Well, here is the story I mentioned in the other post. Its only half, so if you like it let me know and I can post the rest.

tags: f, semi-cons, bondage, drugs, hucow, pregnancy

(the picture is not mine, but instead the inspiration for the original idea)

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Sofia was the last from her group to walk outside, the cold air making her shiver. She felt sick, she thought, as she tried to push away the images she had seen as she toured the meat girl processing plant with her classmates. It was the first time she had seen the process up close, and despite the theory she had been taught at school, nothing could have prepared her for the reality.

The smell, the screams, the pleading, the roughness of the process as a girl like her became meat was something that she had thought about many times, but had never even come close to what she had seen.

She wasn’t the only one, though, as most of her classmates were in varying degrees of shock, except for a few exceptions that either thought that could never happen to them, or couldn’t wait for it to happen.

Sofia, like most of them, was still ineligible for the lottery, being only 14, but in a week, it would be her birthday, and she would enter for the first time.

As she swallowed nervously, she remembered how they had all romanticized the process until that morning. They weren’t naïve; they had heard stories, had been warned countless times, but even then, they still did. Maybe it had all been a defense mechanism., a way to deal with the grim reality that awaited them

She didn’t think she would ever do that again.

Behind her, her teacher, Miss Emma, was talking to a woman dressed in a tan business suit. They seemed to know each other from before, she thought distantly, then they looked towards her, and Miss Emma waved at her to approach them.

Feeling slightly confused as to why they wanted to talk to her, she moved towards the two women.

Miss Emma was a beautiful woman, tall and slim, with long brown hair that reached down her back. Sofia looked at her with a smile as she stopped next to her teacher

“Sofia, this is Sara Kean, she works at the plant.” Miss Emma said as she motioned to the other woman. “Sara, this is Sofia Jones.”

The woman was also tall and very attractive, with long blond hair tied tightly behind her head and deep blue eyes. She looked much older than them, maybe as much as her mom, but that only made her more beautiful.

She looked at Sofia with a big smile, and then she gave her a short hug that smelled deeply of almonds.

“Sofia, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Can I call you Sofia?” Sara asked her, and she nodded shyly.

“Great, you can call me Sara. Emma has been telling me a lot about you, you know?” Sara said as she looked at Emma and then back at her.

“Really?” Sofia asked, feeling confused.

“Yes, she told me you are her best student, that you are very smart and very quick to learn new things.” Sara said as she smiled.

Sara looked shyly at the floor as she felt her face getting warm.

“I also read your file; your preliminary meat grading was A to A+, which is very impressive.” She added a moment later.

This time, Sofia felt her face turning a deep shade of red at the compliment. It’s not something she liked to think of, though, especially after what she had seen that day.

“Now, now, there is no reason to be ashamed of, if anything, you should be proud, you are a young, healthy and beautiful girl.” Sara said as her face turned an even deeper red.

“I have told her that many times, but she doesn’t listen to me.” Miss Emma added a moment later.

“You are right. It would, of course, be a shame for you to become a regular meat girl, when the lottery selects you.” Sara added a moment later before she fell silent.

Sofia looked at her once more, not really understanding what she meant.

A long silence fell between them.

“Sara told me about a program they are running, a volunteer program, and well… I thought you would be interested in hearing about it.” Miss Emma said.

Sofia shook her head instantly, the images of the tour flashing over her head.

“No, I won't volunteer to become a meat girl…” she said, trying to hide the fear from her voice.

“No, I am sorry, she doesn’t mean that, don’t worry. As I said, it would be a waste for you to become just meat, regardless of the grade. No… we are working on something new where your qualities would be put to much better use.” Sara said, trying to sound reassuring.

“Look, it's… hard to explain with words, but I can offer you a tour, a private tour of the new facility we built, if you want. We could do it after hours; it would be just us. What do you say?”

Sofia felt unsure about it and was about to say no when Miss Emma interceded.

“I can pick you up at your house after dinner, bring you here, and we can do the tour together, if you prefer.” She said she looked into Sofia’s eyes. “I will take you back home after once we are done, of course.”

“There, much better, what do you say, Sofia?” Sara asked her.

And despite her uneasiness, she nodded once.

“Perfect, see you at 8?” Sara said as she smiled warmly.

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By the time they arrived back at the plant, it was dark outside. Sofia felt unsure about the whole thing, but couldn’t really say no to Miss Emma, and instead she looked outside the car as the security guard waved them through.

“Don’t be afraid, I know Sara, she is very thrust worthy. And besides, you are still ineligible, and they are very professional, you are perfectly safe with them. Miss Emma told her, almost reading her mind.

Sofia thought about what she said, but it didn’t really help her that much.

“And what about you?” she asked her teacher.

Miss Emma looked at her for a moment before she looked at the road ahead of them. She never gave her an answer.

A moment later, they arrived at the front entrance, where she had met Sara earlier that day.

She was waiting for them outside. This time wearing black pants, a brown jacket, and a white shirt underneath.

Once outside, Sara took her hand, and then she pressed her into a warm hug.

“It's so great of you to come, thanks, Sofia.” She whispered into her ears, making her whole body tingle.

After greeting Miss Emma, she checked her phone and then looked at Sofia.

“I really appreciate you taking the time to come, Sofia, really. As I said, I want to tell you about the project, but explaining it is… hard, it’s much better if I show you. So, if you follow me, I will take you into the new facility and we can talk more about it there.” Sara said.

Sofia nodded reluctantly, and then they followed Sara into the building, through a series of long corridors and finally past a big metal door that she opened with a security code.

Once past the door, she found herself in a brightly lit room with a blue carpet on the floor and white walls. It was a stark contrast to the more industrial-looking meat processing plant she had toured in the morning.

In the center, there was a machine she didn’t recognize. She thought it was some sort of meat processing machine, but she saw no blades. She could see a few shackles, but she had trouble imagining how they would work.

Regardless of what it was, it made her feel uncomfortable, and she unconsciously moved closer to miss Emma in search of comfort.

Meanwhile, Sara moved behind the machine, and she ran her hand over the gleaming steel frame.

“I never told you what I do at the company. I am the lead product developer, it’s a new position in the company, actually.” Sara said.

“The company wanted to diversify, so they hired me to develop a new, innovative product that would work alongside with out girl meat line. But I saw an opportunity for more.”

“When a girl, like you, turns 15, she has few options. You can volunteer to become a meat girl, if your grade is high enough, to a premium processing plant like ours. Or, you can wait for the lottery to select you in which case you can only hope you don’t end up on a small butcher’s shop, or worse a private processor.”

Sofia felt a shiver running down her back as she thought of the last option.

“Those are pretty much your options. You said it yourself; Emma told you about a program here, and you assumed volunteer meat girl, but it doesn’t have to be like that.” Sara said as she looked into her eyes.

“That’s the opportunity I saw, to create another option for girls like you. A volunteer dairy program.”

Sofia looked at her, confused.

“Dairy… as in, milk?” she asked.

“Yes, female milk is very rich in fats, carbohydrates, proteins, vitamins, minerals, enzymes and more. It’s also incredibly delicious, and its already being consumed, though illegally. Some meat girls are processed while they are lactating. Some processors collect it, only briefly of course, and then sell it in the black market.” Sara explained.

She had never heard about that, but she wasn’t really surprised.

“Our idea is to supply it legally, in great quantity, and we have also managed to increase que quality, through a proprietary process we developed.” Sara said, obviously excited.

Sofia looked at Miss Emma, expecting the same confusion she felt as she had never heard of a dairy program before, but instead she saw her motioning for her to pay attention, just as she would in her class.

“This is not a meat processing machine; instead, it is a restringing and stimulating machine for hucows, the term we have coined for the volunteers, as their purpose is to produce milk.” Sara told them.

Then she crouched next to the machine and motioned at them to get closer.

Before she could react, Miss Emma was crouching next to the machine. Not wanting to be left behind, she soon did the same.

Up close, the machine looked even scarier than before, but she kept quiet.

“Let me show you how it works.” Sara told her as she started pointing at the restrains.

“The hucow kneels here, under this beam, her head between these two columns, and then she raises her hips.” She said as she pointed at the various features.

“These two restrains are for the knees, these two for the ankles, this one grabs the hips, and then the arms are pulled behind its back, and secured up against the beam with these restrains, at the elbows and the wrists. Finally, this shackle goes around the hucow's neck, completely immobilizing.”

Sofia watched in silence, trying to imagine what it would look like.

“Isn’t it… uncomfortable?” she finally asked.

“Well, maybe, but the purpose of the machine is to restrain and to stimulate, believe me, that the last thing on their mind is their position.” Sara said, dismissing her concern.

“There is more, of course, now if we go into the stimulation part of the machine, this… are the dildos.” Sara said as she picked up a big piece of black plastic.

On the front, there were two black dildos, and on the other side, a couple of hoses connected to a large box that sat next to the machine.

“One is solid and it goes into the hucows cunt, and the one that goes in the asshole is hollow, allowing stimulation and waste removal at the same time. Both can vibrate, of course. And there is a urine collection system built into it, too.” Sara said as she showed her the device.

The dildos looked way too big for her, and a as she ran her hand over them, they felt cold and rigid.

Next to her, miss Emma nodded, looking attentively.

“Then… there is this.” Sara said as she grabbed another device.

“This one works with this ring gag, to keep the mouth open. It has a nozzle that serves a few functions. It goes in the mouth, and it is used to feed the hucow, to allow her to breathe, and also to stimulate the throat.” She said as she handed the device to her.

Sofia grabbed it with trepidation. It felt cold and heavy, and she couldn’t imagine the rigid nozzle going into her mouth, much less her throat.

“There is a mask that goes over it, covering the nose too; it also brings in air for the hucow and helps to keep everything in place.” She said as she pointed at what looked like a plastic spider with a hose coming out of it.

“It… it looks scary…” was all she managed to say as she held the nozzle in her hands.

“At first, yes, but hucows soon get accustomed to it. It can also move in and out, and vibrate, so it’s a pretty powerful stimulant.”

Feeling uncomfortable, she passed it to Miss Emma, who took it carefully.

“Then, the next part… yes, there are many parts to this machine.” She said, laughing as she looked at them.

“Then there is the hood. This one covers the ears and the eyes, for a total environmental isolation, though it’s also used to show sexual content, videos, to the hucow, once again, to stimulate them.” She said as she held what looked like a helmet with opaque goggles to her.

Sofia looked at it for a moment, feeling strangely uncomfortable as she watched her reflection on the hard, shiny plastic surface, and then she swallowed nervously.

“Why so… why so much stimulation?” she finally managed to ask.

“That is a great question.” Sara said as she placed the hood on the floor.

“It’s all key to the program. The idea is to produce milk of the highest possible quality. Our research has shown that highly sexually stimulated hucows produce the best milk, and it also helps keep them in prime health.”

“Of course, for a hucow to produce milk in the first place, they need to be pregnant, but that is easy to achieve; we simply fertilize them at the right time, with a female embryo we prepare in-house. We keep them pregnant most of the time, with only a two-month resting period in between. That way, we can milk them nonstop.”

As she finished the explanation, Sara grabbed the device.

“These are the milking cups, we use these to milk them obviously, and also for stimulation of the breasts and especially the nipples. It works via vacuum.” She said as she handed her two clear plastic tubes, open on one end and connected to the machine via a hose on the other.

“Once pregnant, which in itself is usually arousing for most hucows, with the mechanical stimulation the machine provides, and finally with the help of a cocktail for drugs and hormones that we inject them and then reinforce through their feed, they are kept in a constant state of heightened arousal, which in turns allows them to produce high quality milk in great quantities.” Sara said, visibly proud.

“We haven’t made it public yet, but were are close to finalizing the last details. The first products will be available to the public soon.” She finally added.

“Wow.” She heard miss Emma saying next to her.

Sofia remained silent, though, trying to process all she had been told.

“You can touch the machine if you want, or ask me a question if you have any.” Sara told her a moment later.

She nodded silently, but she just looked at the machine from where she was.

The dildos looked way too big to be comfortable, she thought as she looked at the hard plastic device. The nozzle for the mouth looks even worse, though.

Noticing her discomfort, Sara grabbed the nozzle once again.

“Would you like to watch how it works?” she asked her.

Sofia nodded, but she felt more afraid than curious about it.

A moment later, Sara touched one of the controls in the box, and the nozzle began moving forward and backward in her hand before it started vibrating.

“Won’t the girls… no, the… hucows choke with it in their throat?” she suddenly asked.

As she did, she thought of the many times she had choked while giving blowjobs to one of her male classmates, or to her boyfriend, when they pushed too hard.

Smiling, Sara shook her head before pointing at the tip of the device.

“We thought of that, but no, it's hollow, allowing air to pass by, see?” she told her as she pointed at the bigger of the two holes in the tip. “The other one is for the feed.”

“In addition to that, the machine is programmed to start the hucow slowly, allowing them to get accustomed to it.” She said as she finally turned it off.

Sofia nodded slowly while she looked at the machine with a mixture of fear and awe. But despite her best efforts, she found it hard to imagine what a hucow would look like in it.

“It must be… hard, to live like that.” She finally said.

“Maybe at first, but we have had great success so far; most hucows adapt very quickly to the machine and their new life.” Sara told her.

“Ah… and how… how long does the program last?” she asked next.

“Well, the program is for life, actually. Once they volunteer, they become company property, like meat girls, though they are obviously much more valuable to us.” Sara said, laughing softly.

“The fact that they belong to us allows us to concentrate on producing the best product; we wouldn’t be able to if we had to worry about a release date, now, wouldn’t we?” Sara asked as she saw the doubt in her face.

“I guess so…” Sofia said, far from sure of it.

“We take very good care of them, actually, for us they are a very valuable asset, and it's in our best interest to have them healthy. We have pooled out our volunteers before, and while some mention the sexual gratification as the reason for volunteering, most mention that they feel a sense of pride by participating in the program, not every girl can become a hucow.” Sara told her as she finally got up.

Sofia and miss Emma did the same, and then Sofia looked at the milking cups.

“What happens when they… can’t produce more milk?” she asked.

“Well, once their bodies can’t maintain the standard of quality we need, they get processed into meat, though we do have a separate plant for them, with a much more controlled procedure, think of it as recognition for their service.” Sara told her.

After nodding, Sofia waited silently for a moment.

“What are you thinking?” miss Emma asked her a moment later.

She wanted to tell her she was afraid, but she didn’t want to look scared in front of her teacher.

“It looks… interesting.” She final answered.

“That’s great. What do you say if I tell you we can go into the production floor to watch the hucows in their stalls?” Sara offered them a moment later.

“Oh, that would be great…” miss Emma said, and despite her fear, Sofia agreed reluctantly.

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After going through a few doors, they soon entered a big open room, the walls lined by two parallel rows of machines identical to the one they had just seen, all with a hucow in it.

“All the workers have gone home; there is no need for them most of the time, the line is highly automated for safety and quality control. It’s just us in here.” Sara told them as she moved down the central aisle.

Sofia watched the hucows in their machines with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The hum of the machines seemed to fill the air, but under it there was something more she couldn’t quite pin.

“The sounds you hear comes from the hood the hucows wear. It’s the sound from the videos they are being shown.” Sara mentioned offhandedly.

And as she did, Sofia tried to concentrate on it, and was slowly able to differentiate the sounds she heard. There was a mixture of moan of pleasure, and screams of pain.

For a moment she felt a shiver running down her back, as she wondered, if that was what they were hearing, what they might be watching.

A moment later, she started following Sara down the line as she pointed at the different hucows.

“Once they start producing milk, the hucows are milked every two hours, every day.” Sara said a moment later.

“They… they get milked while asleep? Or do they wake up?” Sofia asked her.

“Well, neither, actually. Once hooked into the machine, their arousal is so strong that it doesn’t really allow them to sleep; instead, they doze off every once in a while. It seems harsh, but their bodies get used to it.” Sara said that while pointing at one of the hucows.

“You can get closer if you want, just don’t unplug anything.” She told her.

Sofia hesitated for a moment, but then miss Emma motioned at her to get closer, and she reluctantly approached the nearest hucow.

The hood and the mask covered her head, and all she could see was a bit of blond hair sticking out of it. She looked close to her age, she thought, though her breasts her much bigger than hers.

Up close, she started to hear the sounds coming from the hood a lot better. Once more, she wondered what the hucow was watching as she saw her muscles struggling against her restraints. She could see her belly pulsing rhythmically, and she thought about the vibrators inside of her. Then she briefly wondered if she was pregnant, she probably was, she thought distantly.

Then her eyes wandered over to her breasts. They looked swollen, thick blue veins running along their skin as she milking cups hung heavily from them. She could see the milk being coming out of her nipples before it disappeared into the machine.

And then she then she saw her throat, pulsing as the nozzle moved inside it.

Sofia started trembling softly, suddenly wondering what it would feel like to be in her place.

Without warning, she felt a hand on her back, and she jumped.

“What are you thinking?” miss Emma asked her as she stood next to her.

Terrified she might tell them the truth; she blurted the first thing that came to her mind.

“I wondered… what it is thinking….” She said, her face turning a deep shade of red.

Sara moved next to her, and as she looked at the hucow, she shrugged.

“Well, we don’t really know. I can tell you they are in a constant state of arousal, something much more powerful than what you and I can ever hope to experience… I don’t think they can think, really.” She added.

“The machine never stops, even when they get washed, only one device at a time is removed, and the hood never is.”

A long silence fell between them as they watched the hucow moaning through the nozzle.

“Remember, you can ask me anything…” Sara told her a moment later.

Sofia nodded silently, there were too many questions swirling in her mind, though, but instead she remained silent, too afraid to ask anything.

Next to her, Sara chuckled softly.

“It’s all right, all volunteers are a bit shy at first.” Sara said.

“But I am not a volunteer.” Sofia answered as she swallowed nervously.

“You are right, sorry, I misspoke, you're not a volunteer yet.” Sara told her as she smiled.

Sofia felt uncomfortable, certain it had not been a mistake, but she kept quiet.

“Emma, can I have a moment with you?” Sara asked before the two started heading towards the door.

“We will be right back, feel free to explore.” Sara told her.

The two of them started talking among themselves, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Then she looked at the hucows, and despite her trepidation, curiosity finally won her over, and she approached another one. This time, she ran her fingers along her back; her skin felt hot and sticky, almost feverish, but the hucow didn’t seem to notice her.

On her ass cheek, she noticed a bar code, with the number 0005 printed under it, though it wasn’t a tattoo, more like a scar.

The air around her smelled heavily of sex, and for a moment, she could almost feel the hucows arousal through her skin. As she did, she felt envious of her before she stopped herself, suddenly terrified.

But despite her fear, she was soon imagining herself in that situation, hooked to the machine.

A moment later, she heard Sara and Miss Emma returning, and she headed towards them, trying to hide her arousal.

“Emma and I were talking, and… I think that maybe I can offer you something more, it’s not usually in the tour and not many get to experience it, but I can make an exception if you promise not to tell anyone. Emma thinks you might want to…” Sara told her as miss Emma nodded silently next to her.

Sofia waited nervously as the two-woman looked at her.

“If you want to, I can hook you up to the machine we saw first, only for a few minutes, of course. I promise that we will unhook you. You won’t be staying here tonight, but that way you can experience what it feels like, at least partially, since you won’t have the chemical stimulation and you aren’t pregnant, of course.”

A sudden wave of fear filled her mind as she instantly shook her head.

“No… I… no…” was all she managed to say.

“Think about it first, it's… well, it might sound scary, but it’s an opportunity that few can have, and you would be perfectly safe, I will be right next to you all along, making sure you are okay.” Miss Emma told her, her voice soft and calm.

And despite the fear, something inside of her told her to say yes. She wanted to experience at least a little bit of what the hucows felt. She didn’t fully trust Sara, but she did trust miss Emma, and against the more rational part of her mind, she found herself agreeing.