ve been kidnapped! I’ve been beaten! I can’t allow this to feel good!” But Chelsea couldn’t help it. She loved the approval she received when complying.

“We didn’t bring you here for an examination, 4796. Normally, this would be the case, but you were a special, expedited order.”

She tilted her head in confusion and curiosity.

“You’ve been examined while drugged, when we first took you. We gave you a full medical and a complete cosmetic treatment. For all intents and purposes, you are a finished product, except for your mental conditioning. That will have to begin now, while the customer uses you.”

Chelsea’s face changed into an imperative and interrogative posture, but she subdued that urge with a now strengthening urgency.

“Begin reprogramming, and bring in Mr. Black.”

The two helpers gently clamped her legs onto the holders and spread them apart, while the brawny guard jammed the black mask onto her face and began clamping it shut.

Chelsea struggled momentarily in response to the discomfort, and immediately felt the charged baton ram into her spine, immobilizing her with pain.

“Don’t worry, we make sure to never permanently damage any of our products. I can’t say the same for pain, however.”

The mask played the same simple, droning music that gradually became an inescapable beat inside of her mind. Without warning, images began to play on a small screen directly in front of her eyes inside of the mask. The colors danced bright and playful, and Chelsea began to notice small flashes of images in between the kaleidoscopic display. Women on all-fours. A woman breastfeeding. A woman embracing her pregnant belly. And phrases informing her of her new role. They flashed so quickly that she did not remember if she saw or imagined any of them. The simple music began to amplify and she began hearing different sounds- static, interspersed with whispers and commands.

A distant voice said “this is an educational tool made to train you into your new role. You are going to be used for breeding. Our clients pay a lot of money for healthy, curated surrogates with good pedigrees, and yours was truly remarkable, 4796. When the order came in, we put you on an accelerated course.”

“The intensified reprogramming will either make you a serviceable and cooperative cow, or it will break your mind into a thousand pieces in a painful process we call ‘hypnotic dissonance.’ You will be bred in either case, but for your sake, I hope you take well to your reprogramming. Good luck.”

Chelsea did not hear the man and the guard leave, nor the customer enter and be serviced by the two helpers.

Chelsea began to scratch and claw at her armrests, convulse and shake on the comfortable table she was lain on.

Somehow, despite her sight and hearing cannibalizing the processing and cognitive functions of her brain, she managed to feel the customer lay his hands on her thighs. She helplessly felt his thumb press onto her clitoris. She moistened with barely a protest, and though she was shaking fearfully, she felt an irresistible pleasure when he introduced his cock into her gushing vagina.

The words “that’s a good cow” ran in 4796’s mind as she fell into a state of ease and compliance. Not merely content to become a mother, she felt exhilaration to have been found useful and pleasing. “Good cow.” That was her purpose now. She was desperate to satisfy and obey. She felt her mind yield to the images and the music as it began to erase her memories. Her priorities were changing quickly and without her awareness.

She felt the client climax and fill her with seed, and instinctively initiated an intense orgasm, her cervix bobbing back and forth to receive and gather up the cum.

She could not tell how long she was strapped down and fucked. She could not even recount how long after she remained in her mask. All she remembered were flashes: her stomach becoming heavier, her breasts growing larger, a tube forced down her throat to satisfy her hunger.

4796 was a good cow.

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A Cow Was Born

TW: rape, body modification, impregnation.

He was the greatest thing that ever happened to her. Tall, handsome, and muscular, he was the most attentive, caring, and kind boyfriend she could imagine. It was their first-year anniversary, and his idea of celebrating it was some much-needed R&R at his family’s mountain retreat. It was a good 8-hour drive from the city, with clear skies and crisp, clean air. She couldn’t wait.

She decided to express her gratitude along the way by stroking and sucking his cock as he drove. With her petite stature, no other drivers could even see her head bobbing up and down. It made the whole thing go by a little faster, and her man was all the happier for it.

When they got to the property, she was taken aback by its size and its recent construction. It was gorgeous. That mountain home must have cost millions. She knew his family was rich but she never ventured to guess just how much. It dawned on her just how lucky she was to meet this man so early in college. He just one year her senior, always seemed to have a plan for the both of them.

“Here, give me your phone!” He said, smiling. “No disruptions from the outside world. This is our time, now.” She sent a quick text out to her friend and promptly handed her phone over, and watched her boyfriend turn it off and put it in his bag.

They walked in and took a quick shower. She wanted to fuck right then but he stopped her. “No, I have a little surprise waiting!” A surprise? She couldn’t wait. She finished up and went right after him with just her towel on.

He was just ahead of her, and she followed him downstairs into his bedroom. “Not here, hehe.” He opened a side door to a dark little hide-out. “You go first!” She complied. She took her third or fourth slow step in when she felt the needle in the back of her neck. “OWW!” She instinctively yelled out “WHAT ARE YOU-” was the only thing she managed to follow with as she felt the second needle enter her back, and another just above her ass. Her voice lost all coherence as her protestations devolved into indistinct moans and labored breaths.

Immediately, she felt her muscles give out, as he steadily forced her down onto a board. A fever engulfed her entire body as he clamped her feet to chains behind her. She started to sweat, and noticed her hands being locked into manacles. She felt every orifice in her body- her eyes tearing up, her mouth drooling, her vagina leaked, as he pushed his cock into her without a word.

In her abject terror, it felt like nothing ever did before. She noticed every fiber in her being stretch and rock and sway with his motions. Overheated and wet from sweating, she began to orgasm uncontrollably as he drove his dick as far into her as her body allowed. She could only let out more formless moans before he paused to explain his big surprise.

“I’ve been planning this for months, my love. Remember how we used to talk about having children some day?”

She moaned.

“Well, that’s all you will be doing now. I have enhanced your fertility so that you will ovulate three or four eggs at a time. I’m going to give you so many triplets, quadruplets... maybe even quintuplets if you are extra responsive to these drugs!”

Her breasts began to leak out drops of milk as she felt the fever change them too. He quickly attached powerful hydraulic suckers to each of her nipples. As he turned on the machine, it whirred silently as it began to pump out her milk into a clear container. It was some of the most intense pain she had ever experienced. She felt as if her breasts were about to burst with milk, and yet the pain was still somehow exciting.

She moaned loudly in half-protest and half-pleasure.

“Oh, don’t you worry about your birth control, honey. I replaced your pills with placebos a few months ago. You’re as fertile as you can be!”

It couldn’t be happening to her. What about her plans to finish school? And how would she be able to explain anything to her family?

She began to weep.

“Oh, baby, I thought this would be a happy surprise!” He quipped as he kept pumping her. “Don’t worry about everyone else. They’re no longer a part of your life. No one knows where this place is but me! You’ll be here as my darling brood mare and no one will interfere with that.”

What?! She was never going to leave?

“I’m going to keep you nice and pregnant in this house. I’ll feed you and take care of you. You’ll be safe here, my love!”

Her moans turned to screams.

He climaxed directly onto her swollen, undulating cervix.

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Bash the Cervix

TW: violence, impregnation.

A good bull always recognizes the importance of finding his cow’s cervix. Whenever copulating, make it a point to drive deeply and forcefully. This can cause intense pain or intense pleasure to the cow being bred- either way, the result is the same. By steadily and forcefully ramming the cervix, the bull makes sure the way is clear for his sperm to penetrate deeply and effectively into the uterus. It also reminds the cow of her place in the world in general and in the relationship in particular. She takes and yields. She accepts. She is impregnated.

After prolonged breeding of this sort, the worst cows are taught to submit and endure. The best cows are driven to orgasm. In either case, the bull forces open the cow’s womb and ensures her impregnation every time.