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Updated on May 27, 2025 04:40 pm

Welcome to DX Gagorder.

Here you will find novels and stories from erotic horror author DX!

You will find new, never seen before novels and short stories of wild, exotic dreams of over the top kink, plus classic tales and artwork you may remember from Gag Order.

Wild fantasies aimed to titillate and excite the pallet! Gags! Mad Surgery! Sadistic Mistresses adroit at physical emasculation! Human livestock! Permanent chastities! Latex and leather! Ponies and puppies! Bimbos and Sissies!

All in a safe, fantasy space.

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Iessia 3000
An alternate universe of roman rule and airships, of clockworks and hucows, his Grace has built an amazing machine, that dresses, stuffs and prepares long-pig for a live roast!
Dolcett, Jessica 3000, Cannibal, Hucow
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1861808

Long Pig Cafe
In a dystopian future, the Jessica 3000 is the tool of choice to prepare a live spit roast of Long Pig. Just remember, don't fall in love.
One of the best fantasy stories ever!
Cannibal, Dolcett, Jessica 3000
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/875913

B-Guill 2000
The Breast Guillotine!
Dolcett, peril, erotic horror! Art!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1854065

The Device
An engineer is tasked to build the perfect, permanent chastity device. A most erotic and sexy tale for your two fisted pleasure! (9,000 words!)
Forced Fem, Chastity, sissy, bimbo!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1832440

Happy To Be Their Dinner
Alice wasn't crazy. She only wanted a chance to make the ultimate gift, her body to feed a hungry audience.
This 10,400 word story is for fans of Dolcett and Pero Loco. Cannibal, guillotine, spit, longpig!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1823121

Nouveau Art
Alex and his friends were homophobes, until Oscar decided to put an end to that and transform them into submissive, cock sucking sluts! Forced Fem, sissy, bimbo, surgery!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1808720

Beauty's Resurrection
She loved her. So much so she put up with her little quirk, her kink of coffin play. But the game went too far. Can she escape being buried alive?
Bondage, permanent, peril, coffin play
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1794069

The Farm
Emma is becoming a hucow. Soon, her arms will be absorbed into her body, and her hucow brain will slow her thoughts. She's received an offer to go to a beautiful farm to live out her life as a permanent hucow, but will her best friend Candace allow it?
A gentle, beautiful story of love and hucows.
Hucow, milking, breast mods, body mods, art.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1773800

The Favor
Ryan arranges to have his ex-wife Meg entombed in cement and sunk into the ocean to become a living part of the coral reef! Is there any chance of escape for her? And what is the cost of this favor? Can Ryan afford it?
Cement, and Chasti-Permalock!
Story and art!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1764707

Corporate Downsizing
He was brought in as an efficiency expert. His solution, fire everyone. But he saw something in a beautiful, young protégé who was willing to do ANYTHING for him. Perhaps she learned too well about downsizing.
Castration! CBT! and 6 panels of art!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1751055

Justice
She thought going to jail would make her more powerful. She thought wrong! Fans of Gord and Simon Benson will enjoy this extreme body mod story with five panels of art!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1731428

The Mannequin Madam
While working a news story on the celebrity fashion designer, The Madam, Debbie discovers her best friend has been permanently transformed into a helpless living mannequin! Can she escape the same fate!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1719947

Girl du Jour
For fans of Dolcett and Perro Loco, comes a long-pig story. A woman, down on her luck, sells her breasts!
Cannibals!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1709295

Brad's New Mistress
Brad is given a harsh lesson on how to serve. He didn't need that penis anyway.
Penectomy, enslaved, femdom, medical,
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1697299

Broken in the Attic
Captured by villains, tortured and bound, can Miss Winters survive? Will she find true love?
Let's hope. 12K word Novella!
Erotic horror, toture, bondage, peril,
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1687811

First Night Forever
Robert had it all: a rich, beautiful wife, and a secret mistress on the side. Let's hope the two never meet!
Chasti-Permalock, permanent chastity, sissy, bimbo.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1674848

A Premature Inheritance
To claim her inheritance, a woman fakes her husbands death and transforms him into a living, helpless sex doll! Let's hope he left something for her in the will.
Forniphillia, bimbo, doll, permanent, mad science
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1665554

The Perfect Job
Sandy wasted her college money on parties instead of studying. Cut off, she found a job entertaining her ladyship's hounds. How easy is that? And better, in a year she might be promoted to the stables! Art work by DX and Doktork!
Pet, latex, permanent bondage, Body Mods, breasts! Taboo!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1654821

The Good Wife
In a dystopian world, humans are on the menu, and a loyal wife is is down graded to become meat, but she has other plans.
Dolcett, longpig, amputations! Kinky, erotic and taboo!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1654817

A Linda Doll
A woman goes to an exclusive clinic for a nip and tuck, but her husband has made plans to transform her into a living doll! Can she escape, or will she become a permanent sex toy?
Classic Gag Order.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1623410

The Substitute Wife
Enthralled by the Chasti-permalock info-mercial, a young wife longs for permanent chastity. Can she convince her husband to lock her up forever?
Erotic!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1621977

The Deal
A Chasti-Permalock story.
Tommy's been a bad, bad boy and has made too many enemies. Dr. Zim offers him the option to be her new sissy cum dumpster. Will he accept?
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1596339

The Perfect Meal
A tribute to Dolcett and Pero-Loco, comes this tender, erotic horror. In a world of long-pig, a woman delivers herself to a feast. Her goal is to be the perfect meal!
Long-Pig, Dolcett, cannibal
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1581754

Dr. Guillotine
Horror! Get into the mind of a serial killer who builds his own guillotine! Not for the squeamish!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1574521

Chair
An example of human furniture
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1559684

Cow
In a dystopian future, a woman is sentenced to be genetically modified to be a hucow. Her arms will be removed, her breasts enlarged to gigantic proportions, and a burst of radiation will permanently render her brain to that of a Cow. Can she find happiness?

This classic, fan favorite story from Gag Order has been expanded to a 17,000 word novel! Hucow, breast augmentation, body mod, amp, brain mod
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1539068

Yours to Command
It's a Marine's lucky day when he is given his own sex slave, but when raiders attack, can he keep them both alive? Action, adventure, and CHASTI-PERMALOCK!
A Member requested story! 5,600 words!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1528272

Crusher Bra
A masochist purchases the ultimate pain device from the Chasti-Permalock company.
Chasti-Permalock, SM, Art
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1518480

Office Politics
Lucille will do anything to get a head, even sabotage her friend Kimberly. But Kimberly has plans to surgically update her looks to make herself more 'attractive' to the boss. Lucille has already stolen Kimberly's job, and boyfriend, so maybe to get a head, she must steal Kimberly's Body-Mods!
Dollification, Bimbofication, body-mod
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1505899

The Queen's Helmet
Trapped by her sister's betrayal, Queen Galen is sentenced to be an armless, sexless love doll, locked in an inescapable, permanent helmet. How can she escape?
Permanent Bondage, Amputations, body mods, with art by Doktork
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1486936

Daddy
She was sugar, bubblegum and joy and the last thing they needed at the lumberjack camp. Can Big Daddy get rid of her? This is a gentle love story.
Sissy, nullo, and love.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1454229

Slave to Desire.
A Chasti-Permalock story! Larry thought it was too easy to trick Maggie into becoming his permanent, chastity slave. He was right, it was too easy.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/887060

Blink!
Sarah finds herself trapped in an insane asylum in the hands of a sinister doctor who is giving her a drug that will destroy her brain and leave her as a living sex doll!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/892238

The Perfect Date
Wrongco's Perfect Date. A step by step tutorial on the creation of your perfect bondage date! Eight panels of art!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1443509

The Perfect Bride
To avoid jail time, Adam signs up for a three month stint to be a perfect date living doll, but Barbra might have other plans.
Permanent bondage, bimbofication, forced feminization, permanent chastity
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1434258

Psycho
“Just one more stitch Russell, and we’re done. That should seal your mouth up nicely.”

A beautiful blonde walked into Russell's bar and into his trap, but who is trapping whom?
Hardcore, erotic horror!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1418569

The Cul-de-Sac of Amontillado
DX's homage to Edger Allen Poe. Karen awakes to discover she is being walled up alive! Chained, she can only watch helplessly as her friend Martha fills the wall space with cement! Can she escape?
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/862502

The Cummoire
Clever Annette liked to steal other people's work, and figured she had scored big when she discovered a prototype unit designed to deliver the best orgasm a woman could have, but can she escape it's allure?
This is wild, Edger Allen Poe Level of horror!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1402642

Pet Adrian
Adrian was an abusive husband, but changes his persona with the aid of court ordered chasti-permalock products. Artwork!
forced feminization, bimbo, femdom
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1392364

DX's Fantasy
Some one asked DX, "What is your fantasy?"
This was her response. This is a fantasy wrapped in a fantasy. It is vampires, spies, mind control and permanent bondage. It is wild BDSM as only DX could bring!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1382373

Simone was a Volunteer
Permanent latex, amputations, bimbofications, wild slavery, mad surgery, flayed alive, and if that's not enough, REMOTE CONTROLLED BREASTS! Simone volunteers!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1361511

M.L. Gallery
Stan discovers a new art Gallery filled with suggestively posed mannequins, but on close inspection, he could almost swear they were alive!
Doll, mannequin, trapped.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/908371

A Most Contagious Fantasy
The sequel to: A Fantasy Best Left Alone. https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1033252
She continues to add more and more bondage to her Chasti-Permalock devices until she thinks she can add no more. Then a young woman asks her, "What's it like?"
Chasti-Permalock, permanent bondage
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1351175

M'Lady, a Dark Mystress
A man solicits a sadistic woman for a free session, but will he receive more than he bargained for?
Permanent, human toilet, amputation, penectomy, helpless
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1333157

A Sense of Taste
A woman has transformed herself into a living sex doll. She is blind and deaf. She cannot hear or feel, and yes she seems to navigate in her private cell as if all of her senses are intact. Dr. Lee is called in to investigate the phenomena. To solve the mystery, will she undergo the knife?
Dr. Marcus, body mods, surgery, doll, bimbofication
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1320327

de milo
A woman is slowly turning into living stone. Can she stop the process, or will she live forever as a statue?
A Chasti-permalock story.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1308478

The Alley
Mira witnessed a terrible crime, but chooses to keep silent. However, someone thinks she could be more Silent!
Hardcore erotic horror! Permanent sensory deprivation! AND ART!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1291804

Masochist Hell
Boring Howard awakes in a strange hospital. He is restrained to a gurney, and his nurses are rubber clad sex dolls. His surgeon, Doctor Lovejoy, armed with sinister torture devices, informs him she’s going to remove all of his organs while he watches helplessly!
Torture, rubber clad nurses, inhuman suffering, all in a day's work!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/900410

Wrongco's new Breast Guillotine!
Fast Body Mods!
Guillotine, breasts, bacon...
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1277789

A New Prenuptial
You asked for more chasti-permalock, you get more chasti-permalock.
Evelyn, a clever attorney, tries to out wit chasti-permalock. Will she succeed?
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1267627

The Gift of the Ball Thief
The Ball Thief returns! Can she make a man whole again?
Castration, nullo, erotic
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1246272

The Beach Ball Thief
The Ball thief returns for a romantic walk on the beach... with her elastrator!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/905121

The Chastity Experiment
"Wear our chastity device for one week and receive 50 pounds UK. If you manage to escape the device, you will receive a bonus 50 pounds. If you don't escape, the device will be removed after seven days and the experiment will be completed." To Sanford, all around slacker and tax evader, this sounds like easy money!
A new novella from DX! 16k fist clenching words!
Hand-jobs, sex, debauchery, femdom, and CHASTITY!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1233885

A Real Slave
This is a story of a master and a slave. It is also a conversation about sexuality, gender, and love.
Castration, nullo, penectomy, Male Dom.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1215570

Fantasy to Life
A tour of Doctor Marcus' facility, where your wildest dreams become reality. Ponygirls, mermaids, and Hucows are easy, but Human Wine Kegs? Take the tour!
Body Mods!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1203208

Magic Fashion
Eva, a struggling fashion designer, finds an old, beautiful mannequin in the cellar, and places it in the window of her shop to show off her latest designs. Intrigued by the glint in the doll's eye, Eva gets a little too close.
Mannequin, dolls, body swap, magic!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1194282

Princess Irony
A wild story of body-mods, enslavement, and cruelty, proof that absolute power corrupts absolutely!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1177218

Imprisoned
Eliza wakes to find she is trapped in a three foot box cement prison. Why is she there? Can she escape this tiny space? Pulse pounding, sinister horror from DX!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/873962

Entombed
Collette, supreme hacker and super-thief was confident no one could touch her. Then she met the Children of Maat, servants of justice. They’ve been at it for more than 4,000 years, but Collette’s has a trick or two up her sleeve. Will she escape? Or will she be mummifired and buried alive?
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/893187

Retribution
You wanted more Chasti-Permalock, you got more Chasti-Permalock! Novella sized, we've broken this up into parts so you can get to the kink FASTER!

Zach had it all. The car, the easy executive job, the money, but it came at a cost. Can he escape justice, or will he have to answer to the Chasti-Permalock company? This is a novella sized story, (almost 17K words!) showing a world of nanites, chastities, pain, and love.

Part 1
Fugitive
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1155970
Part 2
Infomercial
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1164054
Part 3
Happy
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1170912

Maddy
Dx's tribute to Dolcett and Pero-Loco. A wild ride of longpig and human cattle.
A young bride discovers her new husband's taste to longpig. How far will she go make him a happy man?
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1149509

Erin's Nap
A petulant slave gets a time out in heavy bondage! Classic Gag Order story and art work!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1127262

A Walk in the Rain
A beautiful story about a lonely man's chance encounter with a chaste maiden.
Chastity and latex!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/859272

Permanent Position
A man interviews to be a slave in Mistress Safia's stables and is given a tour by Sub-Mistress Gwen. She subjects him to heavy, strenuous bondage while she demonstrates what his life would be under Mistress Safia's hand. Will he accept the permanent position?
Permanent Bondage and Permanent Chastity!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/861690

The Pit
“In a couple months about a dozen of us mistresses and masters will be getting together at a woodland retreat. We won’t be practicing safe-words or respecting limits. We don’t, Top from the Bottom. There will be predators and prey. We’ll be bringing our best slaves for fun and games.”
Femdom, castration, permanent chastity, human toilet, permanent bondage, beautifully written.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/862500

Kidnapped
A Chasti-Permalock story!
Although Amanda worked at the Chasti-Permalock company, she wasn't into chastity, but then woke up one morning in full chastity and a strange voice on her phone telling her to follow instructions or else! Will Amanda escape, or will she be in chastity permanently? Thrill a minute!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1117963

Victim
A Chasti-Permalock story.
Through bondage and permanent chastity, a woman finds freedom!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1112311

The Dark
A man wakes and discovers he's locked in a bondage chair, in a vault, with no light or sound. Everyday he is milked for his seed by his tormentor and angel. He doesn't know why. Worse, she demands he do better, or face a more horrible, unknown fate.
Can he escape? Erotic horror!
bodymod, male hucow, penectomy, milking, bondage, torture!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1109164

The Letter
Inspired by Dolcett and Pero Loco!
A woman receives notice to report to the Butchery to be a hucow for slaughter, but she has a better plan!
Cannibal, Dolcett, hucow
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1095879

The Unbroken
Nightmare horror level of torture. Our hero is trapped in a mysterious place where slaves are tortured until broken, then surgically modified into sex pets or slaves, then shipped off to a buyer. Will they break her? Can they break her? This is a no hold bars story! You've been warned. Hard core.
Torture, Body Mods, Amputations, pony/puppy girls, whips, chains, breast guillotines, burning, buried alive, the list goes on.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1082805

Girl
The sequel to, Boy. A neuter, a nullo, navigates the pit falls and peaks of life, and discovers they are not alone! A beautiful story of acceptance and becoming!
Trans, Body mods, Bimbo,
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1075256

Boy
A man, searching for identity, decides to give up being a man and return to a simpler time. Will he finally find happiness as a genderless being?
Castration, penectomy, neuter
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1068008

The Starfish Affair!
Karen, Alice's lab assistant, stole not only Alice's grant money and ruined her career, but also helped herself to Alice's Breast Enhancement formula. But what Karen doesn't know is during a trip to the South American jungle, Alice developed a taste for a rare delicacy!
Mad-Science, erotic horror, wild torture, cannibalism, and torment! This over the top story has it ALL!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1062074

Safia's New Filly
A woman breaks into Safia's club and challenges her, but Safia only smiles because she was looking for a new Ponygirl!
Ponygirl, bodymods, mind control, permanent bondge
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1053869

Evil
Tiffany was a professional seductress. Armed with beauty, charm, and wit, she could take any man and set him up nicely for blackmail and ruin. Can she be stopped?
A Chasti-Permalock story.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1053863

Internment
Eva has been sealed in rubber, locked in a coffin, and buried alive with horrific torture devices. Can her lover free her?
Torture, latex, heavy bondage.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1040658

A Fantasy Best Left Alone
A woman discovers modern chastity, but is permanent chastity a step too far? A Chasti-Permalock Story.
Chastity, latex, gagged
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1033252

Cumster
A man forces a high-profile dominatrix to give him a free session, but she’s thinking he might be more suited as a permanent part of her dungeon, as a human cum disposal!
Femdom, amputation, cruelty, castration
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1027373

Bimbo, bimbo like me!
Shiloh is driven to surgically alter herself into the ultimate cock sucking doll. Can she stop herself before it's too late?
bimbofication, forced sissy, castration
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1020594

Cow Lab
Bree finds a pill that is transforming her into a human cow. Can her friend Tegan save her?
Hucow, breast expansion, milking
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1013829

Freedom is Choice
A woman undergoes radical body modifications to make herself into the ultimate pleasure machine with no way to enjoy sex herself. Can a woman with a vagina for a face find happiness?
amputation, body mod
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1007584

Beneath the sheets
A thief tries to escape but falls into the hands of Dr. Marcus, extreme body mod specialist. What could the good doctor have in mind?
amputation, bodymod, bimbofication
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1001533

The Ultimate Bondage Technique
Is there such a thing? Bondage with no escape, no release? Bondage no one can free you from? A woman seeks out the beautiful Mistess Safia to find out. Erotic Horror!
cruel, torture, beheading, mad science
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/994828

The Landlady's Baby
Stewart had a crush on his beautiful landlady, but soon discovers she is an operative in a secret society of Aunties who kidnap useless men and transform them into helpless, permanent, Adult Babies. Can Stewart escape?
ABDL, femdom, surgery, castration, penectomy, helpless
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/988909

A New Doll
She wanted to be a rich man's plaything, but he was just looking for a new toy.
Dollification, bimbofication, mad surgery!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/984102

Mina Hucow
A scientist discovers her breasts are swelling and filling with milk and her thoughts are filled with arousal and desire to be breed like cattle. Can she discover what is happening before it is too late and she becomes a permanent human cow?
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/974147

The Jacket
A con artist meets her match when a mistress gives her a magic jacket that will provide the best orgasm ever. Mistress promises The jacket will release her after her second orgasm, and Mistress always keeps her word! Succulent erotic artistry!
Heavy bondage, permanent, torture, chastity
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/968249

Sex Object
A young woman transforms herself into the ultimate sex bimbo for the sake of art!
Body Mods, Amputations, permanent.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/955092

Payback
A woman is given a choice for her infidelity. Divorce or chastity: Which will she choose?
A chasti-permalock story!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/949955

Hand on Scripture
A man meets a beautiful woman, but she is betrothed to a Prince and secured in Chasti-Permalocks until she marries. If she doesn’t, she will face the full might of Chasti-Permalocks! Who will she marry, or live in permanent chastity?
A chasti-permalock story
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/942702

The Art Collector
In the future, corporations will achieve the right to take ownership of regular people. Once in their fold, they can submit them to their will. One corporation submits our hero to become the ultimate in art, and for art, one must SUFFER!
Wild body mods, surgical crafting, breast stretching, corsets, permanent gags, bimbofication
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/938333

The Ball Thief
She was the subject of every wet dream in the neighborhood. She lived in the middle of the block, right where the kids played, and eventually a ball would smash through her window, or damage something. "You may have your ball back when you bring a parent." No parent ever came and no ball was ever returned. So, they called her the Ball Thief. Now, years later, a man breaks into her house!
Castration, emasculation, bondage
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/938332

The State of Hucow
This story was suggested by one of our supporters, a male hucow story.
After applying and failing numerous times to be included into the Bull program, (where he would be milked for his male protein) he is given a new oppourtunity. Can a man be milked and bred? This is a brilliant, and crazy story!
Hucow, forced breeding, milking, breast expansion, amputations, penectomy!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/930447

The New Girl
Danielle was a thief, but she remained defiant after capture. A bad idea, because her captor can afford Dr. Marcus!
Extreme body mods, permanent gags, amputations!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/925726

Vaccum
Artwork. As air is vacuumed out of the box, her breasts will expand.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/925723

Chastity
Artwork. Fully enclosed in steel, if you have her key, she's your's to command!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/923753

Hunger
With his wife of children on the road, a man makes desires after his sensual, curvaceous neighbor, but she is hungry for much more! Can he escape the clutches of this predator?
Vore!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/917683

Annoucement
It began innocent enough; Husband and Wife bondage games, but slowly she gained a taste for it, until one day she made an announcement that changed his life forever! This isn't Safe, Sane, or consensual, this is extreme femdom at it's finest!
Sissification, Bimbofication, Forced Bi, chastity and bodymods!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/912400

The Pit
“In a couple months about a dozen of us mistresses and masters will be getting together at a woodland retreat. We won’t be practicing safe-words or respecting limits. We don’t, Top from the Bottom. There will be predators and prey. We’ll be bringing our best slaves for fun and games.”
Femdom, castration, permanent chastity, human toilet, permanent bondage, beautifully written.
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/862500

And much, much more!

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Updated on May 27, 2025 04:40 pm

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Welcome to DX Gagorder.

A New Doll
She wanted to be a rich man's plaything, but he was just looking for a new toy.
Dollification, bimbofication, mad surgery!
https://subscribestar.adult/posts/984102

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DX Gagorder

May 27, 2025 04:44 pm

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The Iessia 3000

By DX

In the morning light, the Adriatic laid before me like a lake of fire. From the crest of my villa, I lazily cast my gaze up into the rich blue sky and watch the majestic airship Goliath, the size of a dragonfly in the distance, slowly sail into to the floating skyport, the attending workers on their sky sleds slewing around urgently like mosquitoes to get it tied off and secured.

I drank deep, and let my coffee, black as oblivion, fill my soul with light. Laying on my triclinium, I took my breakfast as my slave refilled my cup. Her dark, succulent eyes searched for attention, but she knew better than ask. My schedule for the day included a visit to the stables, and to ensure the best chance of breeding, I needed all my seed intact.

I’m not as young as I once was.

Back in the day I could dump a load down her throat and impregnate a half dozen hucows and still have enough to entertain the wife, but that was then.

I still watched her as I ate, and thought about her fat, soft lips surrounding my turgid member. I felt my body charge as her come hither eyes flicked at me.

“Your Grace,” Callias my servus coughed softly to gain my attention. “Tesserarius Medusa is coming up the stairs. I imagine she will announce Lord Pontis.”

I inwardly moaned. I held out my hands and shifted to sit up. My slave quickly cleaned them. She then chased after me as I walked to the crest of the hill and peered down into the valley.

A long train of a dozen ponyboys at full gallop thundered down the smooth road up to the gates of my villa. They were powerful and lean, their muscles oily and sheen. Their tack was polished, and tight, holding their heads in strict pose. They wore eye-shields that completely obscured their vision, leaving full trust in the sharp tug of the reigns. It was an almost silly amount of horse power to haul such a tiny biga, and made sillier still by who drove them.

Lord Pontis was as opulent as a full moon, and he liked his ponyboys big. He always ran them at a full gallup, even through crowded streets. He liked them intact, maintaining and showing off their boisterous, lustful energy; leaving them with their sacks swinging and painfully smacking around, but since he didn’t like any of his slaves to have a bigger phallus than him, he had them all snipped to the skin.

He kept a trained eunuch slave in his stable who’s only job was to milk his dickless ponyboys prostates for their seed to sell at market.

As my slave slipped my toga over my shoulder, I called to Callias. “Get someone down to the gate immediately to welcome his lordship properly, and by properly I mean his dick sucked. Whatever reason he’s got for pestering me, I want it blunted.”

He smiled deeply. “With your permission, I will see to it myself.”

I waved dismissively and Callias dashed off. I didn’t want him to go, but he had earned the honor of sucking off a noble. I only wished it had been a better noble than Pontis.

Callias only paused briefly at the top of the stair to allow Medusa and her milites to pass by, then quickly ushered down the stair.

Medusa nodded when she saw I was getting dressed to receive a visitor.

Medusa’s Nubian skin glowed like chocolate in the morning sun. So strong! Her broad shoulders and mighty arm, her gauntleted hand holding her spear, her flat stomach, muscled with river stones, she was majestic art.

“Do we know why he’s here?” I asked, my pain evident.

“Begging your Grace’s forgiveness, Lord Pontis sent no forward word.” She said, smartly. “Request permission to speculate, your Grace.”

“Please.”

“Serevus the Younger, your Grace.”

I paused as I thought. “Oh, he’s of age?”

“More than of age, your Grace.” She said, knuckling her head. “He should have been elevated three years past. He has not been brought forth to the senate.” She paused, hesitating, and I waved her on. “Please, I again beg forgiveness, my words are nothing but conjecture and hearsay…” She glanced at her milites, and the soldier picked up her shield and walked a few yards away. “Permission to approach, your Grace?”

I waved and she stepped over. “His name has not been brought to senate for fear of a Pollice Verso.” She whispered scandalously.

Thumbs down.

Serevus the Younger came from a long lineage, traced back to the old republic. His accession should have been guaranteed, not even brought to a vote. I glanced at Medusa. “Well?”

Her face filled with shame. “I am not in a place to share such gossip, your Grace. Take my tongue from my mouth should I risk such slander.”

“I’ll risk it.”

She leaned closer. “Perhaps, perhaps I say, Serevus the Younger prefers to be lorded over, than over lord.” Her kissable lips curled in as if to shield her tongue.

“What a supercilious allegation!” I roared. “Were your tongue any less valuable, I would certainly see it served to me with some nice cheese and crunchy bread, but you will have to settle on being flogged.”

She smiled, her breath light. “Thank you, your Grace! Then after, might you let me attend you?”

I winced. There was nothing more I wanted than her attending me. “I’m going to the stables this afternoon…” I weakly explained.

“After, your Grace?” Her voice dripped with plea. “To make sure you’re fully attended and thoroughly drained.”

My heart and loins quivered. “We’ll see.”

She grinned, brightly.

At the stair, Medusa’s milites made a noise. She inadvertently, and with full intent, accidentally bumped her shield against a pillar. When we looked, she tilted her head down the stairs.

Inwardly I moaned. “So soon?”

Medusa confided. “I’m certain Callias tried to preserve the moment, but Lord Pontis isn’t known for his endurance.” She saluted. “Permission to double my flogging for my impudence, your Grace?”

I waved her away as I heard the laborious pant of Lord Pontis climb the stair. I walked over and peered down. Callias was holding onto Pontis’ arm, keeping him upright. “Callias! Did you not think to offer to carry Lord Pontis? A flogging for you!”

Before Callias could thank me, Pontis with heavy, dragging breath, interceded. “A thousand pardons, your Grace.” He wheezed. “He had insisted, but I ignored him. I thought I had the energy, but he overly attended to me, leaving me nothing to climb a simple flight of stairs.”

I motioned with my head and my slave set down her tray, then dashed down the remaining steps to grab Pontis’ other arm and help him up.

Callias and my slave led him over to the shaded couch and ensconced him there, where they immediately saw to him. Callias pressed a goblet of wine into his hands and fanned him, while my slave lay on her back before him, removed his sandals, and began to clean the bottoms of his toes with her tongue.

“Ah!” Pontis breathed in deep before chugging his wine. “Mmmm, so delicious!” He drank more as Callias wiped the dribble from his face. “The air here, clean of the city’s stink, such a repast for the lungs.” He drank more and looked around. “Magnificent! Such a magical place you have here, your Grace. I see clearly why you never leave it!” He held out his glass insouciantly, and Callias quickly filled it. “Would it be too presumptuous to ask when my time comes you’ll be so gracious as to allow my funeral pyre here?” He pointed with a shaking finger. “Right there, perhaps?”

I tried to keep my face steady. “While the thought is entertaining, I pray we have decades to consider your demise, Lord Pontis. Meanwhile, my schedule is rather full today.”

“Yes of course, your Grace! And thank you so much for allowing this intrusion.” His sipped more wine. “Mmm, such fine grapes restores me. I beg you, I’ll be brief. “Serevus the Younger.”

I shook my head dismissively. “I do not know the man.”

“And why should you?” He responded. “He has not impressed on the battlefield, as yourself, been a statesman representing the people, as you have, made any mark on the world what so ever.” Pontis leaned forward slightly. “He’s but a morsel of bread seeking a scrape of butter.”

I nodded. “Then you know I cannot put his name forward to the Emperor.”

“You cannot!” Pontis insisted. “Nor would anyone with a pittance of intelligence expect you too. You are honest, if that can be a fault.” He sat back and sipped his wine. “Which is why I have him coming here today to meet with you.”

I balked. “You impose too much, Lord Pontis. I’ve a full schedule today.”

He waved his meaty hand. “He won’t be a bother. He just needs to shadow you, get a feel for what the status of being a lord will bring. To see a man such as yourself, of courage and action at work, would kindle the weakest spark to flame.”

I sighed tiredly. “My patience is quickly dissolving, Lord Pontis. Serevus the Older is an ass, and I am unsurprised and unconcerned that Serevus the Younger lacks support in the senate. If Serevus the Younger wanted to be a lord, then he would be here with his own voice. That you are here speaking on his behalf makes me think less of him. You sir, on a good day, are a thieving, conniving, scoundrel. Whenever I host an occasion where you are to attend, I include a percent of the budget to lost silverware.”

He glanced at his goblet of wine. “And all this time I thought his Grace was giving away souvenirs.” He smiled like a cat. “Forgive me your Grace, but not all of us have your intellect. Imagine, generating revenue by simply thinking about it! What an amazing ability you have!”

“I do not make money simply by thinking.”

He scoffed. “Forgive me for streamlining the process. Your complex inventions, innovative, ground breaking! An incredible amount work goes into them.” His eyes sparkled. “The Iessia Trei Mii. Is it true you went through two thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine failed prototypes before you had a working model?”

I shrugged. “It was… a process.”

He laughed. “A process! Such labor to only suffer defeat after defeat, but what a pay off! Every fine household now has one!” He closed his eyes as envisioned it. “Appearing so simple, so elegant, Just a triangular prism frame, and yet such magic packed within.” He licked his lips. “I love to watch as the hucow approaches it, their eyes longing to please their master, and as they lay upon it, their belly to the peak of the long triangle and settling their chin in that little cup to hold their head at the right angle, their arms and legs on the unfolded ledges as the attending slaves strap the hucow down. Then, once secured, the switch is thrown and the clockworks inside the frame begin to tick and tock. The magic blade slices bloodlessly through the hucow’s abdomen, then the mechanics rake out the offal and clean the space before the coil track stitches the hucow back up and pumps them full of wonderful, tasty stuffing all within seconds! They barely have time to whimper! Then, the mechanical arm rises up to position, and the spit is threaded in, like a warrior, armed with a spear, before the little wheels in the arm slowly, slowly thread the sharp end of the spit into the rectum of the hucow, and push it up easily into the body, all the way through to the esophagus, then up the throat, before coming out the mouth.” Lord Pontis licked his lips. “And then it is done. The hucow is spitted alive, and proud to serve their master in this wonderful way. The slaves then carry them off to the burning pits to be slow roasted to a golden, crispy brown.” Pontis opened his eyes and looked at me. “I love watching their faces as they slowly rotate on the girarrosto; their eyes blinking, thanking me for the honor and privilege.”

“Thank you for explaining to me how the Iessia works, Lord Pontis.” I said, breaking his reverie. “And to be clear, there is no magic involved. The blade you refer too is bloodless because a piston vibrates it so fast that it generates enough heat to cauterize…”

He held up his hand. “Please, your Grace, do not ruin the magic with bothersome science. My point being, your military successes and vast inventory of ingenious inventions have left you a tremendously wealthy, and generous man, leaving us plebs to scrounge for crumbs.”

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The Farm

By DX

“Emma is demonstrating our new, Cowgirl line!”

Candice called out like a circus ringmaster and reeled in the meandering crowd. “Take a look, folks! Emma is happiest when she has a crowd to watch her get milked!”

Emma smiled gently, and placed her teats, the size of her thumbs, into milking nozzles. As the nozzles began to suck, Emma felt the thrilling, erotic sensation flow though her. She masked her emotions with sheer will, and only smiled pleasantly at her audience. She gave her head a shake to get her wild, red hair out of her face, as she cast her emerald eyes to the approaching gaggle of people. She shrugged her shoulders back to help her back with the strain of her heavy, milk laden teats.

“First her nose ring,” Candice went on. “which not only insures obedience, just give a little tug and she'll follow you anywhere, but also insures her unobstructed breathing; which comes in handy when she uses that nanite enhanced mouth and tongue to keep the farm hands happy. An O-chip at the back of her tongue keeps her coming for more!”

Emma longed for a farm hand, or suitable cock, and her eyes searched the growing crowd for one. As her teats were being suckled, her hormones raged, and only the smooth feel of a delicate skin against the back of her tongue could bring her the wild pleasure she needed to orgasm. It was maddening!

She could only smile as the audience stepped closer for a good look. There were no farm hands, or suitable cocks.

“The collar around her neck insures her only sounds are gentle mooing.” Candace explained. “For her primary feature, her breast shield, nanites have surgically separated her nipples into four, then stimulated the breast tissue growth giving her four breasts. The naturally occurring sugars in her produced milk can be adjusted to give each breast a different flavor: Regular, chocolate, strawberry and banana. These can be customized to your cow. Other options include the above, plus: whole, 2%, heavy cream, and Beer.” Candace brandished a sloshing mug of foaming beer and took a long pull. “Mmmm! You won't believe it until you try it!” She exclaimed with her beer mustache.

Emma smiled, and nodded to the crowd, while she clenched her teeth and prayed that once, just this once, the milking machine would let her come, and not insistently tease her.

“Of course, Emma's package is finished off with a Chasti-Permalock Vaginal Shield, so none of her pent up energies are wasted!”

Emma couldn’t help but wonder if that were true; that an orgasm wasted a hucow’s energy. It sounded silly, implausible, but they showed her the science, the research. Every thing indicated that a chaste cow produced a higher yield and better quality milk.

“Its our most productive Chasti product to date!” Candace wrapped up her presentation. “Order yours now and become the Cowgirl of your dreams!”

The machine shut off and Emma pulled her teats from the nozzles. She pulled up her bra and shifted it in place. It was tight, and she looked lovingly down at her nanite enhanced breasts.

They were getting bigger. Much, much bigger. With her arms outstretched, she could barely reach her hands around to touch her finger tips together. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to do that. Soon, she would be unable to reach her own teats and would need a farmhand to do it.

Preferably a farmhand with a suitable cock.

Assuming there was a farmhand with a suitable cock left in the world. With a population of 1,331 to 1, female/male ratio, finding a male, with a suitable cock, (suitable; meaning still worked and wasn’t in permalock chastity) was like finding a unicorn.

Still smiling, Emma meandered into the crowd and took pictures with the potential customers, while Candace signed people up for orders.

Home hucow milk production was all the rage.

When they announced the fair was closing for the day, Emma packed up as Candace took a couple final orders. With a huge smile on her face, Candace took Emma’s leash and led her to their trailer.

“We have exceeded quota, kid!” Candace exclaimed stepping inside. She smiled brightly as Emma closed the door behind her. “And that is thanks to you!”

Emma mooed. Then mooed again, looking at Candace’s data-pad.

Her face flashed with confusion. “Oh, you want to see the numbers?”

Emma shook her head. She mooed, and looked at the pad.

“Oh, you want to talk?”

Emma nodded.

Candace laughed. “Well, why didn’t you saw so?” She accessed the bio-lock on the pad and handed it to her.

Emma typed. “It time.” The pad spoke her text to voice with a British accent. “Tape, please.”

Candace’s face drained. “Are you sure?”

Emma nodded as she typed. “Tape. You measure.”

Candace hissed angrily and took the data-pad from Emma. She held it up and tapped the screen, first of Emma’s front, then Emma’s profile. Her face lost all emotion as she looked at the results. “Yeah, you’re right. You’ve made quota too, in a way. Your contract was until you grew to a pre-determined volume size, and you have met that size. Hucow stage 2.” She looked up determinedly. “Listen, we’re a good team here. I can talk to the guys upstairs and get an extension…”

Emma shook her head, and looked at the data-pad. Reluctantly, Candace handed it to her. “It’s happening.” Emma typed. “I can feel it. I can feel my mind slow, become hucow. I would like to go to the farm now.”

Candace wrestled with her thoughts. “You have that right, but would you be happy as a hucow? I mean, a real hucow?”

Emma brightened. “Yes! It all I want. It will soon happen and I am excited.” She looked at her partner affectionately. “Time now. I feel the nanites are in my arms. They will soon be gone. Hucows don’t need arms. Soon, real hucow. Soon happy.”

Candace conceded. “Yeah, well you deserved it. You’ve been an excellent partner.” She sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside her. When Emma sat, Candace took the data-pad and tapped on its screen. “Well, let’s see where you are going.” She brought up the address. “Blah, kinda dark. One of those industrial places.”

Emma shrugged.

Candace sighed sadly. “Emma, you’ve become more than my co-worker. You’ve become my friend. I just want you to be happy.”

Emma hugged her, as Candace’s face swept with tears.

Candace wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Right! Let’s do this properly.” She announced, determinedly. “I’ll contact the factory and…” Her eyes focused on the web page’s publicity photos. “Oh, oh.” Candace murmured, pointing to the screen. “Look at that set up! Their milking machines only handle hucows with two teats. Not four.” Her fingers flashed on the pad. “I’ll send them a text and ask if they can handle you.”

Long seconds passed before a response came.

Candace looked at Emma, her face slack. “I’m sorry, Emma. Our tech is so new…” She brightened. “I’ll search on line. There has to be someone… someone not so dismal.” Her fingers flashed, and her head knocked back as she looked at a response. “Novelty cow?” Her fingers pounded against the board. “You are not a novelty cow! Argh! They’re looking at only your milk production and not counting your other flavors.” She tried accessing a real-person. Failing that, she paused to think. She looked back at Emma. “We’ll get this sorted.” She said reassuringly.

“Moo.” Emma said, smiling.

As Candace tapped on the screen, a response popped up. ‘Did you try Farmer Brown?’

“Will try, thanks.” Candace messaged back, and brought up Farmer Brown’s info. There was a picture of a man with a graying beard spread across his chest like a bib.

Emma peered in close, and Candace shooed her back. “Settle down, you. It’s just a logo. I seriously doubt it’s a man running the farm.”

“Moo.” Emma said, excitedly.

“The chances of him having a working penis is a billion to one, literally.” Candace frowned as she fanned through the farm’s images.

Emma and Candace watched a video tour. Farmer Brown smiled and waved, his face a little embarrassed. The narrator was a woman, who talked about the advantages of organic farming and free-ranged hucows. She panned the camera and showed hucows walking through a shady glenn. Their udders were magnificent! Giant breasts tens of thousands of CC’s in size. As the narrator made her way through the field, the hucows slowly approached her, mooing happily for attention. Within moments, the narrator was holding the camera above her head and panned down, showing a beautiful, raven haired woman being surrounded by tit flesh and giggling hucows. “Come to Farmer Brown’s farm!”

The video ended.

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Cow

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And that was it.

My personal files were deleted. My clothes, what I couldn't sell and what I wasn't wearing, was dumped into the Degrader, to be broken down into molecular dust and re-fabricated into something new for someone else's use.

Much like I was soon to be. I would not be broken down into dust, however. I would be hacked up into steaks for someone's consumption.

Waste not, want not.

I repressed a shudder at the thought . I took a moment and glanced out the window. The sun was rising, and lit up the white cliffs of Dover as the waves crashed endlessly against its craggy shore.

I turned off the window, and the room plunged into darkness like a felling blade.

A fake view for an apartment that didn't have a view, or a window for that matter. I could never have afforded a real view and now I couldn't even afford a fake one.

My couch folded up into the wall as I rose. This left a clear three meter by four meter space which was my apartment, my life. It was now empty. Clean and clear, ready for the next guy.

I grabbed my jacket and headed out, shrugging the memories like cob webs. I always hated that apartment, never realizing it was my anchor in this world until I was cast adrift. It would be sanitized, reprogrammed and re-issued to someone else within the hour. All traces of my existence, memory, scents, bills, signatures, every bit of my history would be gone.

I was less than homeless.

I was nothing.

I made my way to the street and ducked under an awning to escape the freezing rain. As I waited for the bus, I watched people brush by, their faces down, lost in their own world. I was one of them just yesterday. A real person. It was time for the mid morning snack and I would be taking orders for a run to the cafeteria.

My stomach growled in the memory.

In my jacket pocket I found a snack bar, Soy Blue. I put it back for later. I had a long day ahead of me.

On the bus, I watched the Ad-vid screen with a professional interest. A woman just won the grand prize lottery, fifteen minutes of pure, filtered sun light. Terrorists blew something up, the government knocked something down, and a very pretty woman suggested I could look very pretty too with a new face graft.

Usually I looked at them with a blank, disinterested stare, just to have something else to look at than the blank, grey buildings that passed by. It was stuff I could never afford anyway. Today, a charming young woman was demonstrating the Jessica 3000. I had seen her advertise things before. She had a slim body, slinky and svelte. She caressed the machine like a lover as she talked about its features. Then with her smiling dimples, stretched herself across it, and wriggled like an imp to take her place. With a smile she signals her partner who steps forward and straps her down. As she is secured, she bids us farewell.

“A great end to a great ride!” She said, but her smile doesn’t completely hide her nervousness.

She winked, and blew us a kiss, then set her head in the cradle. Her partner secures her, puts a rubber ball in her teeth to stifle her screams, then throws the switch on the Jessica 3000.

We don’t see it, but we all know she is eviscerated, cleaned, stuffed and stitched back up in seconds. She's good at controlling her agony, focusing beyond the pain. I imagine for the commercial she was hopped up on stimulants. Nothing to ebb the pain, but she'll stay conscious.

She regains enough composure and her gag is removed. She gives a play by play and describes what it feels like as the motorized spit is slowly inserted into her, through her cervix. She gasps as it punches through her diaphragm, then gives some quick cooking techniques and how she would like to be served. She finally shuts up as the spit worms its way through her esophagus; but not without a final plug: "See ya at the barbecue!" She blows another kiss just moments before the spit slowly appears, rising up out of her mouth.

Fully spitted, she gave a thumbs up as they lifted her off the machine and carried her away to be cooked.

Now I'm hungry.

I fish my lunch bar out of my pocket. Soy Blue, now made with 20% more people. Mmmm.

When I arrived at the center, I was surprised to see a line that snaked its way out the front door. I'd forgotten it was graduation day and all the women who didn't make the mark were here for processing. They were still, and somber. Most of them would soon be meat. A few might go as cattle or breeders, and a very select few would go to the brothels. I've heard of some going as living dolls and furniture, a horrible existence.

It was all a horrible existence: A non-future for young women.

I joined the end of the line.

Someone came by and checked my ID-chip to confirm I was in the right place and that I was on time. Gosh forbid I would be late.

But I wasn’t. I was where I was supposed to be, standing tall at the end of the line to be processed.

The line moved steadily, but turned even longer once inside. As we passed a bin, each girl stripped and dumped her clothes into it, then donned paper slippers. There was no talking now, enforced by a massive brute of a woman wielding a shock stick. Eyes front, keep moving. A woman with a scanner module walked the line, stopping at each girl and reading the chip embedded under the skin on the inside of the wrist. Then with an extractor the chip was removed and the girl was given a new ID which was written in big blue numbers on her right butt cheek. Her final task is to take a digital image of our faces to go with the new file.

She looked up at me when it was my turn. She checked her scanner. "You're not a student?"

"No, ma'am." I whispered.

"No talking." She said, looking at her machine. "Tax deferment." She looked at me. "Couldn't pay your taxes?"

“I was laid off." I answered.

"Stop talking." She hissed, then glanced at where the guard was.

"Stop asking me questions." I mumbled.

"I'm talking to myself." She said tartly. "They've been a lot of you lately. You held out." She murmured, slightly impressed.

I had savings. I also did some odd jobs when I could, but as the economy got worse, the jobs got fewer. Most of my former coworkers had already gone to the slaughter house. I fell back on my savings, before sliding into the red.

I still had to pay rent and taxes. Never ending, rent and taxes.

In my darkest, bleakest moment, scored a new job, a decent job. My first check went entirely to put minimum payments on each of my debts. I had breathing room! The incessant calls and texts and messages stopped and I finally had a good night’s sleep.

Precious.

I worked my ass off. I made bonuses. I lived entirely on tasteless soy, wore the same dress every day because I had nothing else. Zero entertainment, zero frills, zero life, just work, pay, work, pay, work, pay, and I paid and paid and paid.

I was going to claw my way out of debt.

Then, just as a tiny, faint, happy light appeared on my horizon, some bureaucratic wage slave with a hornet lodged in their asshole, pushed a button to make a very expensive super-computer do some big brain-brain think math and calculated my wage earning potential, and tabulated that even with wage raises, promotions, and sucking my boss’s dick, I would never be able to pay off the accumulating interest on my debt.

That was when I got the message to report.

When my chip was removed I felt truly naked standing there in the buff with only paper slippers on my feet. It was a bit of a comfort when my new number was printed on my butt. I strained to look back at it. My new name was 8659.

We shuffled forward to another girl with electric clippers. She grabbed a fist full of my hair, bent me over a bin and shaved my head quickly and efficiently. My scalp tingled from the peach fuzz that was left behind.

Another girl walked by with a box of gags. It had an inner ball that sat deep in my mouth. It's face shield wrapped tightly across my lips, hiding my face in a swath of black rubber. To further hide my identity, a black hood was draped over my head. I could look down and follow a line on the floor. It was important to hide us now, so that begging, pleading and tears would not influence the Magistrate. The woman who would decide our fate.

She didn’t actually decide anything. She had a monitor in front of her which told her what to say. It was based on the needs of society: if they were low on protein, we went to slaughter, low on baby production, to breeding, low on entertainment, the brothels.

I plodded along, listening to one woman reading out a number, and a second saying where she was going. The first would then instruct the girl to follow a different color line on the floor. Any girl that freaked and didn't do as told was shocked repeatedly and dragged off, being shocked all the way. Her screams made a very chilling deterrent to resistance.

They called out my number.

"Last one your honor." The first said. Rough hands gripped my breasts, hefting their weight. "She's a nice one."

"Prime cut." The magistrate said quickly. "Meat line. Next!"

Although it was no surprise, her voice stings and I tremble at the thought, but I can only think of the chirpy girl in the ad selling automatic spitting machines; her smile, and “See y’all at the barbeque!” I almost shout it out, but I have no voice, that and my mouth is packed full of the gag. As I bit of self inspiration, I congratulate myself for being prime cut. I would not be ground up and mixed with soy to make tasteless nutrition bars, but cut up, grilled up, and served with a side of soy potatoes and soy cauliflower.

See y’all at the barbecue.

I find the strength to move my feet, but the first woman is still holding my breasts.

"She the last." The first complained. "Your honor, look at these!" She hefted my boobs again, presenting them, then patted my ass. “Mmmm, this is nice. And look at her picture. I think she'd do well in the brothels."

The idea used to revolt me; to be a on call whore to munch bush for fat elderly magistrates and politicians, I would rather die. Now faced with death, I'd kill for the chance.

"She's too old." Magistrate said sharply. "Meat line. Prime cut.”

"She's quite a fine little thing." The first said, still holding my breast.

"She's twenty-three and too old. They'd only send her right back here and our quota for whole roasts are full. She's steaks. Green line, please."

The last was directed at me because she was too tired to argue with her subordinate any further and hoped I could do what her lackey couldn’t, follow orders. I looked to my feet and found the green line and shuffled along it. I was to be loaded on a truck and driven to a slaughter house where an air hammer would knock me senseless and a laser would slice me into neat cuts before I was dead.

Despite my best efforts, I sank into despair.

Then, unexpectedly, my luck had changed.

It did not improve, it just changed.

My knees buckled, but I walked. I moved along, head down, until I bumped into the girl at the end of the green line. We shuffled forward into the truck, but when I went to step up, a hand stopped me. "We're loaded." The voice said.

"She's the last." Another said.

"I'm loaded and I can't risk another fine for over-loading."

"Well, you'll have to come back."

"Do you know what time it is? I'm not coming back here for one cow." Again a hand cupped my breast. "Look at these, she should be a milker. Fuck, with these she should be in the brothels."

"I think she's too old."

Light flared as someone peeked under my hood to see my face. "Oh, she's not old at all. I'd like that face between my legs."

"She's too old."

That line was getting old.

"Well, with these udders, she'll pump milk like a champ." She then spoke to me. "You're a milker now. Follow the blue line." She took my arm and turned me around, then pushed me forward. "Follow the green back to where is branches off to blue and follow the blue line."

I hesitated. Under what authority would a truck driver, with demerits on their record I might mention, have the ability to over turn a Magistrate’s decision?

“Go wan! Git!” A hand slapped my ass.

Here’s something really funny: I was mortified. Who the heck do you think you are, slapping my ass?

Naked, ordered to be cold cuts, gagged and wearing a hood and how dare someone slap my ass as if I was a piece of meat?

Oh, wait. I was a piece of meat.

I turned and started walking.

I found the blue line. There where other colors, and I wondered where they went. I couldn't tell if anyone cared, but I trembled at the thought of shock sticks if I was found in the wrong line, so I followed the blue line.

I would live, sort of. A Rad Gun would fire a pulse of radiation into my frontal lobe. It would pass harmlessly through skin and bone, but in the center of my brain the beam would focus and my brain would be cooked. I'd be alive, but higher brain functions, thought, creativity, speech, would all be gone. I'd have the I.Q. of a real cow, as if there were any real cows left on the planet.

I would then be chemically altered to produce milk. My breasts would swell to the size of zeppelins! My arms and legs would be harvested, chopped off. I wouldn't need them. Not like I'd know or care with my deep fried brain. I'd know nothing of what was happening. I would be put in a stall. Pumps would be attached to my teats and a food tube shoved down my throat. I would then spend my days being milked. In time, seven years if I was lucky, my production would dry up and I’d be sent to slaughter.

I wasn’t quite sure about this new luck of mine.

I found myself in a room and I waited where the line ended for further instructions.

"Where have you been?" Someone shouted. "I was told sixteen milkers, not seventeen! I was only given enough battery charge for sixteen! And look at the time! I can't apply for another battery." A heavy sigh. "Alright. We'll have to make do. I'll just have to red line the battery. I'll have to re-do all my paper work! Thanks a lot!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me along. "Sit!"

I felt guilty as I sat there on the bench.

The stench of piss and shit was overwhelming and I gagged. I tried to maintain some decorum as I consoled myself that it would painless, and I would be blissfully unaware of my fate.

It would all be over in just a few minutes.

As I peered down, I could see the feet of a woman making her way along the benches, locking leg shackles to some of the women. The shackles were neo-ceramic, indestructible. They were connected by a short, flexible cable which would allow the cow to hobble along, but running or kicking was impossible. I flinched as she locked them around my legs. There was no key. Once locked on, they were on for life.

This made no sense. Our legs would be harvested. Why waste prime meat?

We shifted nervously when the harsh grinding buzz of the Rad Gun sounded as a girl had her brain burned. It was common for a girl to loose all bowel control after the radioactive lobotomy, and as the stench refreshed, burning my nostrils, I hoped I wouldn't be one of them. I didn't want to start my first day as a cow covered in my own manure.

More zaps. I shivered as the gun came down the line, closer. I wanted them to hurry. To walk over and stir fry my brain and get it over with and end this miserable day, my miserable existence. I didn't deserve this indignity!

I started to cry. I didn’t want to be ‘that girl’, bawling like a child, but I wasn't the only one. We all were that girl.

Thrashing.

Arms and legs flailing. A girl went into seizure as the Rad Gun burned her brain. From beneath my hood I could see her spazing on the floor as piss spewed like a sprinkler. The attendant stepped over the girl, put the gun to her forehead, and pulled the trigger to fry her a second time.

The girl moaned and fell silent and calm. She panted as if she'd just run a hundred meter dash. The attendant only shook her head and cursed and muttered to herself that she used another precious charge. She then stepped over to the next woman in line.

I closed my eyes and waited. Soon.

The woman beside me slumped and fell against me as if she'd just nodded off on the bus and not had her brain destroyed. I cradled her, happy for something to hold onto. I tried not to whimper as the gun rested against my temple.

I tried to be brave.

And the sun exploded in my head.

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