The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, violence, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation, body modification/transformation and suggested beastiality. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter 10: Damage Control
There’s always a distinctly odd feeling when one wakes from slumber the morning after a life-altering event. Well, maybe not life-altering but certainly momentous. It begins with a sort of mental reevaluation or replaying of events and then moves warily into an acceptance phase. In light of the new reality, old plans are no longer relevant and so you are now forced to improvise accordingly.
I decided that my original plan had been rudimentary at best. It was sloppy and I hadn’t thought of every possible eventuality. I was lucky in the sense that Esther had been traveling alone. It still remained to be seen if anyone had previously been aware of her travel plans or destinations. At any rate, I needed to “tidy up” and rethink my first lines of defense.
I came to the foregone conclusion that the cars had to disappear immediately. I hadn’t done this as of yet simply because I worked alone and I had no way to return after disposing of them. The one thing I could do immediately, however, was shutter all of the windows on the ground level. I was very disappointed in myself for not having done this from the very beginning. I also decided that a locked gate, equipped with “no trespassing” signs, should be erected near the highway to discourage anyone else from turning off.
All of these things would take several days to complete and it meant that I would have to leave the barn several times throughout the process. I always tried to limit the time away from the barn and my work, mostly out of paranoia but also because of my obsession with all of it. I had much to do but for the time being I needed to see to my primary responsibilities.
I walked over to where Esther lay slumped over beside the wall. She was still breathing, evident in the labored wheezing coming from her gaping mouth. Her face and neck were covered in dried blood as were my own hands from hours earlier. She was still dressed in her fancy pantsuit and for me that just wouldn’t do. I slapped her across the face trying to rouse her to consciousness but her body would have none of it. I began undressing her starting with her jacket and blouse. Underneath she wore a lacy red bra that barely contained her heaping mounds of tit-flesh. I removed this and read the tag; 38 EE. I’ll admit I’ve always had a childish fascination with large breasts and these very much appealed to my more carnal desires. I used my knife to cut off her pants and thong panties which revealed her smooth and obviously waxed cunt.
Now, completely nude, I went over every inch of her body identifying any distinguishing marks, tattoos and piercings. She, in fact, had one tattoo on her right shoulder blade depicting the astrological symbol of a scorpion. Aside from that she had piercings in her ears, naval and clitoral hood. I also observed a short cesarean-section scar on her lower abdomen. I removed all of her jewelry (the piercings, two rings and a gold watch) and began to clean her up. She did not wake up or even stir throughout this process.
Once I finished cleaning her I added shackles to her wrists and laid her flat on her back with her head elevated only by an old seat cushion. I then blindfolded her so that if she did regain consciousness I could at least limit her ability to memorize her surroundings.
After I was satisfied with Esther’s securement I turned my attention to my other pets. For the last several minutes my shepherd pup had been whining incessantly for attention which I was inclined to provide now that affairs were coming together.
I walked over to the small cage in the corner of the room and pulled off the thick blanket I used to cover it during the night hours. I only wished to mask the time of day from my human animals. It would be unnecessarily harsh for me to force Sergeant Pepper to endure the same constant daylight conditions. I may be a monster but I’ve always felt that there is a particularly warm place in hell for anyone who is intentionally cruel toward dogs.
I opened the cage door and he immediately ran into my open arms. Here was at least one creature VERY excited for my attention.
“Who’s a good boy?” I asked affectionately. “Who’s daddy’s good boy?”
He panted and wagged his tail very enthusiastically as he ran about the room stopping on occasion to sniff this or taste that. I let him explore his domain freely as I went about my business of checking on Ashley. After a while he settled in the warmth between Bianca’s calves, curled up and went to sleep.
I was now adjusting the settings on the Carejoy milker and checking that the suction cups were securely in place over Ashley’s teats. I watched as she rhythmically swayed back and forth on the constantly invading dildo. Her cunt was so gaped at this point that the entire 13 inches of rubber cock AND balls along with an inch or two of piston arm were completely disappearing inside of her with each thrust. I couldn’t have been more proud.
I then turned my attention to Bianca. She had become a very rotund little beast and the mere sight of her giant brown ass never failed to stiffen my cock. Her belly was now hanging almost to the floor but I guessed it had more to do with the fat building up in that area than with her pregnancy. The size of her tits, however, could almost certainly be blamed on her “delicate” condition.
“You up bitch?” I asked while striking her upturned ass.
She immediately responded by trying to get away from my blows. I kicked her left udder.
“I can’t hear you cunt.” I wanted a verbal response, though, lately they were limited to grunts or groans.
“Y..y..y..ye..yes.” Her voice was very tiny and completely lack in spirit but I wouldn’t press her any further today.
I injected another small dose of Propofol into her IV port and watched as her body slumped over as far as it could with all of the chains and securement apparatus in place. I lifted the hoist around her torso so that her enormous weight would be lifted off of her hands and knees as she slept and then went back over to Esther.
I had no idea what to with her. If she eventually died then I would dispose of her in some fashion but the bitch just kept on breathing. It was looking more and more as if she would pull through despite the fact that she had not yet regained consciousness. I decided to go ahead and put her on an IV drip to keep her hydrated for the time being and went about the business of setting up her port. After she was situated I sat back down in my chair. I was still covered in dried blood and dirt as I had not showered since before the morning of Ester’s untimely arrival but then again I had been quite busy.
Sergeant Pepper or Pepper as I had been calling him came over to where I was sitting a began licking my hand.
“Hey boy” I said cheerfully. “How’s my good boy doing?”
He tried jumping up several times but his short stubby legs weren’t quite strong enough to launch his chubby little puppy body that far up just yet so I reached down and pulled him into my lap where he then proceeded to try and lick my face.
“Such a good boy” I chimed. “Such a good, good boy.”