Dairy Cow Livestock Farm (2)
"Moooo! Moooooo!!"
Kaede's eyes widened in terror as she watched the inspector's hand approach. A guttural, beastly bellow escaped her lips. But the inspector's hand showed no mercy. There was no reason to hesitate in the first place.
"Now, time to remove all the pubic hair....... What the hell, why is it so soaking wet? Disgusting."
The inspector pulled out a tissue as if it were utterly repulsive and wiped around the area. Sadly, that was it. Not a shred of hesitation, no treating Kaede like a human being.
Tears streamed down Kaede's face as she cried out.
"Nooo! No! It huuuurts!"
No one knew why she was protesting. Removing a livestock's pubic hair was standard procedure. In the end, her resistance and screams changed nothing. Her crotch was shaved utterly clean, not a single hair left behind.
With her pale, naked flesh fully exposed before the inspector, Kaede wept from the sheer humiliation. The inspector, of course, ignored it completely and recited her inspection results.
"Condition's good, barely used so it's nice and clean. Well-maintained too. Just needs a proper wash, then she can go straight to the breeding room."
As the inspector spoke into a communicator somewhere, he positioned a hose spewing icy water over Kaede's body.
"Hic!"
Her body shivered violently from the sudden chill. It would have been nice if he'd stopped quickly, but he kept spraying, insisting every inch needed to be scrubbed clean.
"Livestock have to be cleaned thoroughly here. Most of them have been rolling around in filth."
The inspector began scrubbing Kaede's pussy with a brush. Even if she wasn't one of those neglected cases—having chosen this path herself—there was no need for exceptions. He scrubbed vigorously.
Of course, the stimulation from the brush soon made her lower body grow slick again.
"Just cleaned it with effort, and it's dripping again. Filthy bitch."
Just as her body felt like an ice block, an unbelievable horror slipped from his lips.
"Washing's done. Now for the bowel clearance, right?"
Someone outside must have been monitoring via camera.
"Obviously. Can't send her to breeding without it."
Kaede knew exactly what the breeding room was. She'd sent plenty of dairy cows there herself. Once inside, they were restrained until transfer to the ranch, their bodies conditioned for heightened sensitivity. Meals came through hoses connected to their mouths, and for hygiene, catheters went into urethras, waste hoses into anuses. A life engineered solely for milking.
Survive it, and they became high-value livestock dairy cows. Fail, and they ended up low-grade or shipped off elsewhere as worthless.
But the syringe approaching now sparked even greater terror. The inspector, armed with an enema full of fluid, said, "Gonna enema you now," and plunged it mercilessly into her ass.
"Guuuuhhh!"
The invading flood of enema fluid shattered any hope of composure. The inspector, unfazed, patted her butt like a pro.
Soon her lower belly bulged, and he sealed her anus with a small plug.
"My...... belly's gonna burst......"
Kaede grimaced, pleading through the gut-wrenching pain. But all she got was the standard "Wait five minutes."
After exactly five, the inspector brought a small toilet and removed the plug.
"......Toilet."
"Shit here."
Kaede's wish for a proper bathroom went ungranted. She emptied everything into the basin below. Restraints released, she was carted off to the breeding room.
The breeding room housed all dairy cows needing training. First came mandatory injections for internal modifications. The hormone shot stimulated mammary glands, inducing milk production without pregnancy. Rumor had it a national research lab developed it.
It wasn't permanent, though. Best were cows who'd calved naturally; alternatives kept them in constant estrus.
Separately, breeding room cows required special handling. Crammed in tight spaces, unchecked waste meant contamination. Milk was a direct-to-consumer fresh product—hygiene was non-negotiable. Hence, waste extraction.
Entering the breeding room, Kaede trembled at the sight of the cow beside her—one she'd sent here recently. Once barely clothed, now bound and encased in devices.
One inspector, gloved in surgical latex, swiftly inserted a catheter into Kaede's urethra. No time to react.
Yellow piss flowed out against her will. But that wasn't all. He smeared lubricant around her anus.
For the waste plug—thickest point over 6cm wide—lube was essential. Force it dry, and it might tear.
"W-wait!"
Kaede tried protesting, but no chance—the plug rammed into her virgin asshole.
"Hiiiik!!"
Her face twisted in agony as the massive invader stretched her.
"Take it out! Please, take it oooout!! Kyaaaah!!"
She screamed like a madwoman.
"Won't do. Sedate her."
The tranquilizer hit, and she went limp instantly. The discomfort of the intruders and her swollen, gaping anus lingered.
"Feed her first."
A breeder nodded at the suggestion. Kaede recognized him—a former coworker. Positions had changed.
A hose pumped hormone-laced feed into Kaede's mouth. The taste was vile. But refusing meant no next serving—designed that way. She swallowed.
Most breeding room cows endured this for a week, accepting livestock life. Hygiene and feeding automated; breeders handled the rest.
All a cow needed: moan in bliss, squirt milk from tits until ranch transfer. That's what breeding rooms were for.
Not every cow broke, though. After nearly three days, Kaede still resisted fiercely.
For them: the punishment room. Unlike the milder stimulation control room for low-yield but docile cows, this was for defiant rebels.
Punishment room staff were unknowns—even familiar faces unrecognizable in that role.
Kaede was shipped there immediately. Leaving her risked corrupting others.
Soundproofed completely—no leaks from within. Most emerged obedient. Kaede should too.
Fail, and off to worse: bottom-tier livestock, public fixture mods. Some ended that way, tails tucked beforehand.
In the punishment room, a familiar face entered: her boyfriend.