Her husband walked into the room where Monica was sitting in her favourite reading chair.
“Hey honey, I’m surprised you haven’t started cooking the Thanksgiving meal yet. You’re usually so overprepared.” he said, demonstrating how well he knew his wife.

Monica silently handed him the Lottery notice. He took it in his hand and stared at it with a maudlin almost distant stare.
“Well, we knew this day was coming some time. I guess I’ll just have to put in a last minute order for your meat. If you can’t cook us one last Thanksgiving meal, then I guess you can serve as our meal itself.”

Her stomach did a little backflip. She had always known that Kevin liked to source his own female friends and family for his meals and trophies.The heads of his mother, sisters, girlfriends and former wives already decorated the dining room wall as trophies. She wondered how her own head would look as it adorned a wooden plaque next to his last wife, Karen.

The family taxidermist had always done an excellent job with Kevin’s trophies. They were so lifelike, apart from the glazed eyes and unblinking stares. So undoubtedly, she’d be in good hands.

“Well honey… As you can see, it’s short notice. They’re processing me this afternoon. I think we still have enough time to make my last fuck a good long one… Make love to me with the same passion you had on our honeymoon, dear.” she asked like a blushing schoolgirl at prom.

“With pleasure” he replied, leading her by the hand to their marital bed. He removed their clothing carefully and lifted her above his prostrate body and onto his raging hard boner. She was already dripping wet, as she always was when it came to sex time. She moaned like the good little housewife whore she was, as he entered her pussy.

It was a hot, sweaty hour of relentless pounding later, before he finally came inside her. She hadn’t let him cum inside her without a condom since their second girl had been born, but she didn’t see a reason not to let him inseminate her now. A third girl wasn’t going to be the reason she got sent to the meat factory today, and It wasn’t like she’d live long enough to give birth to the baby anyhow.

“God that felt good” He mused. “I haven’t filled you up like that since we were trying for Penny.”
Monica reached down to her tender, and thoroughly used pussy lips and parted then with her fingers. Perhaps it was the knowledge that this was the last time she might ever orgasm, but she felt unbelievably satisfied.

There was a cute little fart-like sound as a finger of thick semen dribbled unbidden. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and a large ooze of off-white translucent baby batter queefed onto her silk bedsheets. Monica couldn’t believe how much cum he’d filled her with.

Kevin slid from the bed and started pulling back on his pants and underwear.
“Come on then, I’ll drive you down to the meat facility myself” he said nonchalantly, as if this were any other Tuesday.
“It’s been a while since I last dated a girl. I’ll have to ask the neighbour's daughter if she’s interested in going to lunch after I drop you down at Riraito’s fine meats.”

Monica knew that was the way dating operated in a Dolcett society, but it felt almost callous to her - like she was being replaced for a newer model after 20 years of marriage. Still, she had her duty to society to uphold. This was the way of thing.
Caroline held the farm brochure limply in one hand and dialed the number on it with her cellphone. The doctors had given the informational pamphlet to her when her sister had undergone her brain surgery. She’d never even once considered using the service, she couldn’t afford it, even if she’d wanted that for Lizzie.

The man on the other end picked up the phone.
“Hello, this is the Dolcett County Breeding ranch, Can I help you with an enquiry, or would you like to make a booking for a breeding session?” he asked with an overly calm voice.

“Um.. yes, an enquiry.. Can I come down to look at the facilities with my sister today? I’ve been scheduled for meat processing this afternoon, and I’d like to see if it would be possible to book her a place at the ranch on our budget.” Caroline stumbled over her words nervously. She didn’t want to be making this call, but she had no other real options. She couldn’t very well look after her sister after she’d become a meatgirl.

“Sure, come right on down, we’ll see what we can do for you.” he replied earnestly before hanging up the phone.

Caroline looked over at her sister, who was watching the news with a rapt attention, even though she was incapable of understanding any of what she was seeing on screen.

Caroline’s brain ignored the presidential thanksgiving turkey pardon speech. It reminded her too much about how she was about to be a roasted turkey feast herself. Watching some lucky girl get spared wasn’t about to put her in a good mood.

She loaded Lizzie’s wheelchair into the back seat of the car, and drove the both of them down to the ranch just outside of the town limits. Lizzie drooled with an excited face as the trees whizzed by the car window. Simple things like that entertained her these days. Nothing at all like the complex political discussions that they used to be passionate about in their youth.

She parked her shitty crapbox of a car under a giant oak tree at the front of the facility. She wheeled her sister out to the reception, where the man she had spoken to on the phone greeted them happily, offering a tour of the breeding farm.
“Hi, My name’s Brett Oakland, and I run this breeding farm. It’s nice to meet you Caroline, and this must be Lizzie?” he said “we’re looking forward to having you here with us.”

He looked a tad disappointed when she responded only with a retarded groan.

“She simple?” he asked, as if he were a horse trader who had just noticed that the horse he was being sold was lame.

“Not quite” Caroline refuted, desperate to keep Lizzie’s options for care open. “She said some things to some people that she shouldn’t have and the government helped her behave better” she said, motioning towards the lobotomy scar on the side of her skull.

“Oh, I see… that’s fine, that won’t affect her babies. Some of our breeding stud workers actually like the lobotomised ones better. They say that dumb cow pussy is better. Me, I prefer it when they got a little pride to crush. Nothing better than forcing an opinioned bitch to choke back her pride and beg me to fuck her pregnant.”

Caroline looked up at him with a mixture of fear and distrust. He was the worst kind of man, the kind that let a little power go to his head.

He toured them around the stables, where hundreds of breeding cows were housed. Each of them was a pregnant girl aged between her late teens and early thirties. Their arms and legs had been removed, and they were mounted into bondage that prevented them from leaving their little box barricade.

One of the cute young breeders was getting inseminated as they passed by. The blonde girl lewdly moaned her objections to getting railed.
“Please no, I don’t want to give birth again.” she begged, tears in her eyes, as she huffed and puffed and her pussy made wet slapping sounds as the stud’s meat rod stimulated her slut vagina.

“Shut up cow, and get pregnant again. I’m gonna keep using your body until you whelp some boys for me.” he retorted, slapping her hard on the ass. She squealed in a way that made it almost sound like she enjoyed his rough handling as he raped her.

Caroline grimaced silently. She didn’t want to have to leave her sister in a place like this, but with her salary as a single woman, this was barely even an option to begin with. It was either this, or volunteer Lizzie to the Meat factory along with her.

“We take good care of the breeding cows under our supervision.” The farm operator said while looking at the stubby limbed blonde cow as she was being fucked. “They get two square meal a day from the trough, in the morning and evening, and at least one fuck a day. They’ll squirt out babies every nine months till the day they die, and get milked daily.” He seemed proud of his operation.

Caroline swallowed nervously.
“How much would it cost to house Lizzie here?” she inquired with trepidation. She was sure she could just barely cover it now that she would no longer have to pay bills and rent.

“Most of the housing costs are covered by studding member fees, milk sales, and government baby making rebates…” He started, pausing like he was about to interject a ‘but’
“... However, there is still a considerable one time surgery cover charge for her breeding cow conversion of 12000 Dolcett bucks, and a stabling fee Of 200 Dolcett bucks” he said with a wicked grin

What? This was the first time she’d heard anything about a stabling fee.At this late hour, she didn’t really have any other options left to take care of Lizzie. Was he shaking her down?

“What? I thought that…. I’m a little short on the stabling fee, maybe 30 bucks or so. Is there any chance we could waive that fee?” she haggled out of desperation.

His eyes flashed like he had a pair of aces, and a bad poker face.
“No can do little missie.! We take the rules very seriously here at the ranch.”He grinned a shit eating grin. Caroline waited for the penny to drop, he was clearly angling for something now.
“Only thing you might be able to do if you’re short thirty is to work it off with your body. Your processing is this afternoon right?” He stated, matter of factly, opening his wallet to show off a thick wallet full of cash.
“If you ask me just right, I’m sure I could stoop to helping you fill that gap.”

Caroline understood his kind of twisted personality well. He was the kind of man that liked to play games with his prey.

“Mr Oakland… Please let me give you a blowjob to earn that money. My sister really needs to be cared for at your farm” She did her best to bite her tongue, and put on her best cutesy falsetto.

He smiled like the dog that caught the postman.
“That sounds like a good start, but I’m going to make you really earn that thirty. Beg me to rape that slutty pussy of yours” he commanded her.

“That’s unfair…” Caroline yelled indignantly before she caught herself. She needed this. She’d have to swallow her pride and let him do whatever he wanted to her.
“Please Master Oakland, I beg you… please rape my slutty pussy. I really need your cum inside me!” Caroline couldn’t disguise her look of fiery indignation as she begged

He unzipped his work pants, and beckoned her to start sucking. She took his thick sweaty dick into her mouth. She wasn’t very experienced at giving blowjobs, having only ever had one boyfriend in college, but she was very confident she knew how to deliver a good one. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft and pulled it in.

“Good girl” he said with the same patronising cadence he might use with a beast of burden. Brett patted her on the head in approval, and nodded his head as a form of silent command to two of the nearby farmhands.

They knew what it meant, and immediately yanked Lizzie from her wheelchair. Her blanket fell to her feet, as she tried to push them away from her. The invalid girl’s eyes were wide in fear. She was unable to understand what they were doing to her, and it scared her.

“Araline” Lizzie gurgled her sibling’s name, trying desperately to get help as the strange men stripped her naked on the spot, in preparation for her first insemination session.

Caroline tried her best not to get distracted by Lizzie’s petrified gurgling calls for help. Lizzie was a breeder now, she’d just have to get used to her new life on the farm.
“Focus on me” said the tall cowpoke, as he made sure Caroline knew what her priorities should be. “All the way down to my balls.”
She gagged as she deepthroated his dick, but didn’t dare stop inhaling his cock. So involved with delivering the perfect blowjob, Caroline barely noticed as her sister was double penetrated by the two famhands.Lizzie screamed and moaned like a virgin getting deflowered by a football team.

“Ah, yeah, that’s great, meatgirl.…. I love those defiant eyes of yours.” He complimented her.
“Now, let me give you your last meal.” he said as he came down the back of her throat and into her stomach directly.

Caroline couldn’t breathe. His cock slithered from her mouth, trailing a thin string of cum. She finally inhaled fresh air, and a dribble of cum ran from her nose as she exhaled.

“What a pretty looking face” he admired her snotty face with welling tears in her eyes.
“Now raise your butt so I can get a look at it too.”

“Yes, Master Oakland” she recalcitrantly obliged him by presenting her rump for him to inspect.

“Good”, his grin was like a shark’s. “I can’t wait to fuck that tiny little asshole pucker without lube. You’re going to be limping to the headsman’s block, you cheap whore.”

Caroline bit her lip. Anal was going to be very unpleasant. She glanced over at her sister, and told herself that it was all worth it so that her sister could have a chance to keep living a little longer..