extreme beastiality

Okay, like so many others, this is my first story. Purely fantasy, somewhat repressed desires, but who doesn't have those? Likes, dislikes, and constructive criticism are always appreciated.

It was a beautiful evening for a jog through the park. The sunset was a vibrant red-orange glow, the crickets had begun to chirp, and the stars were just starting to emerge in the cloudless sky. Every dusk, Amy ran this path, loving its familiarity and the chance to be closer to nature. Before she saw it, a foot reached out into her path, and she tumbled to the ground. She lifted her head and a hand clamped over her mouth and nose. She only helped to inhale the ether when she drew a breath to scream.

Amy groggily awoke, vaguely aware that her arms and legs felt heavy. When she opened her eyes, it was to a wooden wall and the pants of long legs she couldn’t quite see the end of. Her head was immobilized, her mouth gagged by who knows what. She could handle her arms and legs – they were bound in various places, leaving her openly nude in a doggy stance, but there was something distinctly different, and she couldn’t tell at the moment if it was good or bad. The voice spoke.
“Glad to see you’re finally awake, slut. We’ve been waiting quite awhile, but lucky for you, we found a few…activities…to help pass the time.”
Amy tried to see who was speaking to her, but her head was locked firmly in place. The man moved away from her head and went to stand behind her. She could feel him looking at her, analyzing her body like a piece of meat before dinner. He slapped her right ass cheek and she flinched, not having expected it.
“You’re probably wondering why you’re here. I don’t have to give you any explanation, really, but I feel it gives my subjects something to look forward to while they’re confined to their stalls like you are.” Stalls? she thought. Now that he mentioned it, it did resemble the walls of a barn, which meant she was in the country, which meant that she was at least 15 miles from the nearest town. There were no farms any closer to the city. Shit. If I’m that far, no one will ever hear me. Not that I could anyway, with this…this….whatever the hell this THING is in my mouth. She squirmed a little, testing her bonds. He laughed.
“Go ahead, try to get out. I can guarantee you, none of my other girls have ever escaped. In fact, escaping is the last thing on any of their minds right now. You see, while you were taking your little nap, we took the liberty of giving you some much needed nutrition. It seems you were lacking some hormones, so, being the generous people that we are, we gave them to you.”
Hormones….why the hell would he give me hormones? Maybe that’s why I feel kind of funny. God, I wish I could kick him right now. What did I do to deserve this?
She felt a finger trail down her crack towards her pussy and she instinctively clenched her muscles tight. He slapped her other cheek this time.
“You listen and listen good, my little hell cat. You may want to fight me right now, but I promise you that when I’m finished, you will crawl to me on your knees begging for more. The four hormones we injected into you each have a specific purpose. One makes you a horny slut – or should I say hornier than you already are, given the fact that your pussy is already wet.” He roughly shoved two fingers in and Amy almost choked on her gag with her intake of breath.
“The second hormone turns you into a good little milk cow. Once it starts flowing, your swollen tits will be hooked up to a milking machine for the better part of every day. You’ll soon look to it for relief.” She swore she could hear him smile.
“All of the milk on this farm comes from cows like you. The third hormone causes you to be extremely fertile. This will come in handy when I’m ready to have you bred, and don’t fret, it won’t be long.”
Bred? WHAT? He’s not just going to rape me…? Oh God. Her mind returned to the previous statement of the milkings, and she could feel her pussy drip. I should be disgusted! Then why on earth is this turning me on? I can’t do this. I need to get out of here!
“Lastly, the fourth hormone will ensure that you keep your pregnancy. Without it, your body would dispose of the embryo that you and your mate will conceive. I trust that this dripping cunt of yours means that the first drug has taken effect and that you want something to fill it, no?”

Part 2:

Amy’s head was spinning. He intended to get her pregnant. At the moment, that sounded like a really good idea. No, wait! That’s the damn drugs talking! I don’t want this! Her body shuddered as his finger flicked over her clit, and she grunted a response.
“Good. I’m glad you agree. Jenny, flip the switch.” Amy heard a click as the woman he addressed flipped a switch to her right. She felt the gag at the back of her throat swell slightly as something slithered its way into her stomach.
“Not that you can see it, being restrained and all, but to your right is a 10 gallon tank that is attached to your gag. The gag itself is in the shape of a dog cock, thereby perfectly holding your mouth open and giving me access to your throat. It’s long enough to bypass your gag reflex and dump the contents of this tank straight into your belly, which will soon expand from the volume of it. This will be the most of your diet, though we will be adding things here and there to fill in what you’re missing. This tank will be refilled daily and will be more than enough to keep your belly full. By the time the week is out, you’ll be drinking from it willingly. In fact, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you were drinking directly from the sources by that time. The only animals we have on this farm are male, aside from my breeding sluts, and they all contributed graciously to your meal. Jenny, bring in Lucifer while I ready his bitch.”
Amy froze. Well, as much as she could freeze while cum was being dumped down her throat and her snatch was being fingered. Bitch? In her deepest fantasies, she had imagined being bred by a dog, but never in her wildest dreams would she have actually LET it happen! She could feel her belly filling rapidly and winced as a small cramp worked its way through. The man flipped a switch on the machine, and the flow stopped for the moment. His fingers returned to her wet pussy to smear some of her own juices up to her ass. When he had her thoroughly lubricated, she felt something pushing its way inside her. She clenched her muscles again. That was virgin territory!
A resounding slap and growl definitely caught her attention. “If you want to play hard to get, I can sure make sure it’s hard. Relax yourself, and I won’t be forced to make it hurt.” Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to relax herself. Her hole felt like it was on fire until one final push earned a plop!. She could only guess that it was an anal plug, something else she’d read a little on and made for good fantasies. Criminy, does he know EVERY thing that’s ever turned me on??? The plug in her ass expanded a bit, making sure it was locked inside of her. With a click, the tank started pumping again, only the gag in her mouth remained still. What the..? And then she felt it. He was having her ass pumped full of cum, too!
She heard him shuffle around a bit, followed by a click, then another, then another. Good Lord, is he…He’s taking PICTURES!
Amy flushed with embarrassment. It was one thing to be caught in this predicament and quite another to have documentation of it! She groaned, but nothing was heard from around the gag.
He smiled, seeing her discomfort and the gentle swell of her belly. Soon, this would be a permanent view. The only things missing were Lucifer and the swollen, milk filled tits. He would have both. Soon.

Part 3:

Jenny came in, an ever aroused Lucifer anxious to see what all the fuss was about. His nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of an equally aroused female. He tugged on the lead, and Jenny almost lost it. His huge cock was hanging out by the time they reached Amy.
“Master, would you like me to hook up the milkers anyway? Her tits are almost too good to waste if you want decent pictures for her pedigree charts.” It was the first time Jenny had spoken.
“Do that, Jenny. And then you can send for Abigail to finish here while you take your punishment in the piglets pen. I don’t recall addressing you.” Jenny bowed her head and looked at the floor. “Yes Master,” was barely heard before she started hooking Amy up to the milking machine.
“As you can hear, Amy, I will not tolerate speaking without being spoken to. I call it respect. Jenny is still in training, but if I let it slide once, she will, no doubt, feel free to speak her mind again. For now, she will be locked in the piglets pen, where 6 hungry piglets will be vying for her nipples. Those who don’t get them will find other places to suck.” Amy could hear the smile in his voice again. “She’ll still be in there when their daddy comes home. She’ll be a very busy girl, indeed.”
Amy was still envisioning what was going to happen to Jenny when she felt a slurp on her dripping cunt. Lucifer. He licked again, tasting her. Her body shuddered, and she could feel her nipples harden in the machine. Lucifer must not have been one for foreplay, because after those two licks, he had decided her delicious and fuckable, and his cock rested at the entrance of her snatch. His massive paws came around her still swelling belly and he forced himself inside of her. Tears slid down her cheeks as she tried to scream from the massive invasion. She has only had two lovers in her life, and neither was even close to being this large. His hips started pumping that massive organ in and out of her, plunging deeper with every thrust. Amy was surprised to feel her body start responding to Lucifer, to like feeling his cock inside of her, stretching her hole and trying to get into her womb. She could feel her belly slosh with every movement and his cock rubbing against the plug in her ass, arousing her even further. With a final stretch, his knot entered her hole. She was full.
Lucifer humped her like an animal possessed. Amy was barely coherent, her pleasure taking control of all thought or reason, her body betraying her in the most humiliating way. Or was it? She could feel another slight pressure, getting more intense with every thrust from Lucifer. He’s trying to breed me straight into my womb! The thought overwhelmed her and her body started convulsing around Lucifer’s cock, her orgasm hitting her like an avalanche. With a howl, Lucifer thrust one last time, plunging into her cervix and pumping all his cum inside of her.
Amy drifted back to earth, feeling Lucifer’s fuzzy belly still panting on her back, feeling her cunt still quaking around him every time he moved, feeling his knot sealing his precious babies inside of her. To her left, she heard a soft applause.
“And here I thought it would take you at least a week to enjoy being fucked by a dog. Maybe I’ll have bigger plans for you, after all.”

Part 4:

Amy heard the muffled sound of footsteps, her face flushing with embarrassment as yet another person would see her in her current predicament. Master spoke.
“Abigail, this is Amy, our newest breeding slut. Lucifer is about finished with her, I think, so make the necessary preparations for his withdrawal. After we finish with her for the night, you’ll take the camera and make up her progression profile. I want to be able to see her belly swell on film, as well as in person. She’s going to serve me well.”
Amy shuddered at the thoughtful tone of his voice, wondering what other plans he had for her. Her belly was full, her cunt was sore and still full of Lucifer and his babies, furiously working their way to her eggs, no doubt. God, my tits feel like they’re the size of watermelons, they’re so heavy! She silently pleaded for them to take the milkers off her tortured and tender nipples.
Abigail freed Amy’s head from it’s confinement, allowing her to work out the kinks in her neck even though she still had the gag in her mouth. She looked down to her sagging tits and would have gasped had she been able. Her breasts were triple their normal size, and her nipples hung a good inch and a half into the milker. She noticed a thin white substance trickling down the tube. The hormones had kicked in. She was literally being milked like a cow. She knew it would happen, of course – she just hadn’t prepared herself for it to be so…Soon.
“How do you like your new udders, slut? Since most of our females here deliver litters or multiple babies, cows like you are used to supplement some of the milk for them. You’ll provide as much as you are able until you birth your own litter to feed. Then, I’m sure you’ll have your….udders full.”
Amy could hear the smirk in his voice and longed, with every bone in her body, to attack him. Unfortunately for her, she was still restrained quite nicely with a dog knot up her cunt. Lucifer wiggled just slightly, and his knot began to slip free. Abigail was there and ready when he dropped off Amy’s back and stalked off to clean his huge prick. Just as Amy was feeling some relief from the pressure of his knot, Abigail shoved a giant plug in her cunt and started pumping.
Amy’s eyes grew wide as the plug stretched her cunt even more than the knot did. When she raised her head, it was to see Master standing above her. She could finally see his face. He was smiling. Amy was momentarily dazed. Here I am, my pussy being stretched from here to kingdom come, and I’m ogling a man who wants to use me as a breeding bitch for his animals. Come ON! This can’t be happening! …but God, he’s so nice to look at… maybe he’ll touch me…
The little voice inside her head refused to be pacified. Her body ached from use, yet she wanted…something. She wanted more. And more. And more.
The milking stopped, and her head was fastened back in place. The gag in her mouth and the plug in her ass filled again with the cum that was to sustain her. She could feel her belly begin to expand again and squeezed her eyes shut, willing it all to go away. A vile was held in front of her nose, and she relaxed in sleep, Lucifer's army attacking her womb.

First off, thank you to everyone for your kind words and enthusiasm. It really is for you that I write what I do. Now, onward.

Part 5:

Amy groaned. Her whole body ached, proving that she wasn’t dreaming. She stretched her limbs and sighed. Her eyes flew open. I can stretch! I can MOVE! Her mind reeled. How the hell do I get out of here? She felt a warmth in her pussy - shaven, she noticed. She was still naked.
Her mind was searching for ways to escape before anyone noticed. Her pussy obviously had other ideas. Before she realized what was happening, her hand had snaked down to rub her clit. What am I doing? I have to get out of here! But her hand remained where it was, rubbing harder. Her breasts felt full, and she looked down to see her milk-laden tits leaking droplets of precious milk. She wiped at one with her finger, then on impulse licked it off. She found she liked the taste, which sent little pulses of enjoyment straight to her horny cunt.
She glanced around and managed to note that she was no longer in the barn stall she’d originally been violated in, but another type of room built into the barn. She saw what she figured to be milkers, the tubes draining straight into a wall. There must be a holding tank on the other side, she thought. Her pussy drooled at the thought of putting her tits in the milkers again. They weren’t as sore as she remembered.
Next to the milkers was a little bench. Amy’s hand rubbed faster. There were holes in the top, almost like they were meant for tits to be put through, and straps on the back, about where her legs would fall. She was entranced, all thoughts of getting away abandoned as she crawled over to the contraption.
Curious, she positioned herself over the bench to see if she would fit, sliding her heavy tits through the holes and settling her legs into the straps. She couldn’t fasten them, of course. She looked up, her pussy throbbing for her touch. The milkers were just in reach. How convenient! She managed to snag the pair and tested to see if they were on. Her finger was sucked inside the tube and immediately, her pussy got wetter. They were ready.
She slid one over her nipple and gasped as it was harshly sucked inside, milk already flowing into the tube. She moaned as she slid the other one home and milk was sucked from her ripe tit. Her breath came in shuddering gasps as the feelings overwhelmed her. From somewhere behind her, a voice spoke as the holes she’d put her huge tits through shrunk, leaving Amy squirming.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, my little slut.” Amy jerked at the voice, already aware of the shrinking confinement she was in. She was ready to say something when a cock gag was shoved into her mouth and partially down her throat. Master fastened it behind her head.
“I like it so much better when my little whores are quiet. Now it seems that you’ve missed a few perks to my fun center here.” Master moved behind her and buckled her legs into the straps, leaving her cunt open and vulnerable. He reached down and ran his hand up her flushed snatch, smiling. Sliding his hand down again, he probed just under Amy’s mound and found a small tube. He spread her cunt lips wide and touched her clit with the tube. Amy flinched as her clit was sucked into the tube. She was being milked everywhere!
Amy was nervous, not knowing where Master stood, what he was doing, what would happen next. Worse, she still needed to cum! A sharp stabbing pain in the flesh of her round ass soon banked that fire a bit. A…needle? A brief burning sensation followed, then nothing…well, until he slapped her ass. Amy was left wondering what he’d injected into her body THIS time.
And then she felt it. Her hips started moving, like she was trying to scratch an itch that she’d never be able to reach. She wanted the suction on her clit to suck harder, the milkers to go faster…but most of all, she wanted her cunt impaled on a cock. Any cock.
Master watched her try to ease the overwhelming urge to fuck, and a slow smile crept across his face. He left the room momentarily and retrieved a small stallion. This particular small stallion had a very VERY large cock which was already partially erect due to the mare scent Master held in front of his nostrils. Amy heard the clickety clop of hooves and froze. He’s…got…a…horse!?!? That thing will split me in half! Just to prove a point, Master paraded the aroused stallion within Amy’s line of vision. Mentally, she was terrified of the size of his cock, but physically, she couldn’t wait to get it rammed up into her cunt.
“This would be Ramsey, appropriately named for his expertise. He’s going to introduce you to the art of pussy stretching.” He grinned again, she could feel it. “One day, you will be grateful to me for introducing all these sizes and lengths to your pussy. I have great plans for you, slut.” And with that, he gave Ramsey the ‘mount’ command and the small horse shoved his huge cock into Amy’s dripping cunt. Her eyes went round as the horse pistoned her cunt like he was running a race, stretching her already tender cunt open and claiming her as his. He stopped thrusting, spewing massive amounts of cum into Amy, her belly swelling with the pressure. Amy’s body couldn’t handle any more, and her orgasm was ripped from her, her hot cunt clenching around Ramsey’s still hard cock. She passed out with him still inside of her.

Part 6:

Amy awoke, sore and tired. She groaned and rubbed at her eyes. Her tits were heavy with milk, now accustomed to being milked at specific times. Oddly, she was comfortable. Somewhere between the stallion filling her belly full of cum and now, she’d been relocated yet again. This time, it looked like a bedroom of sorts. She was on a soft bed, a nice breeze rustling through the burgundy curtains. She sighed, thinking maybe this time her nightmare fantasy would be over.
Master appeared at the door. “Good morning, my sweet. You’re probably wondering how I knew you were awake.” Smlie. “I know everything about you – when you eat and when you sleep, when your horny and when you’re ovulating, when you sigh and when you moan…We implanted a chip under your g-spot when you first arrived here. It’s a benefit to both of us. It tells me all I need to know about your body functions and cycles, and it gives you a bit of added pleasure when you’re fucked. I knew you were awake because it picked up an accelerated heart beat.”
Amy didn’t say a word as she mulled this new information over. Generally speaking, if a chip could do those minor things, it could also track a person’s whereabouts. She sighed and lowered her gaze to the bed in front of her. Master could see her defeat and set his new plan into motion.
“You have two more introductions to make; one of which will be now.” He whistled and in trotted a very large, very male boar. Amy wanted to be disgusted – she really did – but by now, she rarely had a conscious thought outside of her next fuck. Amy’s cunt was already dripping. The pig started to sniff the air and grunt. Amy took the sign and slid off the bed onto the floor, legs spread and head down, waiting for her itch to be scratched.
“Good girl. Gordon will take good care of you. You’ll want to know that Gordon’s gets good depth. He’ll go places you’ve never been touched.” And with that, he aimed Gordon’s curly cock into his sow’s cunt.
Amy was surprised…and sooooo horny. Gordon’s cock was definitely not as big as all the other cocks she’d been fucked with, but he kept bumping into something she’d never felt before. She gasped as his cock slid into her cervix inch by inch, so long it never left there even when he pulled his hips back to thrust again.
By now, Amy was delirious with pleasure, pushing backwards when Gordon would push forward. She was fucking him back with everything she had. She was grunting along with him, nearly squealing in pleasure herself every time he shoved back into her cervix.
The last time her head fell, her eyes caught some movement. Two little piglets were running towards her, trying to see what all the commotion was about. Mostly though, they smelled milk, and where there was milk, there was a fully belly to be had. They rooted around Amy’s heavy breasts, each finally settling under one and noisily slurping a nipple into its mouth. The combination of sucking and fucking set Amy off, her whole body shaking with orgasm. Gordon squealed loudly and dumped his thick cum inside of her, plugging her cervix as he withdrew. Amy felt full. The piglets still were not. She stayed there on her hands and knees until they both had had their fill, then collapsed onto the floor when they began to wander. Seeing her at their level, they went back and curled into her side, nuzzling her until they fell asleep.
Amy was tired, but content, and the piglets were so soft and warm. Master spoke.
“You have one final test, but for today you will get your fill of Gordon and his piglets. They will now nurse exclusively from you. You will be their mother, and, since they are both male, in the future, you will be their pussy, as well.” With that, Master left and closed the door behind him, leaving Amy to wonder what the final test was. The thought was short-lived, however, when Gordon decided he wanted another round of ‘new mother’ and slid his curly prick into Amy’s tiny ass, having missed his target. Amy tensed, then relaxed when she realized it didn’t really hurt since he was so thin. She actually rather enjoyed it. She rubbed her horny cunt as he fucked her ass and climaxed shortly after Gordon did. He wandered off to the corner while she nestled the two sleeping piglets back against her breasts and fell asleep herself.

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Part 7:

Master stood looking at Amy’s charts, kept meticulously by slave Abigail, now happily rounded with her second litter of puppies. Lucifer’s brother, Diablo, kept her quite occupied. He smiled. Soon, another of his precious sluts would be ready for breeding. Amy had just entered her ovulation window. It was time.

Amy yawned and stretched, her belly oddly empty. She glanced around the room, looking for Gordon, but he was nowhere to be found for the second day in a row. Puzzled, she drank her two glasses of breakfast (which she couldn’t seem to get enough of!) and roused the piglets for their morning nursing. They’d begun to get into a routine. They’d suck, she’d cum, they’d suck, and she’d cum.

She’d just finished with them when the bedroom door opened and Abigail and a half-naked Master walked in. Abigail said not a word but gently took the two groggy piglets from Amy and tucked them into the two nursing slings she wore. Amy opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced with Abigail’s stern look.

Abigail’s quiet exit was followed with a very pregnant Jenny’s clumsy entrance with a bowl and washrag. Amy had almost forgotten about the girl’s presence. She hadn’t seen Jenny since the day Jenny spoke out of turn. Had she really been here that long? Jenny looked to be about five months along, at least from Amy’s meager familiarity with pregnancy.

Master watched Amy gaze at Jenny’s belly, her curiosity all but leaping from her facial expressions. He smiled to himself, pleased that she was interested in the progression of events. Jenny roughly shoved Amy back onto the bed and began to wash her from head to toe, paying extra special attention to her nipples and most private regions. When she finished, she took her bowl and exited the room, hips swaying with the rocking of her belly.

When Amy finally managed to tear her gaze away from the doorway, she looked up to see Master watching her intently. He offered her his hand and she took it. “Are you ready for your final test, my little slut?” Her eyes never left his as she nodded. He led her from the room and closed the door behind them.

Her hand remained firmly locked in his as they wandered down a long hallway before finally coming to rest in front of a coded door. He pressed his thumb on the plate and the door swished open. He prodded Amy inside so the door would close. The room was pitch dark except for two theatrical lights on the ceiling zoned in on what appeared to be a rather odd shaped chair.

“Amy, when you began your training here, you were brought against your will. Since that time, you have made a lot of adjustments in your life, and have proven to be quite enthusiastic about them. You have accepted my farm family of human female slaves and their animal masters and have established a bond with your Dominants. I once told you that I had bigger plans for you. Today is the day that those plans will be revealed to you.”

Amy stood, staring at the chair, entranced by the sound of Master’s voice as she listened intently. “I am somewhat of a jack-of-all trades. I have degrees in medical science, veterinary science, and agricultural science. I could work in a hospital, a vet clinic, or just be a farmer if I wanted to. I love the female body, and I love animals too much. I chose to do all three. I have one other medical personnel stationed here on the farm, and we work very closely on all of our projects, but one in particular stands out well above the others. This project has taken years to develop, and I have a very personal investment into it.”
He stopped for a moment to caress her cheek and brush away a stray strand of hair from her face. “You’re wondering what all of this has to do with you. We are ready for the next phase of this project, which requires the presence of a human female. Not just any human female. You. You have been trained since the day you arrived here. You have exceeded our expectations in servicing our studs, and you seem to enjoy doing so. Once I reveal this project to you, you will have a choice to make. Either you accept the project and its consequences, or we return you to the barn to live out your days among the studs there, being used for their pleasure, and you will never lay eyes on either of us again. Do you accept our terms? You may speak.”

Amy stood silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She didn’t mind the breedings anymore, that much was true. In fact, she rather looked forward to them now, but never to see Master again? Granted, she hadn’t spent a whole lot of time with him, she’d grown comfortable with his presence and trusted that he would give her no more than he thought she could handle. She’d grown rather…fond…of him. She’d made her decision and stepped into the light.

“I accept your project, Master.” Weeks of disuse made her voice come out weaker than she intended. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Please.”

He lifted her chin with his finger, his eyes searching hers for any trace of uncertainty. He found none. He bent to claim her mouth with his, possessing her more thoroughly then even the boar, which had penetrated her deeper than ever before.

“You will not regret your decision. From here on out, you have the freedom to speak and, once you’re accustomed to the running of the facility, to command the breeding sluts to your will. This is your final phase.”

With that, he dropped his jogging pants and tossed them somewhere beyond the soft circle of light. His upper body had made Amy drool before, but as her gaze wandered down the length of him, she discovered she wanted more. And then she stopped, her eyes growing round with disbelief. “Wha…?”

Master chuckled. “When I told you I had a personal investment in this project, I wasn’t kidding. Master Tim and I have been doing some experimenting in modification. What you’re seeing is obviously not a human cock. Well, not all of it, anyway. We were able to combine a regular, human cock (mine) with the knot of a heavily endowed German Shepherd, the shaft of a horse (note the thickness), and the corkscrew crown of a pig. You may touch it if you like. In addition to that, since the pig has some rather amazing features, we were able to generate the same copious amount of sperm it would produce, along with the ability to produce a cervical plug. The only down side of all of this is that we hadn’t found a female suitable enough for our needs. We’ve proven that it’s fully functional, which you’ll see in a minute, and that I can still fertilize eggs.”

Amy almost keeled over, there was so much information to absorb. The only thing that kept running through her mind was how that humongous thing would feel shoved up inside of her. She reached out and ran her finger down the shaft, feeling the shudder released from Master as she did so.

“So now you see why you were trained as you were. In knowing you could take all of the animals and like it, you proved to us that you would be able to handle me, as well.”

Amy didn’t know what to say. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Why haven’t you taken me then?”

Master smiled. “I wanted to be sure you’d say yes, and I wanted the first chance at breeding you when you were ovulating. I want to see your belly swell with MY children first, then you can bear any babies from any of the animals on the farm. I’m kind of selfish that way. That’s why Gordon was taken from you. We had indications that you were about to ovulate and I didn’t want to risk him getting you pregnant when I have every intention of doing that myself. Tonight. Now.”

Amy dropped to her knees and stared at the sight in front of her. It truly was magnificent. She touched the curl with her tongue. Master flinched, not having cum in weeks in preparation from this, and certainly not having been touched by a woman in years! She decided she liked the taste of him and sucked more of him into her mouth, ending only a couple inches onto the shaft. He was, literally, hung like a horse. She stopped. She wanted him. Now. Hard. NOW.

“Fuck me, Master. Please. I want it. I want you. Breed me like you promised, but for heaven’s sake, TAKE ME!”

He pulled her to her feet and plunged his tongue into her mouth, nearly dragging her to the chair she’d seen earlier. It had been designed specifically for her until she was accustomed to taking him. He set her in it facing away from him, her heavy chest resting on the lower cut back of the chair, her cunt lifted and displayed proudly to him behind her. His finger probed her hole and found her dripping. She was ready.

She moaned as he slid the first two inches into her, grabbing the two support bars that were available to her to steady her shaking hands. He slid more, teasing her, opening her, before he thrust with all his might. She screamed in pleasure and in pain. She was full to bursting, and he had a knot to slide into her yet! He fucked her for a few minutes, getting her used to the feel of him inside her, before he pushed a little harder and she gasped. His curly tip slid into her cervix, and his knot slipped inside her horny cunt. Her knuckles were white around the poles she was holding. She took a shaky breath and pushed back against him, feeling his chest rub against her back and his hands envelope around her belly, as if pointing his swimmers where to go. She thought of all the hormones she’d been on and vaguely wondered how many babies she’d give him, not to mention what type. Did the modification affect the species? She never found an answer as her orgasm overtook her, Master pummeling her hole with reckless abandon. He felt her cunt squeeze his cock and couldn’t hold on any longer. He emptied his heavy sacs into her waiting womb, his body shaking uncontrollably, his knot swollen and locked inside her, and he knew that he was just as lost as she was. He loved her.

Not overly exciting, but setting up for the next phase. Thanks!

Part 8:

Amy could still feel her muscles pulsing around his lovely cock, her hole stretched tight around it. It felt….wonderful. She had never in her life been so thoroughly filled. She relished the feel of her lover wrapped around her, holding her close. He nuzzled her neck as he waited for his knot to shrink.

“Amy….” his voice came out almost as a sigh. “…my little slut. My lovely, horny, sexy little slut….marry me….have my babies, whatever they may be….stay with me…in my bed and in my heart…” He curled around her a little tighter and she shuddered and rocked into him.

It took her all of ten seconds to make her decision. “Yes, Master.” His cock surged with renewed strength and he bred her even harder than before, his cock pounding into her fertile womb. She didn’t think it was possible to orgasm so many times, but the manipulation of his modified cock had her cumming like a waterfall. He emptied his seed in her once more and massaged her heavy tits with his hands as he waited to withdraw.

Ten minutes later found him anxious to exit and taste the milk he could feel coating his fingers. Finally, he was able to slip out, leaving in place a cervical plug from his little piggy cock head. Not a drop escaped Amy’s body. Master grinned and rolled her over on top of him, seeking her nipple with first his tongue, then his whole mouth. He drained the left one, causing ripples of delight to course through Amy as his sperm were furiously working to find her precious eggs. He licked his way over to the other nipple and proceeded to empty that globe, as well. He thought maybe love never tasted to good.

Only when he was finished and Amy’s slight discomfort had been relieved did they finally make it to that massive bed. They were exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms, only to mate 4 more times that night. It was well after noon before they emerged from the room at all, and that was only because Master wanted them to be wed as soon as possible. He knew that even now, she may be carrying his babies, and he didn’t want her to change her mind.

The ceremony itself would be preformed by the farm’s own Master Tim, who managed to sneak in a few courses at the seminary between college and all of the farm business, just in case it was decided that any of the slaves were to be permanently bound to the master that purchased them for their loyalty and breeding skill.

Still, it was two weeks before everything was in place, Master allowed Amy to be led away by Abigail and a mysteriously thicker-around-the-middle Jenny. Amy smiled, knowing full well that boar got his way and that Jenny would have a litter of piglets of her own in a few short months. She got wet just thinking about the slimy little bodies being pushed out into the world, immediately looking for mom and food.

She was drawn a bath and scrubbed meticulously from head to toe, no crack nor crevice missed by the two pregnant slaves. When they were finished, they dressed her in a lacy white dress that showed more cleavage than hid it and just barely came to the tops of her thighs. Amy stifled a laugh, thinking that one of her former co-workers would have called this an airplane dress – a dress cut so high you could see the cockpit. She remembered what life was before coming to the farm, remembered too, her initiation, her training, her awakening to something even bigger than she’d ever dreamed. For a brief moment, she felt the pangs of regret, of friends lost, of taking a road less traveled.

And then Abigail opened the front doors and all Amy could do was stand open-mouthed at the sight before her, her moment of reminiscence shattered. Everyone – every slave, every animal master had been bathed and groomed and stood in a row, alternating between master and slave the whole way down the line. All of the slaves had red ribbons tied around their necks, while the masters had white. As she was lead to Master Tim for the ceremony, the line closed in to form a circle around them. Master Tim took her hands and greeted her as Master appeared behind her and slid a pink ribbon around her neck, signifying her balance between Master and slave.

His hands slid down over her breasts, pinching her nipples, before falling to rest on her belly. His hands massaged circles on it, and Amy relaxed against him. They recited their vows, their bodies never parting, and Amy could swear she felt Master’s cock twitching against her ass. When she moved to turn and look, he held her firmly in place.

Only when Master Tim pronounced them husband and wife did he finally allow her to turn to him, and even the, he captured her mouth with his, his hands roaming her breasts, her back, and finally pulling her tight against his body and evident arousal. She managed to free her hands to balance herself against his chest only to find that her hands met chest hair…and bare skin! She slid them down the rest of him, discovering that he was, in fact, perfectly naked! She could feel her pussy dripping at the thought.

When he released her, she was taken by Abigail and Jenny to a chair with those familiar straps on them. Amy had a moment of panic, wondering what they were going to do to her now. She put up a bit of a struggle, and Master stepped in, setting her in the chair while Jenny fastened the straps.

This is the very best story by far. Very well written, captures the imagination and makes wanting to be bred by animals the ultimate joy in life.

I, like so many others cannot wait for the next part. Im almost visualising whats going to happen next. But till that part of the story actually arrives, I have all the previous chapters to re-read and fantasise over.

DEFINATELY A WET PANTY 10 FROM ME!!!!

All of us here who fantasise about breeding and lactation should start a little happy club/forum.

xxxxx emmie <—– wants more please
Part 9:

She wasn’t sitting straight up, but tipped back slightly with her legs bent and parted so her cunt was visible to all. Abigail and Jenny stood and watched as Master slid a needle into the vein in Amy’s arm to draw a small vial of blood while Master Tim was dipping his hand in a jar of the warm lubricant they often used down in the breeding barns. Abigail was holding a jar of some sort with a clear liquid inside it, smiling like an idiot. She was up to something, that one.
Master finished his vial just as Master Tim was parting Amy’s vaginal lips with his fingers, sliding them in one at a time, slowly stretching her cunt around his hand. By the time he was able to slide his entire hand inside her, Amy was writhing and moaning in pleasure. Abigail handed the jar off to Master, and both she and Jenny each took a milky tit into their mouths and suckled. Amy came hard, right then and there.

Master just chuckled and poured the vial of blood he collected into the jar of liquid, swishing it around to mix them. Master Tim was thoroughly enjoying his manipulation of Amy’s wet hole. He was looking for something….and he grinned at Master when he found it. Just then, the liquid in the jar began to shift from deep red…to a lighter red…to a pink….to a lavender…to a blue. It was the blue that Master had been hoping for. Both he and Master Tim had proof. Amy was indeed pregnant.

Master Tim removed his hand and the girls unstrapped Amy from the chair, still not knowing what exactly had just happened. Master led her to a small blanket in the middle of all the onlookers, who by now were closing the circle even tighter, trying to get close to the new couple.

“Get down and take it like the bitch you are,” he growled, “marriages in our little community get consummated in the open. Everyone here will witness me taking you. They already know that my babies grow in your belly and that they’ll have to beg for the chance to mate with you at all. You may be master to them, but you will always be my slave.”

Amy absorbed his comments from her doggy style position on the blanket. His possessive remarks only served to make her hotter, wetter. And to be carrying his babies! She was amazed at the technology they had access to in order to detect it before she even felt sick. Mmmm…..babies…even at this very moment, they’re wriggling around inside of me, listening to their daddy dominate their momma. I wonder what they’ll be…

Amy stopped thinking as Master’s piggy crown opened her lips and his horse shaft slid home. She shuddered and pushed her ass back against him, silently begging for him to fill her all the way. He grunted and plunged his huge cock inside her, his knot slipping in and swelling before he could gain his composure. Amy moaned and pushed back harder, loving the feel of her cunt being stretched around his large knot. When she lifted her head, it was to the sight of every available animal plunging their rock hard cocks into the hole of one of the slaves. Amy couldn’t help it. Her body began to shake and Master’s knot slipped inside, locking them together. He wrapped his hands around her belly, cradling it, while he slammed into her, holding on just long enough to see Master Tim grin and officially pronounce them “Master and Bitch”.

*blushes* Thanks n stuff…

-Personal Thoughts-

It'd be kind of neat to have writing circles, etc…somewhere where potential story contributors could go to have his/her work checked for spelling, grammar, fluidity… I guess I'm kind of a geek when it comes to that, but personally, I have a hard time reading stories that have errors like that. I'm not saying I'm perfect, because I'm far from it, but I think it would make the reading of it a lot easier.

Thoughts, comments, questions…?

~WS
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I agree. And I too am far from perfect, but at least my word processing program (MS Word) helps me in that regard as I type my stories in it before copying them into BF.

What is especially hard to read are great stories that have no paragraph breaks - very hard on these old eyes

Maybe BF could come up with a way to have writers of stories/fantacies/zoophilia do some type of checklist before posting. Of course the way the forum is set up (replys to stories and adding new chapters by the original writer being the very same method) it may be hard to do this. BUT, all in all I find BF to be the very best site on the net, but no matter how good we get, there is always room for improvement. Unless of course the God/Goddess was the one doing it then everything would be perfect.
Part 10:

The next few months were a flurry….or shall we say…a …of activity. Amy smiled as she watched Abigail nurse her month old litter, her own hand resting on her swollen belly. She’d found that she loved being pregnant, loved the feel of her and Master’s babies wiggling in her womb.

Master and Master Tim knew what the babies were and assured Amy that they were healthy, but they would not tell her what species they were. It didn’t matter anyway – Amy wanted them all! Amy rolled off the bed and left Abigail in peace with her new family and went off to the room she now shared with Master for an afternoon suckling and nap. Her normally heavy tits were even heavier and more sensitive these days, her body knowing how much milk to provide to her unborn babies, and expanding to accommodate the need.

Amy settled in her favorite chair, the same chair Master had taken her in when he presented his cock to her. Her pussy drooled as she remembered. She settled her tits into the milker and leaned forward to ease the pressure on her back, her belly poking out the back side of the chair. She rested her head on the pad Master had designed for her and closed her eyes. While the pumps emptied her full breasts, Amy dozed off.

She was dreaming. Little mouths were sucking on her tits, filling their bellies with her warmth. Her belly was taut, massaged by gentle hands as small ripples of discomfort pulsed through her. Her cunt was on fire, demanding to be filled, to be stretched tight, to be released. Something was probing the entrance to her cunt. She pushed back, trying to force it into her, her breathing coming in pants and gasps. Her cunt was opened and filled with a huge cock, sliding into her wetness and making her its own. The discomfort in her belly increased, but she was more concerned about being filled. She rocked with the rhythm of the cock, sucking it with her horny hole.

A switch was clicked and the suction on her tits amplified to the edge of pain. It drove her crazy. She wanted more. The cock was fucking her relentlessly, cupping her belly and driving into her, the knot having slipped inside and rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. It almost seemed as if it was leaving and re-entering her body. She was so hot she couldn’t tell which. The cock started spewing its milky warmth and Amy cried out in her own orgasm, her body shaking and dripping its own cum.

Only it didn’t stop dripping. Amy was vaguely aware of a searing pain around her middle, much more adamant than before. Her head was beginning to clear and she found that she wasn’t dreaming so much after all. Master had taken her.

And she was in labor.

Part 11:

Amy was shaking and on the verge of panic when she felt Master’s hand on the small of her back – calming, reassuring. He snapped his fingers and Abigail and Jenny approached with towels and blankets. He knew. He knew all along that she’d go into labor today. Amy was a bit agitated that she’d even allowed herself to forget the chip they’d implanted inside her when she’d first come here. Of course he knew. The chip told him so. He’d just made the transition a little more pleasurable for her by breaking her water with his huge cock. She chalked her irritation up to her present stress and gripped the arms of the chair as another contraction overtook her.

She could feel fingers probing around inside her cunt, judging how far dilated she was. She felt hands on either side of her face and looked up to see Master smiling down at her.

“Master Tim will be delivering our babies, and Abigail and Jenny will help, but there will be no drugs.” Amy knew this and nodded. “To make things easier for you, he’d also like to stretch your cunt so you can deliver vaginally. I know we didn’t tell you how many, what kind, or how big the babies are, but judging from what we’ve seen, you’re going to need some loosening up. You’re about 5 centimeters right now, with another 5 to go, so this would be the ideal time for him to start relaxing your muscles.” Amy listened as intently as she could between contractions, which were coming closer together now, and nodded her consent.
Master Tim slowly worked two fingers into Amy’s wet hole, adding only a small amount of lube because of the volume of her own juices. He worked her hole between his two fingers on the inside, and his thumb on the outside, massaging it, helping Amy work through her contractions. He added a third, followed shortly by a fourth finger, massaging her in the same way. Master was rubbing her shoulders and murmuring in her ear the things that he’d do to her after she was fit again, which only served to make her hot, contractions and all.

Amy was hot. Her cunt was so full, and she could feel her babies moving around, as if they were competing for who would go first. Master Tim worked his thumb inside her, and she gasped at the pleasure and pain. He paused for a moment to let her body adjust before he slid his hand partially out and put it back in again. Amy was so focused on the hand fucking her hole that she hardly noticed the contractions.

One of the girls, she didn’t know which, had stopped the suction on her tits, presumably to preserve some of the milk for the newborns, and Master had freed his cock from the confines of his jeans. Even in labor, Amy was almost drooling at the sight of it. He offered it to her, and she greedily slurped it into her mouth, taking as much as she could. He pumped her mouth in rhythm with Master Tim’s hand in her cunt, distracting her from her pain and opening her body.

Master was so entranced by Amy’s body in labor that he came quickly, filling her mouth before pulling out and splashing onto her large tits. He kissed her deeply as Master Tim pulled his hand from her dripping cunt, producing a grunt of disapproval from Amy, but Amy was at 10, the final count of dilation. She was ready to bring her babies into the world.

Part 12:

Master instructed her to breathe with each contraction, which basically ended up in panting by Amy, and made her feel even more like a dog. She never realized this labor business was so tough, and she still wanted to cum! It wasn’t fair that they stopped just before she got relief!

It was time to push, and Amy gripped the chair tightly, still settled in the doggy position. She squeaked when she felt a head begin to press through her slick hole. She could decide if it felt fuzzy or human, but she didn’t have time to debate, as the urge to push hit her again. This time, she was rewarded by the feeling of a head between her thighs. Master Tim suctioned its mouth, and the next push brought the baby into the world – a little boy. Abigail took him in a towel and cleaned him up. Next born was a little girl, who Jenny whisked off to clean up, followed by another little girl, taken by Master, who swaddled her and brought her to Amy to see.

She was perfect. A little human girl with a button nose, pointy ears, a long tongue, and a stubby little tail. The other two babies were also brought to Amy to see. The other girl bore a slightly longer nose, floppy ears, six nipples, and an erect tail.

And her little boy, he was a sight to behold. It wasn’t so much the ears, the nose,
tongue, or tail that set him apart. Nestled between his chubby little legs lay a cock identical to his father’s, certain to make some unsuspecting female very happy some day.

Two of the three babies were positioned in nursing slings under Amy’s heavy tits, while Jenny fed the other her first meal. Births being done, Amy still had to deliver the placenta, but Master Tim thought to give her a real treat. He slid his hand back inside her and turned it palm to the floor, causing her to shudder in desire. He drummed his fingers, tapping against her g-spot and where he knew the chip was implanted. Amy couldn’t handle it anymore and came like a waterfall. Master Tim removed his hand, which was followed swiftly by the placenta.

Abigail cleaned Amy up, and between her, Master, and Master Tim, they moved her and the babies to the bed, where she curled up with all three of the babies and Master. Abigail, Jenny, and Master Tim retreated to Master Tim’s room to let the new family bond.