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{ASS} Escape From Chattel Acres {Not An e-Mouse} (MF nc cow tort viol 
oral snuff fanfic caution) 

Escape From Chattel Acres

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    Introduction
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The original "Chattel Acres" was written by SumYunGai and 
QuestionMark around 1994 or thereabouts.  It was a story about a 
dairy farm in which the cattle were human women.  They were rounded 
up out of the "wild," branded, milked, bred, and, yes, even 
slaughtered (alive) for meat.  Grizzly stuff! 

My story is a sequel to "Chattel Acres."  I suggest you read the 
original first, or my story won't make any sense to you.

Rather than re-post the original and violate the authors' copyrights, 
I have provided some various links to where the original story is 
archived.  At the time of writing this sequel, the original story can 
be found at these links (beware, some of these sites deal with 
cannibalism and other extreme activities): 

  http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/files/Authors/Josh/www/wash/erotica/  

  http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/files/Authors/Josh/www/wash/erotica/Chattel%20Acres.txt  

  http://www.totse.com/en/erotica/erotic_fiction_cf_to_cn/  

  http://www.darksites.net/can01.shtml  

  http://www.gourmetgirlsmag.com/main.php  

  http://groups.google.com/groups?q=%22chattel+acres%22&hl=en&lr=&ie=
UTF-8&selm=7psrqg%24cuf%241%40news1.xs4all.nl&rnum=1  

  http://groups.google.com/groups?q=%22chattel+acres%22&hl=en&lr=&ie=
UTF-
8&selm=77n8tm%24c2%24138%40usenet43.supernews.com&rnum=16&filter=0  

However, the Internet being what it is, I cannot guarantee that these 
links will still work months, weeks, or even days from now.  Unless 
something drastic happens, the original story can probably be found 
by doing a Google search on the title.

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    Chapter 1: Down On Her Luck
    ---------------------------

    Nancy was out of options.  After high school, she had a short 
modeling career.  With her long black hair, dark piercing eyes, and 
dark complexion, she had the looks, but her temper always got her in 
trouble.  She landed a bit-role in a daytime soap, but was let go 
after her first episode; again, her mouth.  She fell flat on her face 
as a stand-up comic.  She dabbled in magic, and was extremely 
competent at it too, but just didn't have the stage presence.  She 
tried singing; even released a CD.  It sold a few thousand copies and 
the recording studio refused to answer her calls after that. She even 
tried out for the Olympics.  She was strong, physically fit, and 
moderately talented at gymnastics, but wasn't quite good enough to 
make it to the US Olympics team.  Her father had been a foot soldier 
in Nam, and had taught her how to handle a gun.  While she was fairly 
well skilled, her aim wasn't Olympic grade.  

    Finally, she took odd jobs here and there, but when the economy 
crashed in the 2000's, she couldn't find work of any kind.  Her 
unemployment insurance had run out last month, and she had just 
received an eviction notice for the tiny room that she was renting in 
some ramshackle rooming house.  Her parents were both dead, and had 
no siblings to turn to for help.  Her, sometimes, grating personality 
left her with no close friends.

    She had often tried to drown her sorrows, but it was just her 
luck to have a rare thyroid condition that left her immune to the 
effects of drugs and alcohol.

    So there she was, at one of those seedy "work today, get paid 
today" places.  It was early morning, and the place was filled with 
black and Hispanic migrant workers waiting for jobbers to come and 
load them up into their trucks and head off to construction sites and 
apple orchards.  Nancy was the only white person there and the only 
female there.  The jobbers looked right past her, after ogling her 
curvaceous body of course.

    One man, however, had walked in a few minutes ago and had just 
stood there surveying the available laborers.  Nancy caught his eye 
as he started to approach her.  She put on her best smile as the man 
walked up to her and introduced himself, "Hello.  Looking for work, 
are you?"

    "Yes.  Anything."

    "I'm Greg.  From a near by dairy farm.  I think we could use 
you."

    "Great!"

    "Good.  Ready to go?"

    "Yeah, let's go."  Nancy didn't ask what the job paid.  She knew 
all these jobs paid minimum wage. 

    They walked out to his panel van in the parking lot and Greg 
opened the back doors and told her to take a seat inside.  She was 
about to ask why she couldn't ride up front with him, but she knew 
her mouth often got her into trouble and she didn't want to risk 
blowing the job, so she kept quiet.  It was then that she noticed the 
steel mesh separating the back of the van from the front seats.

    She suddenly got second thoughts about this job, and decided to 
quit before she got started.  She tried to open the back doors, 
before Greg walked to the front of the truck, but the door was locked 
and wouldn't open from the inside. 

    A moment later Greg got in and started the truck.

    "Hey!" she shouted.

    Greg ignored her, and she repeated, "Hey!  Mother-fucker!  Why am 
I locked in here?  Why the mesh?  I changed my mind.  Let me out!  I 
don't want your fucking job!"

    "Shut up back there and sid'own!" he yelled back. 

    Then Nancy noticed that there were no seats whatsoever, not even 
benches along the sides.  Just a hard, ribbed, steel floor to sit on.

    She sat on the floor and settled down for the ride.

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    Chapter 2: Return To Chattel Acres
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    After a couple of hours, she felt the truck turn onto a dirt 
road.  She could see through the steel mesh and out the windshield 
that they were approaching a farm with a big red barn and assorted 
other buildings and sheds.

    The truck stopped, and Greg got out and left her in the truck for 
a while.

    Nancy tried to open the rear door again, but it wouldn't budge. 

    A few moments later, the rear doors opened.  Greg and one other 
guy climbed into the truck with a fistful of chains and clamps.  

    "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled at them.

    They grabbed her and shackled her wrists and ankles to the 
chains.  Then he pulled her out of the truck onto the ground where 
she landed on her ass. 

    "You fucking bastards!" Nancy screamed.  

    Greg slammed her on the face with the palm of his hand.  "Shut 
up, cow!" he ordered her.

    "Man, she's a feisty one, Greg," the other man said.

    "She's definitely a breeder, Joe," Greg said with a laugh.

    "Just what the fuck..." Nancy yelled again.  

    This time, Joe produced a cattle prod and jammed it square in her 
stomach.  Nancy screamed from the searing pain and dropped to the 
dusty ground.

    "We got some rules here on _Chattel Acres._  You'd be best to 
obey 'em."

    "Fuck!  You!" Nancy blurted out while still catching her breath.

    Joe jabbed her with the prod again, slamming her to the ground 
again.

    "One, never speak to anyone on the farm without their permission.  
And permission is almost never given.  Two, never make eye contact 
with anyone."

    Greg handed Joe his end of her chain and said, "She's all yours, 
Joe.  Take her away."

    Nancy was scared shitless right about now.  She had heard that 
there was still white slavery in parts of the world, but she had 
never heard of it happening in America.  

    "Come along," Joe said as he yanked the chain and began leading 
Nancy to the big red barn.

    _So, I'm to be a prostitute on this brothel disguised as a farm,_ 
Nancy thought silently to herself.  _I suppose things could be worse.  
At least these hicks won't keep *me* here for very long._

    Nancy gasped in shock when she was brought into the barn.  Joe 
made her stand with her back to a concrete block wall while he 
attacked a collar around her neck and two shackles around her ankles.  
The collar and shackles were attached to some mechanism on the wall 
by three short steel rods.  She could wave her arms, but she was 
quite immobilized.

    "What is this for?" Nancy demanded.

    Joe slapped her across the face again, saying, "You don't learn, 
do you?  Well, you will." 

    Joe then removed the chains and shackles from her wrists and 
ankles.  Next, taking a box cutter, he sliced her jeans and blouse 
along each side from her armpits to ankles.  Her clothes, including 
bra and panties, fall to the floor around her feet, leaving her 
standing there utterly naked.

    Joe grabbed a control box hanging by a wire from the ceiling and 
the rods began moving.  Soon, her head was pulled down to the floor 
with her ass sticking up in the air.  Joe walked away for a moment, 
then returned. 

    Nancy couldn't see what Joe was doing, but he stepped up next to 
her and put something against her ear.  With a snap, she felt a 
piercing go through her ear. 

    "Yeow!" she screamed.  "My ears are already pierced, you fucking 
asshole!" she screamed.  Joe slapped her ass hard without answering.

    Nancy could feel the large earring dangling from her left ear and 
braced herself for the right ear that would surely follow.   

    Instead, he pulled her arms up behind her back and shackled her 
wrists and elbows together.  A moment later, Joe touched something to 
her ass and almost instantly felt white-hot pain.  "Yeeoww!" she 
screamed.

    "What the fuck are you doing to me, mother fucker?" she demanded.

    "You will be silent, cow!" Joe screamed and shoved the cattle 
prod into her pussy.

    "Yeeooowww!" Nancy screamed again.

    As Nancy struggled to catch her breath from the many sources of 
pain her body was experiencing, she felt yet another white-hot pain 
from the other ass cheek.

    "...wake up Cora.  Wake up." Nancy heard while smelling something 
pungent Joe was waving under her nose.

    "Huh?" she gasped.  "My name's Nancy, not Cora," she blurted out 
in a slurred voice.

    Nancy barely felt the slap against her cheek as Joe said, "Your 
name is now Cora, and your number is 924.  Cora-924.  Remember that!"

    Joe activated the mechanism again, this time to return her to a 
standing position.  Next he attached another collar around her neck, 
which she saw him attach with a rivet gun.

    Joe removed her from the mechanism, and led her through the barn 
to a small cell.  He attached a chain from her collar to a D-ring on 
the wall, and loosened the shackles on her elbows slightly.  He 
sprayed something on her ass that stung terribly, then he left, 
closing the door and leaving her in darkness.  

    Her eyes adjusted to the near darkness after a few minutes.  She 
saw that, instead of a toilet, there was a hole in the floor in one 
corner -- like they use in parts of Europe.  Along the other wall was 
a trough filled with something that smelled like dog food.  "Yuck," 
Nancy muttered quietly.

    Nancy struggled to sit on the straw-covered concrete floor 
without falling, rolled onto her stomach, and quickly fell to sleep.

    Nancy was awakened early the next morning by a bright light 
coming from the open door to her cell.  Joe walked in and sprayed 
that antiseptic on her ass again, causing her to let out another 
scream.

    Nancy was drained from being slapped and shocked, so she kept her 
mouth shut for now.  She knew her moment would come eventually, 
thinking silently to herself, _The first john who puts anything in my 
mouth is going to get it bitten off!_

    Joe unhooked the chain from the wall and spoke quietly to her, 
"Okay, Cora, there's more stuff to be done.  Come along." 

    Nancy sighed and followed Joe out of her cell through the barn to 
another processing room.  Nancy gasped when she saw the pit in the 
center of the floor.  Joe swatted her on the ass and shoved her in.  
Joe attached several chains to her collar, holding her in place so 
she couldn't sit or stand on her tiptoes.  He grabbed her long black 
hair, tied a cord around the end of it, and pulled it up over her 
head.

    Nancy was quaking in terror, not knowing what this madman was 
about to do to her.  But not wanting to be slapped or shocked any 
more, she quietly let a tear drip down her face.

    Joe stepped away from the rim of the pit.  Then, suddenly, the 
pit began filling with a foul-smelling caustic chemical.  Nancy 
screamed in pain as the fluid touched her feet and filled up past her 
ankles, above her knees, to her crotch.  The pain intensified where 
the acid flowed up into her cunt and ass-crack.  Tears welled up, as 
Nancy knew that she was about to drown in caustic acid.  But then the 
pit stopped filling when the acid reached to her neck.  Despite the 
intense pain, she was overjoyed that she was not going to die such a 
gruesome death.

    Joe left the room.  It seemed like she was left immersed in that 
acid pit for hours before he returned and drained the pit.  Then she 
was sprayed with icy cold water, but she was too numb to scream out 
in pain again.  

    After that, Joe told her to climb out of the pit. She did and 
then he led her out of the room.  She gasped, then, when she realized 
that all the hair had been burned off her body by the acid.  She just 
couldn't keep quiet any longer at that indignity, "What the fuck did 
you do to me?  Will my body hair grow back?"

    Joe slapped her face for her outburst, then again on the other 
side.  Then he jabbed her with the cattle prod, causing her to fall 
to the floor."

    Pointing the prod to her face, Joe commanded, "On your feet, cow, 
or you're going to feel this on your face!"

    Nancy struggled to her feet, and Joe continued leading her into 
the next room.

    Another man whom she hadn't seen was standing next to a stainless 
steel table.  Joe yanked the chain, saying, "Up on the table, Cora.  
C'mon, girl."

    Nancy sat on the table as ordered and waited.

    The other man walked around the table ogling her and then said to 
Joe, "Nice one!  What's she getting?"

    "This one's a fighter, Bob.  She gets the works!  One in each 
tit, one in the cunt, and one in the nose."

    "Okay.  You gonna stay and watch?  I know you love it."

    Joe held up his arm and glanced at his watch.  "I wish I could, 
but they need a hand on the killing floor what with the sudden bunch 
of new orders that came in this morning."

    "Suit yer'self," Bob answered as Joe hurried out of the room.

    Without delay, he pushed her on her back and clamped her to the 
table, spread-eagle.  He then placed a clamp on one of her nipples.  
Nancy whimpered at the pain of her nipple being crushed by the clamp.  
Then Nancy felt flush when she saw Bob stick a needle through the 
clamp, and through her nipple.  The pain was excruciating as he 
repeated the process on her nipple, sticking the needle through the 
hole again and again.  Finally, he removed the clamp and took metal 
ring from a bowl.  Next he inserted the ring through the hole in her 
nipple.  Using a tool, he bent the ring closed and welded the ends 
together.

    He immediately repeated the procedure on her other nipple.  

    Nancy passed out when she saw, before he even touched her most 
sensitive tissues, that he was about to repeat the same procedure on 
her clit.

    Once again, Nancy awoke to the sight of Joe waving smelling salts 
under her nose.  As she already knew, she had a ring in each nipple, 
one in her clit, and one in her nose.  Joe hooked the chain to her 
nose-ring, and led her through the barn again.

    She wasn't prepared for what she saw this time.  There were 
several rows of stanchions like one would find in a dairy farm.  But 
each stanchion held a naked woman with her head locked in place by 
her collar.  The barn stunk with the smell of human piss and shit as 
the women were forced to piss and shit into a gutter that ran under 
the row of stanchions.

    Joe led her out behind the barn to a small field where about 
fifty to sixty other naked and shackled women were milling about.  
Joe placed a ball-gag in Nancy's mouth, and slapped her on the ass as 
he closed the door barn behind her.

    For the first time, she noticed that each woman wore an earring 
with a number and a name on it.  The same number and name were 
imprinted on each of their collars.  Presumably, her own "earring" 
was a tag with her number and assigned name.

    She walked up to one woman, Joan-811, and tried to speak despite 
the gag, but Joan shook her head, "no" and ran away.  She tried again 
with Marge-820, Amber-858, Connie-808, Kathy-816, Lucy-821, and Fran-
843, but got the same terrified response from each.  

    Giving up on trying to speak with anyone, she then explored the 
area on her own.  She walked up to the chain-link fence that 
surrounded the yard.  It looked like something out of _Jurassic 
Park,_ and it was obvious to her that the fence was electrified.

    She walked the entire perimeter of the fence searching for a 
weakness, but found none.  Holes that others had tried to dig under 
the fence weren't deep enough to get under the concrete footing that 
ran under the fence.  The barn, as well, was built like a fortress; 
its rustic red wood exterior masked its steel frame, poured concrete 
walls, and concrete foundation.    

    Nancy sat on the ground against the barn and sighed, worried that 
she might not get an opportunity to escape anytime soon.

    "Now don't go getting' yourself all bothered, there girl," some 
old guy said as he walked up to her.

    If not for the gag, Nancy would have said, "And who the fuck are 
you, geezer?"

    "You want to know who I am, don'tcha?  Ah'm Floyd.  Ah jus' help 
out here on th' fahm." 

    Floyd reached out and grabbed her jaw, "Hoo'eee, you'rn a real 
purdy one!  Yessireee!"

    Nancy yanked her jaw out of his hands.  

    "And a real feisty one too, ah see!" Floyd added.

    Floyd started talking about rules and punishments, but Nancy 
tuned him out.  After a while, Floyd went over to check out the other 
captives as night fell.  

    As night fell, Floyd brought each of the women into the barn and 
into their cells.  Nancy was returned to her cell that she spent the 
previous night in, and had her gag removed.  Nancy finally gave in to 
hunger and nibbled on some of the dog food in the hopper.  Then, 
exhausted over the day's abuses, she rolled onto her stomach and fell 
asleep on the straw.

    She was awakened the next morning as Floyd shook her on the 
shoulder, "Rise 'n shine there, girl," he said.  "You got yourself a 
busy day ahead, yessiree!"

    Nancy wondered what new indignities they could inflict on her 
that they hadn't already.  Floyd lifted her by the elbow and led her 
back outside where several of the others were also standing around.

    He brought out the rest then disappeared back into the barn for a 
while.

    Floyd came back outside about an hour later and grabbed Nancy by 
the shoulder and led her over to the barn. 

    Joe hollered, "Mornin' Floyd," as Floyd walked over to the barn 
door where Joe was waiting.

    "So you got 924 all ready?" Joe asked.

    "Sho' enough do!" Floyd answered.  "Dang, she's the purdiest of 
the whole lot."

    Joe laughed and hooked a chain to Nancy's nose ring and led her 
through the barn once again. 

    Joe brought her into another examination room with another 
stainless steel table.  "Here's a new one for you, George," Joe said 
to the man in a white smock.

    "She's a milker?  Or a breeder?" George asked.

    "For now, she's to be a milker, but she's slated to be bred 
eventually."

    George strapped her down to the cold steel table.  He said in a 
soothing voice, "I'm the staff veterinarian.  Now, this won't hurt a 
bit there, girl," and then he jabbed her in the shoulder with a 
needle. 

    "That one was to induce lactation," he offered.

    He stepped away and returned with another needle, "And this one 
keeps you in heat."

    Another farmhand appeared and took her back to the field.

    This time, they didn't put a gag in her mouth.  She tried once 
again to get some information from the other "cows."  Some had gags 
and other didn't.  She approached Jill-814 and said, "Can you tell me 
what the hell is going on here?"

    "Shhh," she hushed, then ever so feebly motioned her to walk over 
to a small patch of trees over in the distance.

    Nancy waited and then walked over to the same clump of trees.

    "Whooee," Nancy held her nose at the stench.

    "Yeah," she whispered, "this spot is the toilet 'cause it's the 
only place where there's a little privacy."

    "Yeah, okay, but who are you?  Did they change your name too?"

    "My name is Lynn," Lynn said, "but they changed it to Jill-814."

    "Okay Lynn, my real name is Nancy.  So what the hell is going on 
here?  Why won't anyone else talk?  Are they all such sheep?"

    "It's more like we're cows than sheep, but look, there's a 
rumor."

    "What rumor?"

    "Well, they say when they don't need us any more, they take us to 
the slaughterhouse, just like real cows."

    "What?  That can't be true!"

    "It's probably not.  It's probably just to scare us into keeping 
quiet.  But everyone's so terrified that noone'll talk."

    "Jeez!  These people are sick!"

    "Look, just put out and you'll be okay."

    "Fuck that!" Nancy shrieked.  "I ain't putting out for nobody!"

    "Shhh!  You won't be able to say that for long.  You know those 
shots they give us?"

    "Uh huh."

    "Those shots make us horny and put milk in our boobs."

    "Yeah, that's what I heard."

    "Yeah!  One of the ways they punish you is to _not_ fuck you.  
Believe me!  If no one fucks you after two, three days, you'll be 
beggin' 'em for it!  Then they'll beat you for breakin' the no-
talking rule!"

    "Bastards!"

    "C'mon, we can't stay here too long, or someon'll notice.  I told 
you everything I know."

    "Okay.  Thanks."

    Nancy let Lynn return to the herd first, then waited about five 
minutes to follow. 

    Nancy took a seat once again against the barn.  With nothing else 
to do, she gazed up at the sky and watched the clouds drift by.  
Occasionally, she would see a 747 fly by between a break in the 
clouds.  Out here in the country, there were no highways for miles, 
and planes flew too high to try and signal.  

    _Hmmm,_ Nancy murmured, briefly getting a grin on her face and 
then hiding it just as quickly.

    The next few days passed without any further tortures.  Every so 
often, Floyd would ask, "Getting horny yet there, girl?"

    But she ignored his come-ons if that's what they were.  All the 
date-rape drugs in the world wouldn't turn her on to _that!_

    But her peace ended when Joe and some other farmhands brought the 
whole herd into the barn and chained each of them into stanchions. 

    She stood there silently watching each of the women taken to be 
milked and returned to her stanchion.  Eventually, it was Nancy's 
turn.  Nancy hadn't had a baby, so she was baffled how they expected 
to get milk from her dry breasts.  Still she obediently followed the 
farmhand to the milking parlor.  

    There, she was made to kneel before the milking machine.  The 
farmhand attached two suction cups over her nipples, and then stuck a 
rod up her pussy.  They strapped her down by her ankles and calves so 
she couldn't lift herself off the rod.  A moment later, the rod 
started vibrating and the cups started sucking alternately.

    It actually felt pretty good, and was becoming turned on.  _If 
this keeps up, I might actually come!_

    However, a few moments later, a concerned farmhand came over and 
removed the cups from her nipples.  He examined them, then examined 
the machine, them restarted the machine. 

    Nancy was relieved that the machine had stopped working when it 
was her turn.  The farmhand returned her to her stanchion and left 
her there. 

    After a while, she noticed that they had resumed the milking, but 
had skipped her.

    After the milking was finished, the other women were led back 
outside, but she was returned to her cell.

    Some time later, Joe came to her cell and led her back to 
George's office.

    The veterinarian said to Joe, "Hmmm, there's a problem with this 
one."

    "What's that?" Joe asked.

    "She's not taking to the drugs.  They ain't having any effect on 
her."

    "You sure, George?"

    "Damn straight, I'm sure!"

    They kept her isolated in her cell for the next week.  They only 
took her out to be given additional shots every other day.

    At the end of her week, Joe came into her cell and said, "You 
must be aching in heat by now, cow!"

    "Fuck you!" Nancy spat back.

    Joe leaned back out the doors and said, "C'mon boys.  Let's not 
keep the customer waiting."

    Three other farmhands appeared.  One attached a chain to her nose 
ring, one to her collar, and one to her clit ring.

    They yanked on the chains and pulled her out as she struggled to 
her feet.  

    They led her out the barn and loaded her into the back of a van 
like the one she was brought here in.  It was a short drive to 
another building on the farm.  They took her out of the truck at the 
loading dock of a large stone building that vaguely resembled a 
Victorian mansion type of house.

    "Welcome to the Castle," Joe said.  

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    Chapter 3: Escape From Chattel Acres
    ------------------------------------

    They led Nancy inside, up a flight of stairs, into a small 
waiting room with another door at the other side of the room.

    "Before we go inside, hear me, cow.  Make the customer happy, and 
you might live past tomorrow."

    Then they opened the far door and led her into a large 
expensively furnished conference room.  In the room were several farm 
personnel in suits.  Sitting at one end of the table was an Islamic 
man all decked out in robes and a turban.  

    "Kneel to the sultan of the principality of Sackhmom," Joe 
commanded.

    At the sight of several cattle prods pointed at her, she dropped 
to her knees.

    The sultan waved his hand, and her handlers motioned for her to 
stand again.  

    Joe walked over to the sultan who whispered in Joe's ear.  Joe 
then motioned for the handlers to follow him with Nancy.  They took 
Nancy into an ornate bedroom and had her lie on the bed.  Then they 
tied her spread-eagle and left her. 

    Many minutes past before the door opened again.  This time the 
sultan entered the room.  He was alone, and still all decked out in 
his finery.

    "You making the fine feast, infidel.  For now, I taking a 
pleasure from the you."

    Nancy barely gave a thought to her reply, "Fuck you, towel-head!" 

    "I not knowing the infidel's English, but knowing what the 'fuck' 
means.  Pleased, you be eager to give me the pleasure." 

    "Oh, fuck!" she muttered under her breath.

    It took a while for the sultan to remove his elaborate finery, 
but he was soon standing beside the bed in all his royal nakedness.

    "Anything you put in my mouth is going to get bitten off, Your 
Majesty!" she spat out.

    The sultan just smiled at her remark.  He then walked over to a 
chest at the foot of the bed and removed what looked like a whip.  

    "Oh shit!" she screamed.

    The sultan stood to the side of the bed again, took a step back 
and cracked the whip. 

    "Yeoow!" she screamed at the sudden burning pain.

    He cracked the whip again, drawing another scream of pain from 
her mouth.

    He whipped her mercilessly several more times.  She could feel 
the blood trickling out the gashes in her chest and stomach.   

    "Nice to fuck now, no?" the sultan asked.

    "Huh?" she asked over the pain that made her breathing labored.

    The sultan dropped the whip and approached the bed again.  This 
time, he climbed into the bed and lay on top of her.  

    As if the pain of her lacerations wasn't bad enough, the sultan 
slammed his cock into her dry pussy forcing her into unconsciousness.  

    Nancy woke, sore all over, in her dark cell.  She had no idea how 
much time had passed, or even how many days had passed.  She crawled 
over to that hole in the floor and took a dump.  Th4n she fell back 
to sleep.

    She woke again to Joe pulling on a chain attached to her collar.  
"C'mon, cow," he urged.

    Nancy stood, still sore from her session with the sultan.  The 
scars from her whipping still burned fiercely.

    Joe led her through the barn, to the outside, and toward another 
building away from the main activity of the farm.  He shoved her into 
a small pen adjacent to the building, surrounded by more electrified 
chain link fence. 

    There were three other cows waiting in the pen, Vicky-822, 
Connie-808, Kathy-816, Marge-821, and her friend, Lynn, tagged as 
Jill-814.

    Nancy went up to Lynn and asked, "Lynn, what's going on?  What 
are they going to do to us now?"

    "They're going to slaughter us, Nancy, just like cattle," and 
burst into tears.

    "No!  They can't really!  That's inhuman!"

    At that moment, a man opened the sliding barn door facing the 
small waiting pen. 

    That man and one other walked out into the pen and grabbed Kathy-
816 just as she let out a blood-curdling scream.

    They dragged her into the room as she continued to kick wildly 
and scream at the top of her lungs.

    The two men closed the door, quieting Kathy's screams, and the 
women standing outside just remained silent for several minutes. 

    Suddenly, Nancy heard Kathy's screams intensify from the other 
side of the door facing the pen.  The screaming -- loud, piercing, 
terrified, agonized screaming -- continued for several minutes before 
it was replaced with loud gurgling and then silence.

    A moment later, the men opened the sliding door.  Nancy almost 
threw up at the sight inside the room.  The floor was a virtual ocean 
of blood, still draining into a large drain in the center of the 
room.  

    The view was almost like looking into the butcher shop through 
one of those windows in a supermarket.  Several men in blood-stained 
white butcher coats were packing large cuts of meat into ice in 
plastic containers as Kathy's headless and skeletonized body was 
hanging from her ankles by two hooks attached to chains from winches 
in the ceiling.  Then she did throw up when she noticed Kathy's head, 
scalped to the bone and chopped at a bloody stump that was her neck, 
lying and dripping blood into that drain.

    Other men, who seemed to just be observing the terror, were 
standing idly about the room. 

    The two butchers came out the door and headed straight for Nancy.  

    Catching her breath after having just puked up, she screamed, 
"Hey!  We outnumber these bastards!  Fight for your lives, girls!  
Damn it, fight!"

    Her appeal was met with sheepish silence as them men grabbed her, 
dragged her onto the killing floor, and slammed the door behind them.

    They stopped and made her stand on top of that drain in the 
middle of the floor.  She almost lost it again as she stood in what 
was left of Kathy's blood still slowly dripping into the drain.  A 
couple of the men approached her as she let out a Karate kick and 
spun around on the ball of her foot, narrowly missing the closest 
butcher.

    "Joe was right," he declared to the others.  "This is a feisty 
one!  Ben, Eric, go get a couple of guns, just in case."

    Two of the men went into a door and returned a moment later, each 
holding a pump-action shotgun.  Then they stood there pointing the 
guns at her.

    "Now," the head butcher asked, "are you going to stop this 
nonsense, or are the boys going to have to waste that precious meat?"

    Finally accepting her fate, she stood still as he placed two 
shackles on her ankles, then attached one of two chains to each of 
her shackles.  

    "Get her up," he ordered.  A moment later, the chains started 
lifting and she fell on her back as her feet were lifted off the 
floor.  A few moments later, she was hanging upside-down by her 
ankles with her head about two feet above the floor.

    "Okay, bring in the buyer," the butcher announced.

    At that, another door opened against a wall adjacent to a large 
mirrored window.  Nancy let out a loud gasp when she saw it was that 
bastard sultan from the previous day.

    The sultan approached her and stopped in front of her.  The 
butcher handed him something and said, "I trust you know how this 
works, Highness?" 

    "Eh?" the sultan asked.

    "Draw in a solid line where you want us to cut through the skin.  
Draw dotted lines where you want the meat cut from the carcass after 
skinning."

    "Yes, know well, many times do," the sultan answered in his 
broken English.

    The sultan immediately began walking around, tickling her where 
he drew on her body with the marker.  This was _so_ humiliating to be 
hanging naked while a man drew on her body so she could be butchered 
for meat.

    She twisted her head to catch a glimpse, but the butcher kicked 
her hard in the side of the head with his heavy show.  "Stay still, 
cow!" he commanded.

    After several minutes of drawing, the sultan handed the pen back 
to the butcher and said, "Done.  You cut."

    At that, the butcher said, "Okay, boys, get to work."

    But then the sultan waved his hands, "Stop.  Wait."

    "Yes, Highness?" the butcher asked.

    "I finish, first, what I start last day, no?"

    "Uh, yeah, whatever you say, Highness.  You bought her.  Do what 
you want with her.  Many of our customers enjoy their purchases in 
their last throes of life.  Please!  Have fun!"

    Once again, the sultan undid his robes and handed them to a 
butcher so as not to soil them on the bloodstained grating over which 
she was suspended.  He then stood there as naked as she was. 

    The sultan stepped up to her and said, "You do dirty thing that 
clean Muslim women not do." 

    "What?" she demanded.

    "Open your fucking mouth, cow!" the butcher told her.

    She was getting dizzy hanging upside-down, but she opened her 
mouth.  The sultan stepped up to her face and slid his hard, 
throbbing cock into her mouth.  She felt him grab the back of her 
head and push it down (or was it up?) her throat, as his balls 
pressed against her nostrils.

    He started bucking back and forth, causing his cock to slide in 
and out of her throat.  She had given head before, but never like 
this, hanging helpless upside-down while a guy mercilessly jammed his 
cock down her throat.

    She could feel the tension build in him, the pre cum oozing into 
her throat.  

    His cock was a moment from spewing forth into her throat, and it 
was that moment that she clamped her jaw closed with all her might 
and then some.  She, then, yanked her head to one side, ripping his 
cock off at the base.  Without delay, she swallowed hard, ensuring 
that it went down and could not be retrieved and reattached in a 
short enough time without professional medical treatment.

    The sultan had grabbed his crotch and was writhing on the bloody 
floor screaming in agony.  

    The room was in a sudden state of confusion and panic.  Everybody 
had rushed to the aid of the sultan and nobody was paying her any 
attention.

    Everyone was talking at once.

    "Get an ambulance..."

    "We can't bring an ambulance here..."

    "Hurry..."

    "What're we going to do..."

    "Somebody think of something..."

    "Quick..."

    Summoning her talents as a stage magician and acrobat, Nancy had, 
in that brief instant, bent up by the waist and reached the shackles.  
A split second later, she had dropped to the floor, landing on her 
feet.

    One of the farmhands with a shotgun ran up to her and pulled the 
trigger causing the gun to go _click!_  She pulled another Karate 
kick, sending the gun flying as the guy with the other gun fumbled 
looking for the safety.

    She grabbed the gun, released the safety, and blasted the other 
gunman in the face at point blank, sending the other gun skidding 
across the floor.  

    One of the butchers ran for the other gun, but slipped on the 
bloody floor and went sprawling headfirst into the wall. 

    Screaming, "Yai!  Yai!  Yai!  Yai!  Yai!" at the top of her lungs 
she lunged for the second gun and grabbed it too.

    "Get the rest of the guns!" one of the butchers screamed out.  
"Hurry!"

    Armed with two shotguns, Nancy ran for the large door, slid it 
open and was outside in the pen once again.

    "What the hell's going on?" Lynn asked.  

    "We're busting the fuck out of here is what!  Here take this!" as 
Nancy tossed the gun to Lynn.

    "I don't know how to shoot a gun!" Lynn screamed.  

    "Just fucking shoot!" Nancy yelled back. 

    Nancy looked around for what to do next, when she spotted an 
airliner high in the sky.

    _Fuck!_ she thought quickly to herself.  _I'd hate to kill so 
many people, but if I can take down that plane, this "farm" will be 
swarming with FAA, NTSB, FBI, BATF, and who knows what else in less 
than an hour!_

    She took aim and fired.  Then pumped the gun and fired again.  
_Shit!  It's too far away!_  

    Then she heard something else in the distance, a familiar sound 
but one that she hadn't heard since she's been here.  

    _Yes!_ off in the distance, but not too far, was a helicopter 
flying away just over those hills.  

    She quickly took stock in her gun, _A Remington 870 pump-action 
12-guage shotgun.  Five shots with a hunting plug  Seven shots 
without.  For what they have it for, they probably don't use the 
hunting plug._ 

    She took aim and fired.  This time, she didn't want to bring the 
aircraft down, just lure it over to the farm.

    It continued on its heading, so she pumped the gun and fired 
again.

    _Yes!_  The helicopter turned and headed for the farm.  

    The door to the slaughterhouse suddenly slid open, and two of the 
butchers came rushing out brandishing identical shotguns.

    "Crap!" she yelled as she took aim.  A split second before she 
pulled the trigger, one man's head exploded.  The other man turned 
and shot at Lynn, blowing a gaping hole right through her chest and 
out her back as she was fumbling trying to figure out how to pump the 
gun and shoot again.  

    "This is for you, Lynn," Nancy screamed as she blew the other 
man's head off before he could take aim back at her.

    The dark red helicopter was nearly overhead.  Nancy took aim.  
She wanted to get their attention, to get them to radio that they 
were being shot at, but without taking it down.

    It was a risk either way, if the chopper flew away, the farm 
people would be all over here with way more guns.  But if she took it 
down before they radioed for help, no one might ever know about this 
place.  

    Then she saw, like, three or four TV cameras through the open 
door.  _My God!  It's a Network XXIII News Chopper!_  She instantly 
recognized Monique from TV leaning out the door, down at the carnage.  
_And is that Edison Carter sitting behind her?_  The two reporters 
had all the cameras trained right on her.  _Perfect!_  She hefted the 
gun and pointed it, once again, at the aircraft.  She saw the sudden 
terror in their eyes as she pulled the trigger, blowing one of the 
cameras to bits.  Suddenly, two more men with shotguns came running 
out of the barn.  One of them started blasting at the helicopter 
while the other blasted her in the leg causing fiery pain to shoot 
past her hips and up her spine just before she passed out.

    ###

    _The pain!  The pain!_  She could hardly move with the pain.  Her 
vision was blurry.  But the softness against her head was a blessing.  
_Softness?_  Then she heard an odd voice speak from a radio or TV 
just outside her room, "Stay-stay tuned to N-N-Network T-T-T-Twenty 
Three for more-more b-b-breaking news on Chattel Acres-Acres with 
Edison Carter!"

    She opened her eyes.  She was in bed -- a real bed -- in a bright 
room full of beeping and buzzing equipment.  Her body was connected 
to all that equipment with half a dozen wires and tubes.  The 
curtains on the window blew gently in the breeze from the air 
conditioning.  She turned her head and saw about a dozen cops 
standing just outside a door through a break in a gauze curtain that 
hung across half the room.

    She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard her name spoken.  
_No please!  Not again!_   "Linda," the disembodied, yet soothing, 
female voice spoke her name again.  Linda turned her head and looked 
at an Indian woman in a green lab-coat and strikingly beautiful eyes.  
"Hi Linda.  I'm doctor Neha Patel.  We were able to save your leg, 
and you're going to be fine.  Do you know you're a national hero?"

    "Just let me get some fucking sleep!" she grouched back at the 
doctor.

    --- The End --- 

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