The Pain Files - Volume One (eBook)

Volume One

Anna Mann (Autor)

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2018 | 1. Auflage
286 Seiten
PMO Publishing (Verlag)
9780000070982 (ISBN)

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Ten kinky stories of sadism and suffering, submission and pain in a single bargain edition. Comprising five stories from Kelly Addams, and five from Anna Mann. Please Note: All stories have been previously published. Featuring: Dairy Slave, Deviant Diane, Kiama, Grotesque, Sophie Submits, Needles & Pins, Serengeti, Chat Slave, Wendy's Wish and Michaela's Mistress. Strictly 18+ Open Minded Adults

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Chapter 3

“Strip!” he ordered. “For the next year you will not wear clothing. Clothes are for people, you are not people you are animals.”

Roger watched as bleached blonde Terri began to hesitantly remove her blouse. He still wasn't sure about the girl. Brainless he had decided, airhead was another name that seemed to fit her well. Maybe easily led too he had added, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt and let her adjust slowly to her new life. Besides, she's not that interesting, of course he was going to enjoy the induction process, new additions to his herd always gave him an almost painful erection, not the girls themselves, just the initiation, three times a day for seven days, but beyond that he saw little else in her to inspire him.

The method of induction was reasonably new, and definitely untested and far from official approval. But that was of little real concern, he'd been using it for over a year without any side effects being displayed, and the results were outstanding.

Doctor Atul Patel supplied the actual medication, a fellow Hucow enthusiast in India he had developed the serum in response to a need. So often willing Hucows were virgins, or if not then not lactating. Only pregnancy made their milk flow, but pregnancy often led to complications, it was expensive… and time had to be taken into consideration. In Rogers case, a twelve month contract could easily be eroded away, girls often didn't conceive according to his plan, they would just start production as their contract ended, and he had kept them for a whole year with no return on his investment. But Doctor Atul's serum had fixed that issue, within less than two weeks he could have his girls udders full to bursting as the potent chemicals kick started nature. No side effects, no tainting of the milk, he couldn't see a downside.

Of course in the real, non sado-erotic world the administration process could be perceived as a downside, the injections were agony. But in Roger's twisted reality that was simply another positive, he always warned them before signing the contract that the process was painful, but once the ink had dried they had no recourse, they were warned, then willingly signed away their rights.

Quite how legal his contract was could be described as debatable, but each one was witnessed and notarised, it was sufficient to convince the girls of legality… and after all, they rarely signed unless it was what they truly wanted.

He studied Terri for a moment longer then turned to Dawn who hadn't hesitated for even a second before scrawling her signature across each copy of the contract.

“Read it carefully.” Roger had urged.

Dawn had smiled then shaken her head. “I'm giving you all rights, you can do what you want to me, anything. I will become a submissive animal for your use… correct?”

Roger had nodded and felt his excitement bubbling inside. “I also have the right to breed you, I have the right to inflict pain or punish you… at my discretion.”

“So I don't need to read the contract then, because that is exactly what I want from the next year.” She replied and signed the final copy. “There, it's done. I guess now I belong to you. I await your pleasure.”

And you will be a pleasure he chuckled silently as he watched her obediently strip, I think you will prove to be far beyond simple pleasure… I think that you are destined to be one of the very best.

***

So here I am at last Dawn thought as she cast an eye over a long white room lit by buzzing strip lights secured to the high ceiling. Down the centre ran a bare concrete passage, and along either wall stood tubular steel barriers that neatly divided each length into individual stalls.

Cubicles she realised, it was how real dairy cattle were housed over the long winter months on the farms surrounding, individual stalls, tubes secured into the wall and floor, straw bedding, totally authentic.

The first thirty four stalls were occupied, all young women, some on all fours, their naked asses pointing out, their head to the side wall, eyes staring blankly when they slowly turned to look at her and Terri, the other new arrival. Others lay sleeping on their sparse beds of straw, their fat and bloated breasts sagging down, desperately looking for some support as trickles of milk leaked from elongated nipples.

“As you will notice this really is a working farm.” Roger announced as he patted Terri on the rump making her flinch. “Although I have made a few concessions, it is a fact that despite accepting your natural position in life it must be acknowledged that you will always possess a number of human traits. You are expected to maintain personal hygiene, of course I am not talking about such luxuries as shampoo and conditioner.” Roger chuckled before continuing as Dawn and Terri shuffled between the rows of stalls. “Soap will be provided, so make sure that you keep yourselves clean at all times, I run an efficient enterprise here, I expect visitors, I also expect you to make me proud as I show off my herd. At the far end of the room you will find toilets and showers.”

Roger slapped Terri across the ass and sent her scurrying into the first vacant stall. “This is your new home, remember your place Hucow… and you,” he placed his hand on Dawn's back, “You will take the next place along, but not yet, I will start you induction today, and complete your herd registration.”

Dawn glanced to the side and noted that behind the heavy corduroy fabric of his pants a bulge had developed, and as anticipation built inside her she felt a familiar swelling as her nipples hardened. He had promised pain, and the thought of inflicting it upon her had provoked an erection, a clear sign that he loved to give just as much as she loved to receive.

***

“First, I will allocate you a herd number.” Roger opened a waxed paper packet and pulled out a bright yellow ear tag, the flattened and flared body tapering to a thick knob from which protruded a thick stainless steel pin.

No fear he noted as he looked into her eyes while he uncapped an indelible marker pen and carefully wrote the number 124 onto the flattened surface. She certainly appears to be fearless! He had seen other girls physically shake when they watched him slotting the tag into a specially designed hand tool that gripped both name tag and a backing cap in opposing jaws. Then he would position the right ear lobe between before squeezing the handles together driving the pin through flesh and securing the backing cap to ensure that the tag would have to be cut off should the girl ever want to be free of it.

Oh yes, this one shows such promise he thought as, just as he moved the tool toward her right ear she threw back her long brunette hair and tilted her head to allow him easier access.

The smallest of winces registered on her face as the pin passed through her ear and the cap was locked into place.

“You are now officially Hucow number 124,” he said casually, “Of course it is now necessary for me to brand you with that number in case the tag ever pulls free. In most cases I brand on the thigh or rump, but in certain cases when I believe that a particular Hucow has potential as a show animal I will brand in a more discrete place. Of course I mention this merely to make conversation because you understand I have the right to brand you anywhere I want.”

Dawn resisted the urge to nod, she was learning quickly. As an animal she was expected to understand commands and conversation, but to respond was not acceptable, after all, she had no right to agree or disagree with the decisions her Master made. The words “Come here Hucow 124.” would bring her instantly scurrying to her Masters side, but they would never give her the right to ask… why?

“I am in the mood for fun today,” Roger spoke quietly, his words addressed into open space, clearly he was thinking aloud. “I think I might just give Hucow 124 a little test, let me see how obedient and submissive she really is.”

On what appeared to be padded autopsy table Roger assembled what looked suspiciously like a modified soldering iron, a blue plastic insulating handle from which sprouted a metal shaft terminated with a small block.

“I found off the shelf equipment difficult to locate,” for the first time he looked Dawn directly in the eye, “So I was forced to improvise. This was once an industrial soldering iron, and in the end I made provision to hold up to three metal stamps, the kind used to hammer serial numbers into steel or aluminium. This is the device I use when I do not want to disfigure.” Softly he chuckled as he held the home made brand close to his fingers, judging the heat. “Feel privileged Hucow 124, the herd mate that joined with you today will be number 125, and her brand will be large, and unsightly… clear numbers slapped onto her rump, a mark of her servitude that can never be escaped. Your number will be discrete, a sign to the rest of the herd that I deem you special. Look around you when you return, and see how many others are as highly favoured as yourself!”

The smell of hot metal filled the air, and Roger smiled.

“Climb up onto the table 124.” he instructed....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 21.5.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 9780000070982 / 9780000070982