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The old dirt road tested her car’s suspensions, and Betty wondered if she should have taken the clinic up on the free bus ride. Still, she decided it was better to have her own way of leaving if things got weird. The GPS directed her way out into the countryside, a whole other world from the city she never strayed from, and she began to worry if there really was anyone living out here. Only passing single old buildings every couple of minutes. Seeing only a mixture of cows and horses in the fenced in fields than any people in the last hour of her drive. The woman had plenty of time thinking about the decision to indulge in her curiosity. At first, she had thought it had been a joke when she saw it listed on the pamphlet. Not believing that a trip to a specialized fertility clinic a few weeks ago would result in the oddest road trip in her life so far. It really began last year when she turned thirty. Happily single with no interest in settling down with a long term partner yet, living comfortably on a successful book career, but a stray thought about becoming a parent had stuck. So, she had walked in just to get an ideal if she wanted to go through with such a huge decision.
They walked her through all the information, answering her questions, and ended with a pamphlet on all the specialized options they offered. Offering more than just insemination done at the clinic. They offered ‘STUDS’, not just anonymous donners, but men of her choosing to do the act personally. Every single one certain to match somebody’s type. Strong athletes, handsome devils, and beautiful fair strangers that all caught her interest. With various romantic options to choose. She could have done a simple date night of pizza & beer, a high-class restaurant that was probably more expensive on its own than anything else, or a few more extreme scenarios for those that wanted a thrill of excitement. The section exclaiming that each one necessitated a waiver to be signed. They had all made her laugh as she rolled her eyes reading them off. Knowing now why one of her more extreme friends had recommended this place. The Farm, the very last offering, caught her eye.
“Is this real?”, She had asked consultant managing to keep a professional face.
“The property is about thirty miles outside the city.”
“And people actually…”
“Yes, but it’s a very intense package that deters many. Some are VERY into the ideal before actually committing. Which is why everyone must first tour the facility and study all safety material before undergoing it.” It sounded like a kink fever dream she had as a horny teenager. Curiosity won out and they set up a tour for her. As she wondered if she would arrive, she saw the last turn on her GPS direct her to an ordinary-looking farm from the front.
Making out the silhouette of a cowboy waiting for her on the front porch of a large ranch house. Parking her car, she saw up close it was a good looking fella in a green flannel button up, and well fitting blue jeans. He had a handsome face, speaking with a lower polite baritone as he greeted her.
“Welcome Ma’am! You can call me Alex. I’m the head wrangler here, and I take it you’re my Two O’clock appointment.”, He took Betty’s hand in a friendly handshake. The cowboy’s hand was strong, calloused from years of work she could never imagine doing herself. Alex looked like a man who could tie down a bull in Betty’s imagination. His arms had powerful muscles that didn’t need to flex to show off. In contrast Betty felt like a little toothpick next to him. “Hi yeah, I’m Betty it’s great to finally get here. I’ve been so curious.” Alex laughed, “Yep, I understand. Well before we begin. Just to double check, but you’ve signed and read over everything. We’ll need it before we even can start.”
“It took me about three days to get through it all, but I have it all here.”, Betty handed over the stacks of safety guides, warnings, and waivers.
“Fantastic! Please come inside, and while we make sure everything’s up to snuff, we can go over any questions.”
The inside of the ranch home could have fooled Betty for a five-star bed & breakfast. A staff of uniformed man and women were waiting on several women. They were all enjoying a service of good smelling food, messages carried out in a spa wing, and chatting happily with their neighbors. Some greeted Betty with knowing smiles that threaded the fine line of being creepy. All of them were at different stages of pregnancies and being cared for on hand and foot. Betty noticed three different women wearing the same loose kind of black collar with a golden tag on it. Alex led her to a private room. Handing off the paperwork before closing the wide double doors giving them some privacy.
“Please have a seat Ma’am and help yourself to whatever you like on the table.” Betty helped herself to a few little sandwiches and some water as Alex began the opening spill. “Now as you’ve read, in this program it lasts as long as the participants wishes it to last, we take everyone’s consent and comfort very seriously. You have total control to end things with a single word, or gesture. However, if we notice that if things are becoming too intense for an individual, we may pause without a safe word being used.”
“Even if they don’t want to stop?”, Betty asked.
“A lot of people really do want to tough it out but are too scared to admit that they can’t themselves. This experience is only for people with a high level of masochism and exhibitionism. It’s more than just a few hard spankings. You will be caged, treated like an animal, stimulated repeatedly without break, and penetrated by various objects and wranglers.”
“Understood. I can see how it can be more than some people can handle.”, Betty smiled not letting herself show Alex any kind of hesitance. Alex nodded, “There’s no shame in changing your mind. I stress that to everyone who comes in here.”
“Now everyone here has their own specific wranglers. You’ve heard me say that a couple times now, but to explain; A wrangler will be the only person allowed to touch you. They are the people you’ve picked to act as a STUD. If anyone who you’ve not picked tries to do anything they will be dealt with to the full extent. I will personally dig the grave for them. Our wranglers are constantly tested, and we don’t tolerate any irritable behavior from them. We work on a single strike-you’re out of here policy. These guys love their job and are desperate to keep their stock happy. That includes me as well. I’m proud to say I’ve breed over forty-one previous guests here myself, and it would kill me if I ever hurt just one.”
“Oh!”, Betty gasped trying to wrap her head around such a feat. Stealing a glance down to an impressive bulge she hadn’t been looking for before, but now aware she was having trouble ignoring it. Alex chuckled as he directed Betty’s eyes back up. There was a knock at the door and a worker quickly gave the all clear on Betty’s paperwork was good to go.
“That’s great! So how about we start this tour Ms. Betty.”, Alex offered his arm, and Betty hooked hers through it. Letting the cowboy escort her out the back of the ranch house. “Now out here we’ll meet some of the other animals.” Outside in the backyard it still didn’t appear any different than a normal farm, but out here she could hear sounds coming from the various sheds, and barns. “Now at this time of day when it’s too hot. We don’t let them outside too much. Let’s head by the bunny cages first.” They walked around to one of the more open buildings that reminded Betty of a petting zoo. Smelling like straw and sweat. There was a large pin area where serval bunnies rested; Women coated with a shine of sweat from being outside earlier wearing large rabbit ears, and cotton tails. All stripped down to little outfits that did nothing to cover any shame. All on their hands and knees acting out the part of cute pets. Hopping over to their visitors hoping for attention.
“Aren’t they cute!”, Alex grinned reaching over the fence to pet their heads affectionally. Betty was a little stunned as three women all with flushed faces crowded under her. Pressing their breasts together with open expectant mouths. Betty blushed, “Oh! Sorry I don’t have anything to feed you!” Alex patted her hand with a wink, “They’re asking for you to spit in their mouths.”
“Really?”, Betty looked at the trio who nodded their heads rapidly keeping their tongues out.
“It’s fine. Go ahead.”, Alex encouraged her. Shyly she leaned over the fence and collected the drool in her mouth. The bunnies made pitiful wanton noises as they shoved into each other. Trying to be the one right under her when she spat. Betty aimed the best she could and landed it right on the tongue of the bunny on the right. Immediately the bunny moaned out like it was delicious and savored the taste. The other two began kissing her as if they could steal it. All three grouped at each other as they fell into a pile. Rutting and exploring each other’s hot bodies.
Betty watched wide eyed as a few others joined in. Feeling her face burn bright she was embarrassed it had happened so fast. Alex seemed to enjoy her reaction as he led her on. In the other half of the bunny building were several rows of stacked cages built into the walls. Each one holding a bunny that was forced to stay crouched over, moaning out looking hungry for touch, and from the familiar loud buzzing sounds coming from each one Betty could guess why. They tried reaching out of their cages for Alex who just shewed them away, and when they wouldn’t stop turned a nearby knob. The vibrations became louder along with their voices. Some collapsing as they held onto the cages for dear life.
“Yes, our bunnies are an adorable bunch. They need constant stimulation and attention. Fucking sluts.” Betty’s heart was already beating as fast as a rabbit as they left the first building. “I never expected-.”
“Oh, we’re just starting.”, Alex smiled taking her over to building that had a pig pen connected to it. “Now these pigs love these hot days. It makes playing in the mud so much more relaxing. Here we have a wrangler at work. Now pay attention to him.”
The Pigs bodies were covered head to toe in mud. Naked expect for their skimpy pink bikini’s and gear of curly tails, and ears. Some were relaxing in the large mud bath while others wrestled. Betty had no trouble being distracted by a hefty girl wearing additional head gear that hooked into her nose. Contorting her face into looking more pig like as she was led up a small ramp. Bringing her up out of the mud enough to put her just under a man. He looked up seeing the two and gave a friendly wave before getting to work. “Has this piggy been enjoying its own filth?”, He asked her. Getting a happy oink in response as she wiggled. Raising her ass up in the air twerking it to answer him. All the other pigs seemed to be drawn in by her clapping and gathered around vying for the wrangler’s attention. He waved them off as he put on latex gloves and then grabbed the pig by her face squeezing it.
“You’re a dirty fucking sow. Look at what a mess you are!”, He roughly slapped her face hard enough that it scared Betty, but the pig just happily oinked again. The Wrangler wiped away the mud on her large ass. Revealing very white skin that had been hidden under the layers of filth. “This isn’t right though.”, The wrangler tsked as he took out a hard looking paddle board. The pig’s eyes grew large, and she shirked away seeing it, but he grabbed ahold of her hair. Pulling back her head as he held it up to her neck like a weapon, “Oh is the piggy afraid of this?” She gulped before shaking her head no. “Okay.”, He pushed her head down and pulled up on the little pink bikini bottom she was wearing to raise her hips back up into the air.
The wrangler produced a gag designed to look like an apple. Fixing it so the pig bit down on it before he got to work. The first crack of the paddle board made her muffled yell loud enough to still be heard. Something Betty felt ran down her body. The second hit already turning the ass cheeks a bright red. All the pigs watched transfixed as the show pig received her hits. By the final sixth crack of the board her bottom was the same shiny pink as her scant clothing. “See, now this pig looks right. She looks beautiful enough to eat. Isn’t that how this pig feels?”, He asked her again holding her head up by her hair. The pig sniffled, nodding her head as her muffled voice tried to get out a yes. The wrangler massaged her sore ass before helping her wobble off the ramp. Two of the other pigs began to sooth their exhausted sister. As they tended to her the wrangler looked over the other excited sows and picked out the next one on his list.
“Wasn’t he a little too rough?”, Betty asked in a hushed voice. Alex patted her hand, and Betty realized just how tightly she was gripping onto his arm. “He’s as rough as each pig lets him be. Even with the apple gag they’re free to signal him to stop. After this each of our poor sows here will be treated to something they all enjoy.”
“What’s that?”, she tried to ignore the sound of more painful cracks of the board. Followed by muffled moans of pain.
“You can find out in just a short while if you want to wait. This wrangler only has two more pigs here that have picked him.”
“Just two? All of them seem to want a turn.”
“Some probably do, other’s just like to watch and play, but again only the wranglers chosen by our guests here are allowed any kind of treatment by them.”
Betty watched as the wrangler turned all three pig’s backside a bright pink. After he was done, he led them all inside where Betty and Alex followed. Inside the pig shed was a wash station where a few other pigs were being scrubbed down. Not the three paddled pigs however, they were forced on crawling on their hands and knees into low setting stockades. Locking their hands and head on one end, and their ankles at the other end. Forcing them to stay in a low pathetic position. The wrangler yanked down all of their bikini bottoms in front of his audience. He ran his fingers over their exposed pussies testing to see how wet they were. Fingering them with ease as each single one was soaking wet. Moaning, drooling out from behind their gags. Whimpering each time he moved on to another pig, and desperately wiggling their hips trying to get his attention back. He ignored them each time until he was satisfied that they were ready. The wrangler went over to a locker where he first changed out his gloves for fresh ones, and then grabbed three fuck machines for each pig; a powered dildo on a piston that he set up behind each of them. Using a giant jug of lubricant, he lubed up each one before grabbing a remote to each one. Betty was biting her lower lip as the next show started. Watching as all three pigs began to squirm and buckle as the machines came to life. The wrangler checked a nearby chart before adjusting each machine. Setting one to a lower speed and raising the one on the far right to a higher one. The pigs squealed as they were relentlessly assaulted. All but one slamming their bodies back against the toys, as the one who didn’t could only shake from the pleasure she was experiencing.
Betty almost didn’t notice that Alex was trying to get her attention. When she looked at him Alex was meekly pointing to her watch. “I should warn you we can’t watch the whole thing here. As this will be going on till each sow here has experienced an orgasm for a total of thirty minutes.”
“Thirty!”, Betty nearly yelled out. Alex nodded, “Yes, I don’t know how true it is, but they say it’s a fact that real pigs get to enjoy them for that long. We’ve already been watching these three for ten, but we can’t keep you here all day. Not yet at least.”, Alex winked at her, and she blushed. Wondering if she had really been watching the three be violated for so long without noticing the time. Betty let herself be led out to the next building. Where she was surprised to see a group of animals actually standing up for once.
“These are our Mares. Our little show ponies.”, Alex waved a handout to the horses in their leather looking BD/SM geared harnesses. Each one wearing a black under bust corset with their arms bound behind them in long sleeved cuffs forcing their chests out. Wearing hoofed heels that made their legs look long with their firm asses pushed up. All their hair was braided to look like a show horse. Some wore blinders, while others wore bits that forced their mouths open as they were led around by their wranglers. Groups of mares performed synchronized routines at the crack of a wrangler’s whip. Keeping them in time to a dance as he counted the steps.
They walked by the stables where a few of the other horses were being kept. Betty saw a few being brushed down by their wranglers. Looking relaxed as the men and women dotted on them for doing good jobs. Other stables had the mares being punished for failing to perform. One was forced to straddle a wooden horse. Her chest heaving as her wrangler, another woman, hit her with a riding crop sharply on each tit.
“We’ve been over this a hundred times now!”, She criticized her. Grabbing ahold of the horse’s tail and twisting it. Betty just now understood that it was in fact an anal toy. The horse buckled and whined as the wrangler played with her cunt. “We’re going to get this right if you want to be bred. You do want to be knocked up, don’t you?”
The horse cried out a loud want as she came. Betty was a little flushed as they went on to the next stalls. One held a row of women attempting to deep throat large equine phallus styled dildos. Encouraged on by the toys they were forced to wear. The wrangler whipped them whenever they needed to come back up for air. They moved on to the next pin finding a mare in a different stockade than the pigs had been in. She was bent over at the waist and moaning with her tongue hanging out from the O-ring she wore. A wrangler was thrusting into her working up a sweat as he fucked her. Making her large breasts bounce every time he buried his cock deep inside. The mare made eye contact with Betty and shared a longing look at the voyeur. Suddenly nervous Betty pulled on Alex this time getting a move on. “Are you okay Ms. Betty?”, the cowboy asked looking a little concern, “If you want, we can end the tour here.”
“Oh no, I just…need a second before we continue.”
“That’s perfectly alright. Here, take this water.”, Alex took out a cool water bottle from a nearby fridge handing it to her. Betty drained it empty in a second. Astutely aware of her own body heat as she enjoyed the ice-cold water. She wanted to shed off her light jacket not because it felt too hot, but because suddenly it felt constricting.
“Okay I’m good.”, She smiled putting the empty bottle away. They left the stables where the outside air felt good to breathe.
“What are your thoughts so far?”, Alex asked.
“Well, it’s living up to everything on the brochure. This place is a fetish dream come true. I’ve gone to sex parties, and dungeons before, but nothing like this; something that can go on for months!”
“It can be a lot, we always have a few women who realize that its not for them, but do you think you can manage it?” Betty chewed on her lip as she imagined subjecting herself to the treatment here. Rubbing her thighs together at the thought of being like the pet coming up to them now. Her arms and legs were folded up by restraints forcing her to walk on her elbows and knees. Waddling up to Alex making happy puppy noises. Shaking her tail plug that Betty could here vibrating. The cowboy pulled out a pair of clean gloves,” Hey there girl~ This cute little bitch is named Sally.” Alex ruffled her hair and began grouping her fat pregnant tits. Rubbing the bitch’s showing stomach as she stroked her back, “Yes when she first arrived here. She was a skinny little thing like you. With skitter bite tits, and the flattest ass I saw, but we’ve gave her a lot of good affection. She’s filled out real nice hasn’t she.” Alex praised patting the round naked ass getting a happy yelp from the dog. He grabbed ahold of the ass showing Betty just how much it had to shake. The bitch pressed herself into her owner’s leg wanting more attention. Trying to balance up on her knees to nuzzle the bulge in his pants. Alex squeezed her face giving it kisses on her cheek while he fingered the bitch at the same time. “This is actually her second time here at the farm! She just loves it so much doesn’t she!” An intense bout of jealousy built up in Betty at the affection Alex showed the dog, but she pushed it down.
“May I?”, She asked, and with a nod from the dog Alex gave her a pair of thin gloves.
Sally welcomed her hands with a big smile. Betty loved how warm and smooth her bare back felt to the touch. Weighing the large, swollen breasts in her hand. Imagining the transformation that had happened to her. She looked more like a cow than a dog in her opinion. Especially how her teats started to leak milk as she pulled on them. She fought the urge to run her hands between Sally’s legs. Curious if she could feel the heat she seemed to be radiating all over there the strongest.
“I see you’re ready to look at our final stop on our tour. Go on Sally, go play with your friends now.”, but the bitch wouldn’t run off. She whined, pressing her face shamelessly into Alex’s crotch. Alex tsked his tongue disapprovingly but looked like he was torn to turn her away.
“G-Go ahead. She needs the attention.”, Betty smiled. Alex eyed her, “You sure?” She had to look away feeling herself blush, but she hummed a yes. “Alrighty then. Come on girl! Show us a trick; Roll over!” Alex helped her roll over onto her back comfortably. Sally looked totally helpless in her restraints. Unable to cover herself up at all as she was splayed out under Alex and looking overjoyed to find herself there. Alex ran his hands over her body teasing her. “That’s a good girl~ You’re so well behaved!”
Sally happily barked as Alex creased her breasts. Playing with them as the bulge in his pants grew. Sally tried using her mouth fruitlessly trying to free it.
“Oh, do you want something girl? Do you want this?”, He pressed his crotch into her face. Humping the bitch’s face down to the ground. She whimpered, shaking her head up and down. Alex laughed undoing his belt and the top button. Sticking the zipper latch out before leaning over her face with it. Sally needed a few tries before she could bite unto it, and with some effort managed to unzip his jeans. Betty watched feeling like an awkward third wheel as the dog sucked on the outline of Alex’s cock under the tight confines of his thong. Alex freed his hard cock letting it thud against her face. Immediately she opened her mouth in a trained response. Letting him use her face like a toy getting his cock wet enough to use. Gagging on his cock but made no attempt to break away. Betty could feel her panties grow damp as she watched the tears build up in Sally’s eyes. Alex huffed out a harsh breath of air out his nose stopping his hips pressed against her face. Leaving his cock down her throat long enough that it made Betty worry before taking it out. The bitch gasped for air looking high after the experience before drunkenly smiling.
“Good little slut.”, He praised her as he dominantly walked around her. Sally wiggled with anticipation as he got down spreading her legs apart. Betty fidgeted as he started to fuck her then and there in the open. He looked humongous over her. Holding him self up by his powerful arms pinning the bitch under him as he worked his hips. Alex rocked himself into her at a gentle rhythm. Making Sally melt into a mess of whimpers and moans as he fucked her. Betty was waiting for him to go harder, but the cowboy stayed at the same pace not changing it up. It sounded to Betty like Sally came a few times before Alex ever finished. Cumming inside her to the point it spilled out. Alex pulled out and jerked himself off. Shooting out whatever he had left unto her twitching naked body.
When he was done, he waved over some other wranglers to take care of the creampied bitch. Alex wiped off some sweat off his forehead catching his breath. One of the other wranglers took their used gloves and gave him a nutrition drink to help recover.
“Phew, Enjoy the show?”, He winked at her. Betty grinned, “That was hot. Does everyone get to see that on the tour?”
“No Ma’am. Considered yourself lucky. Now we still have enough time to finish our tour as long I don’t get distracted anymore.” Alex directed her to a large red barn. It’s wide large doors needing to be opened before she could peek inside. Hearing the collected noises first, before experiencing the trapped heat rushing out past her carrying the scent of built-up sex. Still too dark to see anything from the outside it wasn’t till Betty was a few steps inside before her eyes adjusted to the low light.
“These are our cows.”
There was a whole line of cows chained to the wall suspended up in the air forced to show off their naked bodies. Plump curvy bodies shiny with sweat and oil poured unto them by the wranglers. There wasn’t a skinny one among the collection. All looking ready to be milked, and some were in the process already. They were bent over wearing little cow print slings. Their fat heavy breast swinging as they barely managed to stay still. Wearing breast pumps collecting their milk while being forcibly stimulated by a mixture of toys, wranglers fucking them, and some even being subjected to cattle prods. The crackle of the shocks made them scream each time they were zapped between their thighs.
“How powerful are those?”, Betty whispered.
“We modify them to only low outputs. Most heifers in here are already pregnant so we take extra precaution.” Betty watched as some of the collected milk was bagged, labeled and taken to a collection cart.
“We actually donate the excess breast milk we collect.”, Alex answered her question before she could ask it. “Now, one of our cows here is scheduled for a breeding session. She’s in heat so it’s the perfect time for all her wranglers to work together. Let’s watch.” Betty found the cow in a private pin getting gang banged by several men and women. She was lifted off the ground by the man under her pounding her ass. A woman wrangler wearing a realistic looking strap on was tearing her pussy up roughly, while a third kept the cow from screaming with his cock. Keeping his voice low Alex whispered into Betty’s ear making it burn red, “Our lady wrangler’s use special designed strap-ons that can store viable sperm and be released when triggered.” Betty didn’t really care about the technical information at this point. She was just enthralled in the hot sex she was getting to watch.
The woman hit a switch cumming into the cow. Withdrawing, she stepped back to take a break and was replaced instantly by a fresh stud ready to go. Pumping right back inside of her making the cow moo like a whore the few chances she got to breath. Her whole-body rocking with the various forces fucking her. Making her breasts and plump stomach move hypnotically nonstop in Betty’s eyes. The guy fucking her throat pulled out, rushing around to her front pushing the other guy out of the way, and managed to get a few despite thrusts before he came inside next. After he was spent the stud he knocked away pulled him off and took his spot back. The cow couldn’t contain her voice moaning out like slutty music to everyone’s ears. Betty watched as five more studs took their turn with her. By the end of it leaving the cow a twitchy brain dead cum filled positively pregnant slut. Betty was drooling wanting to be next. Alex took her out of the barn leaving the hot scene behind.
“Well Ma’am, how’d you like the tour?”
“I…enjoyed it a lot.”, Betty was playing with her hair, “Umm before I go…would you like to.” Alex cut her off with a held-up hand and a shake of his head, “My apologizes Ms. Betty, but I can’t without you signing your name on the dotted line.”
“Damn…okay. Where do I sign?”
Alex smiled flashing a charming smile and took her back into his office.