Livestock Dairy Cow Farm (3)
"Kitou...? What are you doing here?"
"Is it weird for me to be here?"
"More importantly, hurry up and untie me. I think I've been caught by mistake... Me, livestock? That doesn't make any sense."
Contrary to Kaede's hopes, Kitou wore a slightly sleazy smile. And behind him emerged the section chief, who had once been her boss. She was sure that in the moment she'd blacked out, the last person she'd seen was the chief—and he seemed to have been smiling. But why was he coming out alongside Kitou?
"...This is all your doing. All of it!"
"Oh dear, such a touching reunion, and you're already raising your voice like that."
"What?"
"Isn't it? You used to ignore your boyfriend because you had such a great job. But now you've ended up in a whole different league, so of course it's emotional."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't like it? He's still your boyfriend—or should I say, your master now. Even a girlfriend with such a nasty temper becoming livestock must have worried him enough to rush right over. Is that how you repay him?"
The section chief patted Kitou on the shoulder.
"So, now that you've seen your girlfriend like this, what's your take?"
"...Uh."
Kitou couldn't find the words. It was true he'd taken plenty of stress from his girlfriend over the years. Unlike him, scraping by at some dead-end job, she was a well-paid civil servant. And she was pretty attractive, too. Naturally, dating someone like her put him in the submissive position. They'd had no shortage of fights because of it. If he hadn't always backed down, the relationship would've ended long ago.
But things were different now. He was just your average guy. The woman in front of him was subhuman livestock. The disparity—and the thrill it brought—began to mix inside him. The girlfriend who'd always seemed so haughty, cool-headed, and sometimes downright bitchy in front of him now looked utterly pathetic and cheap.
"See... I did the right thing."
"Good choice. Now, you should watch her training, right?"
"Yes."
Kaede's ears couldn't believe the exchange. She asked, "What did you just say? Kitou, you can't mean...?"
Kitou averted his eyes from Kaede for a moment. He felt terribly awkward. But that alone was answer enough.
"How could you... do this to me...?"
"Don't misunderstand, Miss Kaede. Your boyfriend just slipped a livestock conversion application into the stack of documents you were processing."
"...?"
"You didn't even check the papers properly before stamping and signing them. You only have your own laziness to blame."
"...No way."
The truth was, the section chief had long despised Kaede's sloppy work. Her constant errors meant he was always fixing things himself. Still, he'd never called her out on it. He'd been waiting for an opportunity like this. And it had gone exactly according to plan.
"Kitou, what the hell were you thinking, listening to a scumbag like him?"
"Well..."
"'Scumbag'? That's harsh for your old boss. Why else? He said you'd end up serving your boyfriend nice and obediently. And he jumped at that."
The section chief picked up a nearby whip—one of the tools meant for the punishment room.
"More importantly, calling a human a 'scumbag' like that as livestock? Looks like we need to rewire that brain of yours for good."
Kaede's face drained of color. "Mental reprogramming" in the punishment room was basically torture. They kept it within limits, of course, but the pain was undeniable.
"...Kitou, please... stop him. Please."
As Kitou hesitated, the section chief gave his final warning.
"If you want to take her home like that, be my guest. But miss this chance, and you'll never get an obedient livestock pet."
"...Understood."
Kaede's face twisted as she grasped what his nod meant. At the same moment, the whip lashed across her plump ass.
Thwack! A vivid red welt bloomed on her skin.
"Kyaaah!"
If what she'd felt in the breeding pen was shame and humiliation, this was pure, searing pain.
"...What should I do?" Kitou asked, biting his lip.
"Punishment rooms allow spectators, so sit over there and watch. Or you could touch her up if you want."
The best part of punishment rooms was that any passing staff could use the livestock however they pleased—as long as it didn't threaten their life. That was the rule. Most just vented some stress.
Kitou approached Kaede. On all fours, restrained, sniffling and teary-eyed, his girlfriend looked utterly wretched. But somehow, it wasn't a bad sight.
Thwack! The thick wooden switch struck Kaede's ass. After quite some time of this, her buttocks were a bloody mess, swollen and red with ruptured capillaries.
"Hiiik! I'm sorry! Please stop hitting me! Please!"
Unlike before, Kitou didn't hesitate. He eagerly inspected Kaede's body with enthusiasm. He'd never had a chance to stare like this.
The section chief eyed him with utter contempt, but Kitou was oblivious, completely absorbed in Kaede. First, he noted the tube connected to her anus for waste disposal, then moved to her swollen breasts.
"...No doubt about it—becoming a milk cow really plumped up these tits, and the nipples are all puffy too."
It was worlds apart from how she'd been before. Back then, if he'd tried to touch, she'd snap at him or glare like he was some pervert. But now, with the switch raining down on her ass, she was too out of it.
For the moment, he just fondled her soft breasts gently.
"Kaede, don't milk cows give milk?"
"......"
She didn't answer, but her expression said it all.
"Then beg like a good milk cow for me to milk you. I'll be your master."
"...Kitou, please don't make me say such humiliating things..."
Thwack! This time, the switch slammed into her mound.
"Kkieeek!"
"How dare livestock talk back to a human? Beg for milking right now—you're lucky that's all you're getting!"
The switch battered her mound dozens of times until it swelled red and puffy. Finally, weeping, Kaede begged.
"I'm sorry! Forgive me! I'll do as you say... please..."
"What did I tell you to do?"
"Please milk this milk cow's udders, Master."
Seeing his usually uppity girlfriend beg like this wasn't half bad.
"If Kaede asks so nicely, I guess I have no choice. I'll milk you myself."
"...Yes, thank you."
"Just words?"
"Huh?"
"I'm going out of my way to milk you by hand, and that's all the thanks I get?"
"...Um."
"If you're grateful, suck this at least."
Kitou pressed his rock-hard cock against her lips. She'd never given a blowjob before, so she hesitated with clear disgust.
"...S-suck it?"
Swallowing her nausea, Kaede took Kitou's cock into her mouth. It was a shock for him. The real Kaede, sucking his dick? The woman who'd always shied away from even basic intimacy?
At first, Kitou just enjoyed her mouth lightly. But humans adapt quickly. Soon, he grabbed her head and thrust deep into her throat.
"I knew it. All that haughty bullshit—you're just a cheap slut deep down!"
Kitou vented his pent-up rage, fucking her mouth furiously. With his free hand, he squeezed her puffy nipple hard. White milk leaked over his fingers.
Not long after ravaging her mouth, Kitou reached climax.
"Enjoyed that enough?"
"Yes, thanks to you, I really did."
"So, what's your verdict on your girlfriend the milk cow?"
"It's definitely a new look. But honestly, I don't feel attached anymore."
"Then we'll proceed per the contract."
If Kitou still had feelings, the deal was to hand her over at discharge price. Otherwise, to the farm. He'd just forfeited ownership of Kaede. Now she was officially farm livestock.
"Looks like you've got proper etiquette training. But your master abandoned you, so we'll send you back to the farm now. Hope you never end up in a punishment room again."
"...Yes."
Kaede's response was feeble, devoid of thought. The shock of her boyfriend discarding her seemed overwhelming.
"Boring. But that face is worth capturing—let's snap a pic."
Cum dripping from her lips, drowned in despair. That was Kaede's face right now.