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Updated on Nov 20, 2024 03:48 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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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 Nov 20, 2024 03:48 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

And much, much more!

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DX Gagorder

Oct 29, 2024 06:53 pm

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Cow

By DX

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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Mar 15, 2024 08:15 pm

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A Fantasy to Life

By DX.

Dr Marcus held her hands up, trying to shield her eyes from the bright camera lights. "Take it easy on the lighting, I just woke up!"

The reporter shoved the microphone back into the elder woman's face. "So you deny that you’re running a slave farm, Dr Marcus? Performing illegal surgical procedures on your innocent and unsuspecting victims?"

Dr Marcus tried to peer thought the brilliant lights to see. "Slave farm? Did you see any guards? A lock on the gate? You got in here easy enough with your ambush crew!" She tried to see which one of them was the light man. "Can we be civil adults for a moment and stop blinding the poor old doctor?" The light man re-directed his bright strobe and the doctor nodded her thanks. "I have nothing to hide. I'll answer any of your questions. I take my tea at this time. Sit." She motioned to the couch as she came from around her desk to relax in the easy chair.

The reporter sat on the edge of the couch, her microphone still in the doctor's face. "My sources say you are performing unorthodox surgical procedures on women, grossly altering their bodies into freaks of nature and selling them to overseas black markets. What's your response to that

The doctor seemingly ignored the reporter as she looked up. "Ah, Carol my assistant with the tea. Please, help your self to some tea and cookies."

Carol walked majestically, balanced on sky scraping ballet boots that flowed into her longer than the law allowed legs capped with a perfectly shaped mammoth derriere. Her hips sashayed as she walked, accented by her tightly corseted, tiny, tiny waist. The reporter sympathetically gasped, unable to believe that the girl could breathe with such a small waist. Stacked atop her wasp-sized waist were her killer breasts that must have been over-inflated with helium to prevent the girl from simply toppling over. She had a long, swan neck, delicate and regal, adorned with a wide band pearl choker. Her face was a beautiful doll, perfect in shape. Her almond shaped eyes of green, expansive and expressive, sparked with delight as her full, puffy bow lips of crimson hinted an amused smile as she leaned over and set the tray on the table, insuring the cameraman had a very clear view of her canyonous cleavage.

The reporter pointed. "That is what I'm talking about! That's not human!"

Carol smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "Oh, I am very human, Miss. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name when you stormed past me."

"Brenda Winters." She said curtly and turned back to Dr. Marcus. "Is she the result of one of your sick experiments?"

The doctor sat back in her chair with her cup of tea, nibbling a cookie. "Miss Winters, allow me to introduce Dr Carol Chambers, one of this nation's leading neurologists. She is currently conducting advanced research in mapping the parts of the brain using nanotechnology."

Carol gave a curtsy then turned to the crew. "Please, do try the cookies, I baked them myself." While they helped themselves, Carol faced Brenda. "I was a mousy, short, flat as an ironing board geek before I asked Dr Marcus to make certain improvements on me. I set the dimensions, she did the rest."

Brenda gasped. "You set the dimensions?"

Carol stood to her full height, flexing her arms to make her breasts swell. "66-18-38. I wanted even more extreme numbers, but the doctor suggested I start slow. My immediate goal reach 70-15-38." She closed her eyes and let out a moan. "Mmmm. That would be so hot!" Her eyes flashed as she thought. "If it were possible, I would have even more extreme numbers. My spine has already been re-enforced to handle the extra weight of my breasts and the heavy boned corset keeps me from simply folding in half. My neck has been gradually lengthened to this sensual length. This pearl choker is actually a specially disguised neck brace and is the only thing that keeps my head erect."

Brenda blinked in amazement. "Why would you want that?"

Carol was surprised the reporter didn't know. "To be beautiful, of course."

Brenda shot a harsh glance at the doctor. "Whose definition I wonder…”

Carol tsked. "Mine of course. When I look in the mirror, I marvel at the object of desire I have become both inside and out. My vagina has been re-modeled into the ultimate pleasure machine. My anus modified to stretch to accommodate objects as big as ten inches in diameter. The nerves in my clitoris now ring both vaginal and anal openings so that I receive pleasure from both. My lips are redesigned to form the perfect suction, and my jaw reworked so I can perform fellatio for days on end without tiring. I even have hidden pads in my knees so I can kneel for extended periods. The nerves in my mouth are enhanced so that I receive pleasure from giving oral sex. Even my tongue has been lengthened to allow me to please the ladies as well." She gave a sly wink and smiled at the crew that stared wide-eyed at her. "Perhaps I can give a demonstration of my talents, you know, as background research for your article. Any volunteers?"

"Down boys." Brenda hissed at them, then looked at Carol. "And where does this stop?"

"I am almost the image of my dreams. For my ultimate goal I hope to have a breast size of 100 and a waist of 14." She shivered. "Oh, the idea drives me wild. Most of my spine will have to be fused. I will be unable to sit. I will only be able to stand or lie flat and I will need assistance to go from one position to the other. My crowning event will be removing my arms."

Brenda almost choked. "Remove your arms?"

Carol nodded. "The suggestion of helplessness. I think that's the ideal bimbo form. A goose like neck leading into smooth shoulders sloping into exaggerated breasts, a breath of a waist and a firm, spankable bottom with long, shapely legs. " She looked at the cameraman, sound man and lighting man sitting on the couch. "Don't you guys think that would be beyond hot?" Carol gave a dubious look. "After my arms are removed, my mouth will be reworked so I will be unable to speak. My teeth will be removed and my gums fattened spongy soft. My vocal cords will be only to create a vibrating enhancement for the love canal that will be my throat. I won't be able to muster a frown, only a pleasurable, a perfect China doll face and smile. My pheromone production will be enhanced so that any male or female within a few yards of me will be unable to resist but take me and have their way with me. I will be helpless to do anything but comply." Carol eyed the crew. "You all want me now, don't you?"

When they silently nodded, Brenda glared at them. "Remember, you’re professionals." She growled, then turned to Dr Marcus. "So instead of sending her to a psychiatrist for extensive therapy, you made her into your personal love doll." She accused.

Dr Marcus scoffed as she munched another cookie. "She's an adult, quite capable of deciding what she wants to do with her life and her body. It’s people like you that enforce the stereotypical expectations of what her female role should be. You want her to be strong and dominant. But she clearly doesn't want that." Dr Marcus took a sip of her tea. "Besides, she has a PHD in psychology. Who would I send her to? Herself?"

"And most importantly," Carol interjected. "I'm happy! Every time I look in a mirror I am overwhelmed by my appearance. Thrilled!"

Brenda only glared in disbelief. "Aren't all these operations painful?"

Carol smiled warmly. "What isn't? Diet, exercise, denial." Carol's gaze lowered. "Tell the truth, when you get home the first thing you do is kick off those shoes and take off that bra. Carol nodded slightly. "Everything we do hurts. I'm in pain right now, but at least it’s pain that I want. I look in the mirror, or watch the expressions of those around me, staring openly, unable to turn away, and I'm on cloud nine. We use Nanites, tiny machines the size of a molecule, to assist with the surgeries. It cuts healing time in half. The nanites can attach themselves to glands to control the chemicals in the body to allow natural modifications as well."

Brenda turned hotly at Dr. Marcus, sneering. "Obviously she's not right in the head. How can you call yourself a responsible doctor?"

Dr Marcus sighed. "Look, why don't you and your crew take a stroll around the grounds. Every door will be opened for you. No secrets. Carol will be your guide. Spend some time with her and you'll see she's a normal, well adjusted woman."

"Overly adjusted. Brenda mumbled.

The doctor glanced at her watch, ignoring the reporter. "I'm due in surgery at ten and I want to prepare. Why don't you come to the observation deck and you can watch one of my... As you would say, creations."

Brenda Winters stood up, tugging on the lapels of her pants suit. "I'll do just that."

Dr. Marcus dipped a cookie into her tea, then nibbled it. "And take some of these cookies with you, I'll devour the whole plate if you leave me alone with them."

Winters' camera crew filled their pockets as they headed out. Their first stop was the outer office where a very pregnant woman groaned painfully as she slowly arched her back, her hand on the small of her spine.

“Margaret," Carol scolded. "you shouldn't strain yourself."

Margaret looked up from her filing, a smile crossing her face. "Oh, no bother." She was a startling beauty with enhanced features. Even in her final stages of pregnancy, she was a very desirable woman. With her incredibly sized breasts, long swan like neck and long legs that ended in tiny, tiny feet (which were bare), it was obvious that she was a product of Dr. Marcus.

Brenda waved her crew over. "Get a shot of this." She ordered as she put her mic in the girl's face. "Tell me, Margaret is it? Tell me, when are you due?"

Margaret's face crossed with confusion, then she smiled understanding. "Oh, I'm not pregnant!"

The reporter blinked with disbelief. "Oh, I'm sorry, I uh..."

“It's okay." Margaret said. "I know I look pregnant. I had Dr. Marcus perform the surgeries to do it." She massaged her swollen belly. "My 'baby' is nothing more than fifteen pounds of saline packs. I've been taking hormonal steroid boosters which has caused breast growth and lactation. That and facial and body sexual enhancements." She smiled sheepishly. "I hope it pleases my husband."

Brenda smelled a story. "And who is your husband? Is he forcing you to undergo these obviously painful and permanent changes to your body?"

Margaret looked alarmed. "Oh, no! It’s nothing like that. I haven't found a husband yet."

Brenda's face lost all expression. "You mean you’re doing this in hopes of finding a man with a pregnant woman fetish?"

Margaret smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "Uh huh. I just hope Dr. Marcus finds someone soon. I'm fully recovered from the operations and I can't wait to have someone to please."

"Actually, Margaret..." Carol interrupted. "I didn't want to spoil things until everything was finalized, but we've found a match for you. An oil baron in Texas. We've just finished the background checks and the interviews. He's the real deal and can't wait to meet you."

Margaret's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really! Oh, Carol, I'm so happy!"

Carol fished a photograph from a folder on her desk. "Here's what he looks like."

"Oh, I don't care what he looks like." She said, glancing at the picture. "But he is good looking."

Carol nodded. "And hornier than a desert toad in heat." She said in a Texan accent. "Your flight is tomorrow afternoon for your first chaperoned date." Carol handed the girl the folder. “It's all in here. If you guys hit it off, we can scheduled more dates and see where this goes."

Margaret face was streaming with tears. "This is so wonderful. How can I ever thank you and Dr. Marcus?"

Carol hugged the teary girl and gave her a light pat on her belly. "You just did. Now get your stuff together and tonight we'll have a celebration dinner." She pulled away. "I'm going to be showing these people around so hold my calls, okay?" When Margaret nodded, Carol turned to the reporter and her crew. “Let's step outside."

As they stepped out into the warm spring air, Brenda noticed a jogger coming up the trail. At second glance, Brenda realized it was a girl, obviously one of Dr. Marcus' creations, with another girl riding on her back.

"Ah, Clarice and her pony-girl, Wildfire." Carol said. "Good Morning!"

Clarice reigned her pony and saluted with her crop. "Ma'am."

Brenda put out her microphone. "I'm doing a story and I'd like to ask some questions." She turned to the pony.

Wildfire was a very tall, muscular girl. Her smooth skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. She was bald, save for a brilliant mane of red hair. Her face was outlined in a complicated halter and bit system. Her head was forced erect by a stiff, wide collar that was bolted to a steel strap which ran down her spine that was bolted to the steel corset that nipped her waist to almost nothing.

Her shoulders were beautifully rounded, faint healing scars where her arms had been surgically removed. Her breasts had been squeezed through heavy metal bands, eight inches long and three inches in diameter. Heavy metal rods pierced the base of the bands, though her breasts, and bolted securely to the other side to prevent the bands from ever being removed. Her stretched out breasts were fat heavy dough balls that rested on the flat of her stomach. Her nipples were pierced with heavy, gold rings welded closed. From those rings, stirrups hung.

From the back of the corset, a saddle protruded allowing a rider to rest between her shoulder blades, the weight distributed along the length of her spine. Although the saddle was removable, there were no catches or buckles for the corset. It was permanently welded to the girl's body.

At the base of her spine, a plume a red hair erupted. The girl could swish it about. Her ankles were arched and the balls of her feet ended in hooves, surgically grafted to her feet. Her eyes flashed green with anger.

Brenda looked at the rider accusingly. "She doesn't look very happy. Is it because you've forced these cruel operations on her?"

Clarice snorted in disgust, obviously insulted. "She isn't happy because you've interrupted her favorite past time. Her morning run. I didn't force anything on her. She's always wanted to be a pony-girl. I bought her all sorts of costumes and wagons for her to pull, but when she found out about Dr Marcus' little Spa here, she was an unbearable slave. I finally had to give in. She wrote down all the alterations she wanted and the good doctor made them. Now if you look down you'll notice that her corset melds into a panty between her legs. Well, it drives against her sex so she gets a sexual thrill when she runs." Clarice sawed the reigns as Wildfire started stamping her feet, wanting to run again. "Easy girl." Clarice cooed." She looked at Brenda. "You wonder who is the mistress and who is the slave sometimes. What she needs is a good stallion on the grounds for her to play with. Her pussy has been moved back to allow easier penetration while standing up and I don't think she can wait to try it out." Clarice shot a glance at the sound man who was staring intently.

Brenda tried another angle. "And why remove her arms?"

Clarice set her lips, bothered by Brenda's accusatory tone. "Pony-girls don't have arms." She said as a matter of fact, trying to maintain an air of civility. "Human's have hands to manipulate their environment, Pony-girls must depend on their owners for their care."

Brenda looked at the bit gag, drawn deeply into the girls mouth. "Can she talk?"

Wildfire let out a whinny, and stamped her feet again.

"Other than horse sounds, no. Her mouth has be restructured so she can no longer make human sounds. But the sound she's making is horse talk for: 'Lets ride!'" Clarice saluted with her riding crop and with a click of her tongue, they were off again.

Brenda watched as Wildfire took off at a fast canter, carrying her rider effortlessly. "Where did Clarice find that amazon?"

Carol continued her walk. "You're getting it backwards. It’s Wildfire that sought out Clarice. You see, Dr Clarice Witherspoon is an endocrinologist, and used nanites to stimulate the glands that produce growth in the body. Wildfire is her test subject."

Brenda shook her head disbelievingly. "So Wildfire subjected herself to untested medical experiments to fulfill her fantasy to be a pony-girl?"

Carol beamed. "Precisely!"

She turned to the rear of the building where a large pool was. "Here we have Samantha, our mermaid." The cameraman aimed his camera into the blue waters trying to focus on the grey streak slipping effortlessly though the water. Samantha turned suddenly, cresting the water and skimmed by them. Her facial features were smoothed, leaving her head an almost anonymous oval shape devoid of hair or any real features save her full, strong lips which smiled at her visitors. She had a most entrancing, exotic look. Her arms melded into her sides, virtually vanishing into her tiny waist, her legs melded into one, powerful limb tipped with a broad fin which powered her through the water. She let out a cheery squeal of rapid clicks and dove into the depths again.

Carol faced the group. "If any of you fell like a little swim, Samantha would insure you the best of times." She winked. "She loves a good frolic in the surf. Apart from her obvious external modifications, she has had all of her teeth removed and her mouth reworked to the perfected sucking machine. She also has a slit in her underside that when stimulated opens up to form the perfect pussy. It suctions you in and her muscles do all the work. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. Unlike mythical mermaids that lure sailors to drown, ours can provide a mouth to mouth airway, drawing air from her blow hole in the back of her neck which crests the waters surface. It's a most erogenous experience, submerged in calm waters, her pussy working you. Not only can she digest fish, swallowing them whole, but she can also process human sperm both orally and vaginally! To her, it's a treat, like candy." Carol nodded at their stunned and lusting faces. "Perhaps when the tour is over one of you would like to give her a little treat? Hmm?" She turned. "This way to the barn. I think you'll get a kick out of this."

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Dec 13, 2023 04:29 pm

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The Dark

By DX

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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.
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"In the dark I had no concept of the passage of time. It was maddening. Strapped in the chair unable to move a muscle, I could only wait until she came, my torturer.

“Most men wouldn't think of it as torture. Most men would enjoy having this ravaging beauty with soft, delicate hands and gentle enchanting voice to visit them. For me, it only added to my feeling of helplessness. My despair.

"I was a normal guy, living a normal life, when they came to my apartment, took me down with stun-guns and chloroform and carted me off to the dark. I was scrubbed raw with antiseptic, pasted with electric pads and sensors, sealed in a thick, latex cat-suit and strapped into the chair. It was more of a frame than chair, really. Straps around my ankles, below and above my knees, thighs, across my stomach, my chest, my wrists, forearms, biceps, neck and forehead. If that weren't enough, there were straps over my shoulders attached to the strap across my chest. My head was sealed in a latex helmet, my breathing channeled through long rubber hoses snaking off behind my head somewhere. My view of the world, such as it was, was through two tiny goggles. My mouth was packed with a fat, spongy ball with a tube that on a timed schedule force fed me a disgusting soup that kept me hydrated and nutritioned.

"Only my manhood was exposed. It hung in the empty space where the chair seat should be. My legs were secured wide apart leaving me completely exposed. My wastes were only liquid and simply went down the drain set up just for that. I would sometimes pee just so I could have its tinkling sound to entertain me.

"My muscles twitched to the electric pad's eclectic rhythm that kept my limbs from atrophy. Their pain was random so I never became accustomed to it, and although the current was slight, when there is no other sensory input, its tiny pin pricks soon grew from a mere annoyance, to excruciating.

"Only darkness, pain and discomfort.

“It became my horrible existence. I desperately willed myself to die.

“I could not. I could only sit, and wait.

"For her.

"Once a day, perhaps ten times a day, I don't know, she came. Light filled my tiny chamber as she swung open the heavy steel door. I was in a tiny room, just big enough for my chair; grey, concrete walls and floor with a steel vaulted door— as if I could escape the chair.

“When my eyes adjusted to the light and I could see, she would be there, smiling, her eyes filled with stars, her cheeks adorned with dimples. Her lips, soft, sweet succulent lips, cooing and purring for me, so happy to see me. She always wore blood red glistening lipstick, to match her blood red glistening latex body suit and her amazingly tight, breath stealing corset. She walked easily on her arch breaking high heeled leather ballet shoes.

"Her hair, like black wet tar, was pulled back tightly against her head and spewed from the top of her head in a long single braid that almost touched the ground. Her long lashes slowly fanned her sapphire eyes; sharp, wintery eyes that could cut through flesh, down to the bone with only a glance.

"'How are we?' She would ask. Her voice like cough syrup, sweet, a little fruity, and a lingering bite that bubbled within you. She would fuss over me as she checked my hoses and tubes, leaning her breasts so close, I could imagine her perfume. Her glacier eyes peering deep into mine, making sure she had my complete attention. It was then she brought in her milking stool and set it before me. She would settle herself before me, and with a ruler and calipers, carefully measure my cock and balls, noting it carefully in her little diary.

"Once this was done, she'd look up, her eyes peering devilishly from behind her fan of lashes as she poured the lubricant into her rubber gloved hands.

"Soft as a whisper, so slight, so gentle and sensation deprived as I was, it was like a lighting strike. She would shush my grunts, and moan sensually, as if she could feel my wonderful passion as she worked me in her hands. I could feel my soul draining into her touch, building to her oh so delectable, feathery strokes. Just the tips of her fingers, tantalizing, tempting, teasing, taking forever to do the job. Letting the wave grow.

"Eternity passes and I am frothing, my eyes threatening to fall back into my head, shivering, shuddering, thrashing into my unyielding fetters before she smiles and lets the tsunami hit. 'Oooo! What a good boy!' She says as she catches my fluids in a beaker, teasing every last drop. She holds it up and checks its level, color, texture, then after she notes it in her log, corks the bottle and puts it into her little carrier. There are others, I guess, somewhere. She never mentions them, or anyone, for that matter. As if she and I are the last people on Earth. Assuming I am still on Earth. But I know that I am not her only client, her only prisoner.

"I can only watch helplessly as she packs up her stuff, blows me a kiss, then leaves, closing the heavy door behind her, throwing me back into darkness. After she throws the many locks, properly securing my prison, there is only silence.

"And waiting until she returns.

"How much time passes, how many times we have done this, I don't know. Months, years? But after uncountable sessions, she looks up to me with disappointed eyes. 'You're going to have to do better.' She blows me a kiss and leaves me in the dark. Do better? What that means, I have no idea. On subsequent visits, she smiles sadly, looking at my offering in her beaker. 'You have to let yourself go, let the medicine work.' Something in the soup they pump into me I guess. 'If you don't pick up, you'll be...' She seems truly frightened, glancing around, whispering as if someone will hear. 'You'll be re-assigned.'"

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The Letter

By DX

Inspired by Dolcett and Pero Loco!
In the future, human cattle, hucows, have become the norm.
A woman receives notice to report to the Butchery to be a hucow for slaughter, but she has a better plan! Will she wind up on the menu?
Cannibal, Dolcett, hucow EXTREME!

Christy looked up as the autonav of her hover-car beeped to announce she was home. She set aside her book and touched the acknowledge button and took hold of the yoke. Usually the autonav could park the car in the driveway, but Alexa had blocked the driveway last night with her car and still hadn't moved it. Christy sighed angrily as she squeezed her little one seater through the driveway and parked it on the charger.

"Didn't go to work today?" Christy asked testily as she stepped into the house.

Alexa was laid back on the sofa with a half package of cookie dough in her lap and watching the tri-vid. She didn't look up. "I got up late so I called in sick."

Christy shook her head as she maneuvered around the cluttered room and sat down at the data terminal. "Alexa, if you lose this job you're gonna be meat." She said logging on.

Alexa snorted. "Hardly." She changed channels.

Christy downloaded the news and e-mail. "Yeah, and you still owe me rent. Any chance of that?"

Alexa made a face. "Soon as I get my workman's comp settlement."

Christy rubbed her temples tiredly. "You threw yourself down a flight of stairs in front of witnesses. They're not going to pay." The data term beeped and Christy scrolled through the mail, her face aglow with cathode light. "You got mail."

Alexa pointed the remote and changed channels. "What is it?"

"Don't know. It’s from the State. I can't open it."

Alexa sprang off the couch and the cookie dough rolled to the floor. "That's my settlement!” She pushed her way to the key board. "Move."

"Hey, I'm sitting here." Christy complained.

"You're the one bitching about the rent." Alexa reached over Christy's shoulder and typed in her el-sig then put her thumb on the reader for her print scan.

"Just print it out and go away."

Alexa snatched the static sheet from the printer. "Be nice to me, I'm gonna be rich." She headed back to the couch.

Christy shook her head. "Sign over your half of the lease and you can keep the three months rent you owe me. How’s that for a deal?” Christy continued to sort through her mail. "Well, are you gonna keep me in suspense? Are they gonna pay out for your obviously false claim, or arrest you for fraud?” Christy turned around and looked at Alexa. "Well?"

Alexa was sitting up, the letter hanging loosely from her fingers. Her face was blank and her jaw slack.

Christy cocked her head. “So, I guess I'm not getting any rent money."

Alexa looked up, her blue eyes wide and quickly filling with tears. "It's the letter." She said with a whisper.

Christy turned back to the data term. "Took a trip down the stairs for nothing, huh?" She logged off the term. "I told you they wouldn't pay."

Alexa pleaded, her voice like a little girl. "It's the letter." She repeated. "I have to report to the Butchery." A tear trickled down her cheek. "To be slaughtered."

Christy leaned back in the chair. "When?"

"Wednesday." She said, whipping away her tear.

Christy nodded, thinking. "I can call the lawyer and you can sign over the lease on Monday."

Alexa's eyes grew round as plates. "How can you talk about the stupid house? I'm going to be carved up into steaks!"

Christy scoffed. "Burger is more like it."

Alexa threw her hands up and leapt off the couch. "How can you joke at a time like this?" She waved the letter at Christy. "It's the letter!"

Christy rolled her eyes. "What are you getting so mad at? You've been on the list ever since you flunked high-school. Why are you surprised?"

Alexa stood in the middle of the room with the letter crumpled in her hand. "I thought I made it." She said quietly. "I'm twenty one. I'm too old."

“You're not twenty-one for another month."

"It doesn't matter!" She turned, her hackles raising. “It's close enough! It isn't fair!"

"Don't yell at me." Christy matched her anger. "You've always known that if you fail the final exams you can get sent to the Butchery. And with your work record, I'm surprised they didn't call you sooner." Christy stood up and headed to the kitchen. "So what? You're meat? Thousands of people a day get butchered. Why are you so special?"

Alexa watched as Christy took a Meal Pack from the fridge and dropped it in the steamer to cook. Her mind flashed back with the image of her first day of senior year. All the students of adult age were given the tour of the Butchery, to inspire them to study hard and get good grades. They all stood trembling and watched from the darkened catwalk as the cattle, hucows, human cows for slaughter, were lead into the room. They were naked, their heads already shaved. Their grade, fresh and angry branded on one hip. They wore heavy obedience collars about their necks. They didn't fight. They didn't talk. They knew better. They sobbed and shivered in the cold air and clung to each other for warmth and support. There, they waited.

Alexa remembered the greasy feel to the floor. She stood beside Christy, hugging herself in the gloomy shadow of the catwalk. The air was filled with a nauseating, unplaceable stench. All the witnesses fought from retching and gagging. The teacher had everyone take a pill to keep them from vomiting.

It wasn't working.

Below, an attendant with a Hypogun walked up the line of cattle and pressed the tip to the meaty part of the shoulder of each hucow. With a quick hiss, each one was given a stimulant to help keep them alive and breathing during the entire process. It was marketing ploy; to guarantee freshness, the hucows had to be alive and well for most of the process. If they were conscious, it meant they were alive and well and very fresh. They implied it improved the taste. People swore by it, even though there was no proof, and paid big bucks for a live slaughtered hucow.

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