Chapter 3: You're Fired. (Male/Male, Crushing, Heart Fucking, Heart Gore, Asphyxiation, Fighting, Wrestling, Petrification, Watersports, (minor) Decapitation, Snuff, Necrophilia)

"Ah, boss! There you are! I was just looking for you!" A gruff male voice calls from the other side of the hallway.

Raines continues walking, waving the owner of the voice over. A large minotaur, about twice Raines' size covered in thick gray hide, runs up like a giddy schoolboy holding a bunch of papers. He has the same kind of fuckmeat tag all the cows do pinned through both of his nipples. Attached to his horns is the preserved headless corpse of one of the smaller debreasted cowgirls, petrified in silver and attached to him as a trophy for hard work. 

Her head is attached to his cock like a chastity cage, with ropes coming out of the neck hole and wrapping around his massive length swinging between his legs. The tip was hanging out of her mouth. The word "DEFECTIVE" was written on her head, and her eyes stared glassy and unflinching down at the floor.

The two of them converge in an elevator, where the big bull starts flitting through an envelope full of papers to show Raines one in particular with a red arrow on it. Raines looks into his eyes for a second, then smiles and keeps to himself.

"Boss, I was worried about these files. The recent studies show that new chemical to make the sluts have bigger breasts is becoming too costly. I was thinking we should cut back on the XXL tittymeat special-"

"You were thinking?" Raines begins, not looking up from the paper the bull showed him. Immediately the giant cow begins sweating harder than someone who had spent an entire day at the gym. "What's your name, again?" He continues, one evil eye glancing over at the bull.

"M-my name? Francisco..." Raines looks at the big bull, and lifts his foot half an inch off the ground before the reply came in full. "F-Francisco Fuckmeat, Sir- Master- Sir!" He stumbles.

"Fuckmeats don't think. They serve. YOU serve. Now, serve." Raines commands, snapping his fingers. Francisco's blue eyes widen and he drops to his knees fast enough to shake the entire elevator, burying his huge face in the feline's crotch.

"I think you think too much, slut." Raines says, looking down at the bull suckling at his balls, only to pull them down and make one long, slow, sensual lick up the underside of his cock, tasting a cowgirl on it. The cat's cock always tasted like a cow's pussy, and had this intense sexual musk on it that ruined the senses of any one of those slutty cows that got close to it. Instantly, that head between Francisco's legs rose up and began staring at Master Raines' balls instead of the floor, the bull's pre-cum washing over her glassy eyes.

"Mmm... All that is worth thinking about is your glorious cock, Master." Francisco said, trying waaaay too hard. It was hard to get much cuteness factor out of the bulls that worked in the company, but the idea of forcing someone twice or even thrice your size to break and submit to your indomitable will did have its charms. Forcing them to like doing it was an even bigger ego boost. But even bigger than that...?

"Good. That's what I want your last thoughts to be of." Raines said, his claws dragging across Francisco's face. The bull dropped everything, his papers scattering across the elevator floor. The machine dings as a cowgirl steps in right next to Master Raines and watches, leaning against the railings and pressing every button for the next ten floors for him.

"Thank you, Karla." Raines said amicably, reaching over and patting her head gently with one hand, his other wrapped around one of the bull's horns.

"Yes, Master. Do enjoy this male slut's throat hole... as much as I'll enjoy watching you break him." She responds, her eyes trained on the steer's head as it bobbed up and down, rocking Raines' hips for him. She looks between them and pushes his head down as he's about to come up for air, and while he moans in protest, his cock twitches against Raines' leg. It's over two feet long, and is soaking the floor now with the sheer amount of it.

"Karla, take these to the dolphins, they'll know what to do with it." Raines says, handing her the papers and hiding his claws from her. She gets off at the very next 'ding!', rushing up the stairs with her eyes glowing purple to illuminate the stairway. Francisco wraps his arms around Raines' back, continuing his lustful blowjob uninterrupted.

"Any last words, Franny...? You do deserve at least that much, I suppose." Raines gestured, and Francisco's eyes began darting left to right. He didn't see a way out of this but to run, but it was too late. 

With a small slurp, Francisco pulls his head back at the next available 'ding', releasing the grip on his Master's crotch and attempting to make a run for it. Raines grabs him by the chest, sinking his claws right next to the nipples and leaving a bloody gash in it. Francisco tries goring Raines with his horns, but there's a silver cowgirl attached to them, so it just pushes him back slightly and drags the claws up to his shoulders. 

Francisco screams and falls to his shoulders, his cock pulsing and throbbing from the pain. They both start sharing grunts as they fight, Raines putting in swift kicks to the larger male's engorged ballsack. After two kicks, those grunts turn to moans, and then another decisive foot to the base of his cock and the pleasure overwhelms him. He falls face down ass up, his cock spurting cream all over his chest and his chin. Raines kicks him in it again, intensifying the orgasm, and drags him between the closing elevator doors, positioning his throat just between the doors so it can get crushed.

"I had my Tuesday's exercise this morning already. I don't need another one, you big cumdump! Worthless sluts who think are less than useless to me." Raines belittles, pressing his clawed hand directly into the bull's loosened asshole. There are still dried cum stains from the last time his master had used his ass.  Francisco slams at the elevator doors, kicking his hooves out at nothing as he chokes. No words escape him, just a few occasional gags. His eyes bulge out and his tongue is forced out of his mouth, his cock still shooting thick ropes of seed out over his body as it betrays him and gets off to this torture.


Raines opens up the doors and times it just right, punching Francisco in the intestines from the inside and forcing him out the door. He slides along the ground in a small river of his own semen, panting and grasping at his neck. The cat steps back and presses a button in the elevator, and it slowly rises one floor up before even closing its doors. Other businessfurs look on as Raines picks up the hoarsely mooing cow by his horns and roars with effort, pushing him back into the elevator shaft and listening to him scream as he falls the rest of the 8 stories to the bottom floor, landing with several snaps and a loud 'thud' that sends a puff of dust another two stories up.

But the cat wasn't done yet. He still heard Francisco groaning down there. Alive. He calls the elevator back casually, adjusting his suit and tie while everyone else goes on with their daily activities. He steps inside and unscrews a panel on it with his claw, not caring that it hurts to twist his finger that way. Underneath the panel, there's a red button unlike the others labeled 'B', for basement. He pushes the B button revealed under the panel, and the doors close, the elevator slowly moving to the ground floor, then below it. Some of the cowgirls seem surprised and look into the elevator shaft from the modern glass doors at the bottom floor, only to hear a loud scream followed by a quiet little crunching noise.

Some seconds later, the elevator rises again, and Raines steps out on the ground floor, shooing away all the cows while he moves into a nearby stairwell. He takes a key from in his shirt pocket, and a deep breath that it wasn't lost in the fight, opening up the elevator access panel on the side of the stairwell. There, at the bottom of the shaft, lay the dead, crushed bull, his head and neck bent at a weird angle, and pink brain matter littering the shaft bottom. One of his legs was completely shattered, the bone sticking out of his leg. The silver statue of the cow girl's body was shattered, laying in pieces around his head. He twitches when Raines lands on his intact stomach, spitting out blood that soon joins the pool under his head. The cat moves to the side just in time, bending over to touch the cow's chest as Francisco's bladder and bowels release, the dead cow letting out one last raspy gurgle as his body gives out completely.

Bovine death urine coats his thighs and the decapitated head still attached to that huge cock of his, before it runs into a small crevice that begins to madly spark. Raines jumps high enough to hit the bottom of the elevator and latch onto it while thousands of volts of electricity course through the corpse. He begins madly twitching, more of his destroyed brain seeping out of him as the flesh around his cock sears black with the plasma arcing through it. Eventually, the trail of pee stops, and Francisco's back is left arched and paralyzed for a second before the electricity runs its course through him and leaves him back as dead as he was before.

"Never could stay the worthless slut you were meant to be, huh...? Shit, that scared me. C'mere, you. Since you like heart attacks so much, you have one."


Raines jokes about the near death experience, putting a mental note in to fire the technicians who designed this elevator shaft. He drops down and kicks Francisco with his rubber insoles, moving him away from the electrified liquids and pushing him over a few inches. He bends over the cow and removes the decapitated head from his burned cock, sitting on the underside of it and clawing his way into the midsection of what was once Francisco Fuckmeat.

Raines spends a good few minutes digging through and disemboweling the minotaur, ripping through muscle easily with his sharpened claws. He almost cleaves the cow in half once the half an hour is up, reaching in and fisting under his ribcage until he feels that huge, still heart. It definitely wasn't beating any more, not like either of them were complaining. 

"Shoot, I just remembered. I never got to nut in you, did I? Well, I can't call you 'fuck' meat if I don't do the first part. You're just useless meat now. Here, let's have a part of you for that..." Raines muses, stroking the dead bull's cheek and moving it up to his tongue, which now lolls on the side of his face. 

His bulging eyes watch as Raines takes the still intact organ from out of his crushed ribcage, picks out a couple of bone pieces, and lowers it onto his cock. It was about as large as the dead cowgirl's head, which makes sense considering his enormous stature. Raines' hips begin slamming into the bloody pump, and his paws began squeezing and massaging the arteries around his length as he fucked life back into it, to no avail. He leaned back against a wall, moaning loudly to himself because he thought nobody would hear him down there. He bent over the dead bull and positioned his hips just over Francisco's mouth, thrusting his cock and the cooling heart attached to it against his face and then into his throat repeatedly. 

Raines didn't take long for the tightness of the improvised heart-pussy to send his brain into the throes of pleasure, and he filled it up to overflowing with his kitty cock cream, some of his own semen running down the bull's chin as he couldn't swallow it. Raines pulls back and pushes the heart off him, leaving it and the corpse in the elevator shaft for the janitor to fuck later.

"Best resignation letter anyone's ever given me... thanks, slut."

Chapter 4: The Grand Tour (Latex, Bondage, Brain Melting, Gore, Breast Expansion, Hyper Breasts, Cum_Inflation, Electrocution, CBT, Asphyxiation by Cock, Hanging, Watersports, Futanari, Neck_snap, Decapitation, Hypnosis, Mind_Control, Snuff, Necrophilia, Body_Writing)

12:00. Time flies when you're getting the morning snuff in. The doors open and a freshly washed and pressed cat master welcomes in the day's feeble-minded tourists onto the premises of the Beaten Meats factory grounds. Raines welcomes everyone Willy Wonka style with cowgirls holding out plates of their sisters' meat as a sampler. The guests 'ooh' and 'aah' as they're shuffled past hogtied girls moaning on mobile fucking machines into a dimly lit hallway made entirely of glass.

"Once again, welcome to Beaten Meats. I'm your guide, Master Raines Barennya. People call me Master around here so much they may as well make it my name! I'd like to ask everyone to stay with the tour at all times. Fuckmeat will be provided at the end of the tour for your sexual needs! Let's go see what makes this place's heart beat... and then makes it stop." Raines began, with the utmost showmanship.

The tour travels onwards for a very brief moment, camera shutters clicking left and right. The light flashes in one of the cowgirl's eyes and she falls on her ass, to which more furs take pictures of her exposed puffy labia.

"No flash photography, please, it scares the sluts. On your right, you'll see our breeding pens. After a strange genetic mutation discovered in late 1981, we managed to breed special cowgirls endowed with male genitalia! Because of their uniqueness in having female DNA, we can create bovine sluts with twice the DNA of your typical cowgirl!"

Curtains draw upwards to reveal rows of hundreds if not thousands of futanari cowgirls being fed through tubes, all of that tasty slop laced with aphrodisiacs so potent their hips are in a constant thrusting motion. Some of them moan about their inability to feel their own legs, and each one is hooked up to a mechanical breast milker and an organic cock milker. 

"Yes, between each futa girl's legs is another submissive latex bound cow being fed hypnotic images through her binoculars. 24/7. Our oldest breeder has been here for about a week now. We regularly change out pregnancy tests daily and send mind-controlling images to force the cows to- oh, there one goes now!"

Raines points to a mooing cow who shakes the entire machine she's set up in with a mixture of orgasm and watersports, the redheaded futa cow slut behind her grabbing her full midsection and pumping even more semen into her as this happens. A screen facing the crowd watches the LED monitors turn a bright pink, and Raines smiles at not needing to kill girls today.

"Pink means pregnant, blue means barren. We don't tolerate failure much around here, but for these cock socks? They can't wait to run dry. Come with me and I'll show you why that is."

Raines begins moving, but the peanut gallery is too busy watching a mass all-female orgy to follow him. A very short red panda girl unzips her vulpine boyfriend's fly and begins to latch onto his crotch and start slurping up his cock. It seems most of the reason people take this tour is just to watch porn. Raines sighs and presses a button on the glass.

"Bethany? Call two security guards to keep an eye on the horny ones while I attempt to move on, please." He commands. 

"Bethany Fuckmeat, at your service, Master!" comes the chipper response. Security is composed of two large dragon males, each around 10 and a half feet tall with permanently hard foot-long erections, locked inside vibrating steel dick cages and forced to watch the show. They don't seem to mind.

"Right then. I would advise anyone who wants to watch the show stay here where these two very lovely, extremely bisexual men can see you. I would hate to be roasted and spit on their scaly dicks." Raines says, to which one girl, barely an adult, immediately begins running for the door just to test them. They catch her and hold her up between them, glaring at her.

"Please, free me from these mortal shackles! I wish to be one with these cows!" She says, her cloak falling off to reveal a pretty cute fox girl with markings all over her skin, self drawn. She starts talking about how she can give their souls pleasure and she's a witch and she wants to die.

The dragons give no fucks and look as if they hate their job or haven't had their morning coffee. Just to shut up the obscene witchcraft chanting this girl was doing, they force their meaty rods down her throat and, with a little effort, up her butt as well. The machines strapped to the bases of their cocks begin to vibrate, and this emo fox witch still attempts to choke out her witchcraft while she's being impaled on two dicks. 

She grabs at the nearest ballsack she can touch and begins fondling it between her fingers, putting some kind of curse on them. At first, the dragon pays no mind to it, but his eyes widen and he begins yelling out in pain long enough to distract Raines from his show of a dying fox. A feral wolf hiding in the crowd disappears into a back room, leaving the tour faster than either of the three can see it.

Meanwhile, the scaly guard doubles over and begins screaming "My nuts! Help me! She's got my nuts and it huuuurts!", physically unable to wrest his cock from her choked hold on it. This fox has closed her throat entirely, her eyes rolled all the way back into her head and the rest of her body completely limp, save the one arm held up against his sack. It suddenly begins to mysteriously grow in her grip, his scrotum engorging to the size of footballs in mere seconds. Suddenly, his partner feels it too, and as if caught in a Chinese finger trap, they both fall over onto their knees and start humping the dying fox from the front and the back to try and kill her before she kills them. 

"All right everyone, advance the tour, security will handle it. I don't care what you do, I want her out of here in a body bag!" Raines says, ushering the crowd back a safe distance. Journalists were already snapping pictures for the next big story. The dragons fell over clutching their crotches, their now basketball sized testes growing and sagging to the floor, then begin to rise again as they swell up even further. The dying fox is drooling and is dripping snot all over her dragon's cock, and she makes a rattling death gurgle, her entire body shaking. 

As soon as she breathes her last gasp, the dragons are released from the spell and immediately begin dumping their semen into the corpse, rocking back and forth in a mind shattering orgasm between the both of them. The fox's corpse fills up, her stomach making strange gurgles. There's a loud squelching from her as her stomach and several sections of her intestines burst from the sheer pressure and volume of cum releasing into her. Even with all her muscles relaxed, the force of it is too much, and the leftover semen spills out of her muzzle, her belly ripping open in places from the volume of semen filling her corpse.

"...Security? Someone come clean up security..." Raines says, a look of sheer confusion in his face. He leaves the dragons to continue filling the defenseless, swelling corpse and moves on to the next section of the tour, where all the cowgirls were waiting for him.

"...Right, where were we? Ah, yes. What happens to the failures... Before we begin, does anyone else have any more suicidal feelings they want to make known to the crowd?" Raines asks, to which half the crowd raises their paws and hooves. The cat sighs and continues on.
Raines steps on select switches in the floor as he passes, releasing trap doors in the ceiling above them where several cowgirls meant for just this purpose waited with nooses around their necks. Four or five of them were futas, as well, their cocks spurting cream all over the crowd. One of the futas had hyper balls that swung past her legs, and a horsecock long enough to tap the ass of the dead girl in front of her. The weight of those massive orbs between her legs was enough to break her neck instantly, her face frozen in a wide-eyed stare. Her balls managed to hit the floor with a hard smack just before her neck broke, forcing one thick rope of cum from her cock in a last deathgasm before the rest of it dribbles out without her brain controlling it. 

The rest of the cowgirls had more time to enjoy the growing heat in their lungs and crotches, one of them wrapping her legs around a convulsing futa's cock and grinding up and down on her cock, anything to get a release. Some of the members of the crowd took pictures of the twitching pussies and grabbed onto the girls to pull their legs down even further, spreading them wide so they can get hit in the face by their inevitable cumshots. Most of the cows stiffened up in orgasm once or twice during their silent dances, the feeling of having their throats crushed proving too much for them. 

"That hypnotic imagery we show them trains them to anticipate their death day. Some of these twats can't even get off normally without someone wrapping something around their necks. But even the best cowgirl can only stay here for around a week or so before their brains just give out and they get sent down below... Side note, everyone who said they needed a rough snuffing, continue down this path. Everyone else stand right on that X." Raines commands, and the crowd splits in half again. There are only about 8 furs remaining to watch the rest of the tour.

Ironically enough, the way Raines pointed leads to an emergency exit, leaving several people teased, high and dry, expecting to be roasted on a spit or something. Everyone who was stood on the X waited around while nothing happened, before the ceiling opened up above them. Eight cowgirls at each point on the circle that opened up spread their legs and drench the crowd in their urine, pissing on them all in a pretty cruel joke Raines pulled.

"That's just to get the blood off of you." He japed, expecting a reply.

"What blood?" A disgruntled wolf in the crowd asked.

"This blood." Raines answers, right on cue. 

The cowgirls are immediately locked in place by machines that rise up from the floor they stood on, a large buzzing sawblade replacing the hole in the ceiling and pressing up against their necks. They moo in exaggerated confusion for a second before the blade begins whirring, cutting their throats open instantaneously. Blood showers the onlookers in a much greater volume than piss did, and the cowgirls' bodies are moved forward slowly until their necks and bodies completely separate from one another, the bodies dropping through the hole atop the tour, as presents for them. While somewhat disgusted, most of them take the joke well.

Just then, the red X in the floor begins descending, lowering into the basement floors where millions of cows are mooing in the distance.

"Welcome to the hypnotics labs. This is where all the birthing and training happens. Our current head of hypnotics, Melinda Fuckmeat, will guide you through this part of the tour." Raines informs, pointing to a large screen descending with them. 

The giant screen follows the crowd as the tour becomes automated, the X elevator moves horizontally. Melinda, the narrator for this part of the tour, walks onto the live feed, wearing a lab coat over her massive, leaking breasts and a pair of white panties, stained gray by her own fluids. There are visible milk stains in her shirt. She also seems older than the other cows, her hair in a bun with a vibrator cord running through it and glasses over her face.

Some cowgirls that drone on like zombies move up to the crowd and begin licking them and the corpses they carried with them clean, each one of them equipped with headsets blasting information on 'how to be a good girl' into their ears. Their eyes glow a radiant purple, as do most of the visible cowgirls being hypnotized.

They all wear full body latex suits and are each strapped into a machine that feeds them special chemicals to turn off their brains and convert them into good girls that love Master's cock and will obey any command they're given. They slowly repeat that to themselves, except for the occasional outlier who is given a blaring 'CUM!' command audible by anyone listening, sending the girl into a frenzy. 


Anyone commanded to cum immediately drops to their knees clutching their crotches in an attempt to slow the massive waves of pleasure pumping through their bodies, eventually finding themselves unable to as they sink to the floor insensate and writhing. Most of them pass out in a puddle of their own milk, but a few strong ones manage to stay awake, laying paralyzed in orgasmic bliss, moaning out every breath. The red X continues moving, the crowd beginning to lose itself in the wonders of how massive this center is.

"We keep each cow heavily stimulated in order to prolong estrus throughout their entire lifetimes. They live their lives constantly needing to be filled by something, anything, so long as their worthless pussies get to be used to pleasure Master, we love Master, we-" Melinda explains, her eyes glowing brightly.

Raines responds by pressing a button on a remote control panel, sending several volts of electroshock therapy through the cowgirl via a shock collar around her neck. Melinda, who at present is rubbing herself lewdly up against a desk, jumps and her muscles contract. She falls over onto the desk she was humping shaking violently, foaming at the mouth. She passes out from the shocks, making wet squelches as she soils her panties and falls off the desk in a puddle of her own mixed fluids.

The red X stops and one of the cowgirls dressed in this full body latex suit is brought forward, her hypnotism machine softly whirring as it flickers between images of cocks and shoves an inflatable piston dildo into her to simulate the kinds of things a 'good girl' should do. Raines removes the girls' leather hood and her feeding tube for a second, turning off the machine. She just stares forwards as if she's still watching it, her glowing eyes gently illuminating his cock.

"Mister Raines, why do their eyes glow?" One person in the audience asks.

"Y'see, we feed these girls special brain melting food that... well, look at this brain dead bimbo. Meaty, milk-filled fuckpillows, plump rump meat, and constantly needs cock filling." Raines answers, smacking her across the face with his cock. She doesn't blink or flinch, instead opening her mouth and drooling as she moans out the word "c-coooooooock" in one long, drawn out breath.

"Yes, slut, do you want the cock?" Raines asks, waving it in front of her face. She looks back and forth at it like it's a pendulum before sticking her tongue out and licking it, silently admitting to everyone how much she does. 

Raines decides to take this one, identified only by her flowing, unkempt blond hair and a name tag that says "Hello, My name is Betty Fuckmeat!". The feline master quickly unlatches the latex suit by pulling on some velcro straps at each side, tying her knees to it. She falls down, still coated in the black bodysuit, and immediately crawls forwards and takes a huge whiff of his musk. She places one hand atop it and the other cradling his balls, sensually licking from his balls up the incline to his tip, popping just that part in her mouth until it disappears. 
Her tongue spins circles around it, and she has her eyes trained on him and his reaction. He throws his head back with pleasure, grabbing her hair and pulling her along with him as he awkwardly walks forward trying to move with a slut trying to milk his babies out of him. She crawls forward, mooing lustfully whenever it pops out of her mouth and sliding around him to try and fit it all in her throat, even if it makes a cute bulge she chokes on each time she tries.

"Oh-o-oookay, final part of the tour is- uh...! The birthing pens, the birthing pens!" Raines says, walking backwards so his slut can crawl forwards while continuing to suck him off. He occasionally doubles over, fiddling with her mouth in his paws because of the overwhelming suction and tightness her throat provides him.

The tour makes several stops along the way, most of which so the cowgirl can pay special attention to Raines' balls and so he can hook his finger under her tongue and pry it off him for a second. She had managed to wrap it around him like a vice, using the strong muscle to pull him into her mouth, and even though with each passing second she milks more pre-cum out of his throbbing shaft, he tries to balance the attention he gives to his slutty follower with the attention he gives to his tour. Her tits swing all the way down to the floor, even through the fitting latex suit, the crotch of which is beginning to feel more and more damp by the second, even though it's absorbent.

"I appreciate... hah... Th-heh- The enthusi-yaa-sm... Uh... We're going on a detour... Don't worry, folks, you'll get your money's worth!" Raines stumbled, walking in a small circle so his slut doesn't suckle too hard at his sack. She follows him on all fours wherever he leads, and he leads her onto the red X platform, tapping buttons in a hurry. The platform beeps and flashes brightly, accepting the new commands.

"ThankyouthankyouthankyouMelinda" Raines chants, dropping Betty's head to the railing and bucking his hips roughly against it. She places her hands around him and simply allows him to take her deeper in her throat than before. Raines begins panting and leans over the railing, paying no mind to the new pathway opening up in the corridor. The platform hurries through it faster than it had ever moved before, and the blue-furred feline grabs her by the shoulder and tumbles

"Welcome to Customize your Cowgirl! Make your meat feel good before you beat her into a good looking main course!" The automated message said. Raines began pressing buttons on the screen in front of him, the mechanical arms immediately getting to work.

"Moo? M-master...? I'm scared! Hold me, please... Plea-" She began, hurriedly trying to crawl back underneath that hot cock where it's nice and safe. She gets cut off by a sharp smack to the face by one of the mechanical arms, then gets lifted high into the sky before she can fully register what's going on.. She squeals and wriggles in her captivity, kicking at the needles coming towards her. The glow in her eyes retreats, replaced by an instinctual desire to live. 

Raines puts on a pair of blue gloves that manually controls the arms, turning to face the crowd.

"We're looking at making a portable version of "The Tenderizer" here for all your domestic cattle needs. Right now, we're having problems adjusting the power." he says with a smirk, raising his arm up and making a hard jab forwards. The mechanical arms jab forwards, landing just under the big cow's cleavage and knocking the wind out of her. She squeals, her mouth hung open as if to scream, but nothing further comes out. Her huge breasts bounce on impact, her legs kicking once or twice while suspended, and then fall limp.

"Sometimes, fuckmeat gets too eager, you know... That's why I like them dead. You get to do whatever you want to 'em." He admits.

To the mesmerized grunts of the audience Raines keeps, he makes the mechanical arms collect a strange green liquid from a syringe too big for any normal human to hold. He carefully injects the liquid into the cowgirl's tits through her puffy nipples, and she seems visibly at unrest, but doesn't wake from her unconscious state.

Within seconds, her chest and belly rumbles, her tits swelling in size from being about a DD-cup to almost a H-cup in mere minutes. Her entire front half leans forward in the arms, the machines creaking as they try to adjust for her weight.

"Here at Beaten Meats, we've perfected the formula for mass bodily growth within minutes. More meat, more flavor, right? It makes them very hungry, but we use that hunger. Train them to think cum is candy, and they eventually can't get enough of the stuff." Raines epxlains, bringing the girl down and taking a marker out of one of the packages on the storage shelves.

"Nnn..." she moans in response to him sharply smacking her across the face to wake her up. She looks down at her massive breasts and yells, grabbing them and massaging the pain out of them.

"Morning, Betty." Raines says, writing 'Lucinda Fuckmeat, Property of Raines Barrenya.' horizontally across her tits. He pats her and lets her go free. She tries to stand, then falls over and mashes her sore breasts against the ground.

"Betty...? I'm... Betty? Master, did you 'enhance' me...?" She questions, looking up at him and doing a strained push up just to crawl towards him with those heavy mounds on her chest. She places her palms on his thighs, falling forward into his crotch. Immediately upon her lips making contact with his beady wet cock tip, she moans and the purple glow in her eyes returns.



Raines takes down the laser pistol and pats the screen, the mechnanical arm raising into the ceiling with a 'beep' and a 'whirr'. He presses it to the cowgirl's head, who is currently too preoccupied with the lovely taste of pre-cum to care that it's being pressed against her head. Her sex juices are starting to drip through the damp crotch of her suit, her hand holding and grinding up against it, causing the sign she's holding with her anal muscles to jingle and shake. 

She seems completely oblivious to the gun pressed against her head, grabbing her breasts and shaking them back and forth to put on a show for her Master. Or rather, she seems to want this. She rears back, raising the heavy jugs on her chest and slamming them into Raines' crotch, grabbing them from below to counteract gravity as she shakes them up and down against his hot cock, which has now disappeared under a huge mass of titflesh. Some part of her knows she's about to be snuffed, and she begins to cry, fighting the hypnosis she grew up under with everything she had, her muscles flexing to try and disobey him if it meant a chance at her life.

"I've been good, haven't I, Master...? If I'm good, will you reward Betty?" She coos, her voice shaking. Raines pushes a button on the pistol and it makes a mechanical whining noise as it heats up. 

That  whirring sound and the overwhelming fear combining into a powerful force strong enough to snap her out of it. Her eyes return to their normal shape and color, and in that split second her heartbeat accelerates, she drops her tits and uses the massive weight of them to roll under Raines' legs, his pre-cum soaked cock dragging across the top of her head. Lucinda catches herself on her knee just behind the cat, who whirls around and grabs her by the throat, pulling her head up against his chest. Lucinda grabs his arm and begins pulling him off with impressive strength.

She begins screaming and kicking, pleading "Let me go! Let me go, please, I don't want to be fuckmeat! Please, please, Master, mrrggbgbulbll..." She gurgles, her wild kicks becoming mere twitches. Her arms fall to his sides, her hands clenching and unclenching as if in pain, then erratically slapping against his sides, before raising slightly and swinging limp completely.  The crowd of furs gasps and begins taking pictures, finally witnessing a hands-on snuffing.

Raines turns back to the gasping crowd with the laser gun to her head, a red light shining brightly against the side of her skull and then appearing to shine on the wall to the side of her. Her head droops down to the floor, the top of it smoking, blood trickling out of her nostrils and dripping over her massive breasts. 

That damp spot on the crotch of her suit visibly darkens the already black latex, Her legs naturally widening as she slumps down in his arms. Raines lets her drop to a seated position, and her body jerks upwards rapidly, before her entire upper body folds forwards and collapses between her own spread legs. 

While the clear puddle forms between her legs, Raines pushes the cowgirl forward, making it smear across the floor, her butt hoisted up in the air for him. He aims the gun carefully at the wet spot in the latex and burns a hole in the rubbery fabric, tearing away a portion of it. He lines up his cock, pressing her legs against his so she doesn't fall backwards, and pushes his tip inside her relaxed asshole. It was still tight from much inactivity, even if she couldn't clench down on him.

One of the smaller male furs, a lion with a shaved mane, came up and touched the cowgirl in the hole in her head, immediately pulling back from the heat of it. A little bit of her destroyed brain matter was charred to his fingertip, and he sucked it off. He bent down and went to put his finger in her mouth, looking up at Raines for approval. Their eyes met, and the blue cat grunts, thrusting faster into his prize and moving his attention to her tail as it brushes against her back. He leans over her and feels the heat in his crotch, he is just about to finish when suddenly-

"Warning! Warning! Containment breach in breeding pen 4!
Warning! Warning! Containment breach in breeding pen 4! All tours are to be ended and mandatory level two security lock down will be initiated!"

An alarm blares, and security dragons fly in and usher the tour outside through emergency exits. Blast shutters come down over all the see through glass sections, but the cowgirls are either corpses in the hallway or oblivious to this because of noise cancelling headphones spewing hypnotic messages into their brains.

"Sir, leave the cowgirl, please. We need to get you to safety. If you're close to cumming, I will personally jerk you off and swallow every drop." Spake the chief of security, who had a golden S badge emblazoned on his uniform.

"I already nearly died once today, my pet. I'm on a roll. As your boss, I demand you let me see this thing through." Raines commanded, touching the dragon. That familiar purple light flashed in his eyes, and by the time he fought it off, he was standing in the hallway staring at the light at the end of it, his subordinate shaking his shoulders, chanting "Sir? Sir, what are your orders? S-sir, your, uh... your... thingie. It's hard... Should I... call somebody?"
 
Chapter 5: The wolf among the sheep (Mind_Break, CBT, Asphyxiation by Cleavage, Fighting, Blood, Gutting, Spitroast, Breast Torture, Snuff, Cum_inflation, Hard_Vore, Story for Veeker, Branding, Body_Writing, Humiliation, Degradation, Bondage.)

Metal shutters close over all the windows leading to the breeding pens, leaving only one exit available. Inside the glass pen full of pregnant cows, the feral gray wolf that managed to escape earlier is sat over the stomach of a twitching, lactating mass covered in her own milk and blood. He reaches down and presses against her stomach, slicing her womb open as she chokes on her own lifeblood, her eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling.

Raines crawls in from the air vents, shuddering with his eyes closed and shaking off spiderwebs in a scared little dance. He hated bugs, but he hated things that snuffed his livestock even more. The feline furred his brow and made himself known to the wolf, the beast's ears perked up futher with each approaching step.

"That's not your property. You have to pay for the meal before you eat." He japes. The other cows look on in fear, cowering in the far corners of the pen in a big pile of breast meat.

"I came here to eat, not get lectured by an old man. You can leave in one piece or in many, but you're not moving me that easily." The wolf responds. He cranes his neck somewhat to look at Raines, knowing this will probably end in a fight.

"I was looking for a new scarecrow! You will do nicely, I think." Raines says, getting on all fours and dashing forwards, ripping out some of the astroturf as he moves.

Instinct takes the cat over in that moment. There were no worries about his suit getting dirty, no thoughts of even the welfare of the cows he was trying to protect. Just anger and murderous intent. He takes his tie off, aiming for the throat as is expected of predators like him. He leaps into the claw swipe without thinking, the feline's precious suit ruined and  torn to shreds in an instant. His opponent's claw gets caught in one of the buttons luckily, and Raines wraps his tie around the wolf's arm, pulling it behind his head and pressing both his arm and the tie around his neck. The wolf gasps in surprise and recoils, falling back into Raines' lap.

"You got a name, puppy...?" The cat coos into the wolf's ear, the big canine desperately trying to break free.

"I don't talk to strangers... I eat them!" The wolf snaps back, his voice hoarse. He keeps trying to bite Raines and only ends up getting his head pushed down further into the dirt floor. Some of the cows start to step forward, checking to see if the danger has passed.

"Cold. Dark. Edgy... I think I'll call you Corpse. My favorite thing of all time. You like that name, Corpse?" Raines half-jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Corpse was having none of it, pretending to choke out and using his other paw to saw away at the fabric, ripping the makeshift garrotte in half. Raines tumbles backwards, landing on his ass, and Corpse coughs, rubbing his neck. He reaches into the cooled off body of the dead mother cow and starts pulling her guts out of the cavity he made in her stomach, snapping off one of the bones with his teeth in a hurry.

The feline wouldn't take this lying down however, and he grabs the wolf from behind, lifting him up high into the air with a wet rip as the cow is practically lifted off the ground by the rope of her intestines still locked in Corpse's teeth. 

The wolf yelps in surprise, he was too focused on the squishing sounds of torn viscera to notice the big cat come up behind him. Raines raises the dog to about head height and slams his crotch down onto one knee, dropping the dog to the grass. Corpse grabbed his sack, massaging his own sheath to quell the sudden sharp pain of getting ballbusted. His entire cock was in that sack! Probably the worst part was...

It felt... almost... nice? No, it was just the massaging. It had to be.

Raines didn't stop his relentless attacks, however, kicking the downed dog with his claws out, vicious stabs into his underbelly. Blood started to pour onto the grass, from both of them. Corpse yelled out in pain, rolling onto his side, then took a sharp kick down a small decline. He staggers to his feet, his hind leg in severe pain from the cuts and bruises. 

Raines stands over him like the dom he is, grabbing the canine by both of his hind legs and pressing his foot to the back of his sack. Corpse starts scratching at the ground, trying to dig his claws into the ground, instead just digging up a dust cloud.

"Submit." Raines said, delivering a sharp kick into the canine's balls. Those digging claws immediately drag up and start making a shallow cover for his crotch.

"I said submit." Another kick. The wolf coughs, feeling nauseous. He whimpers and drags his face in the ground. He still stays silent, refusing to admit he was beaten. He lays there panting, still trying to cover himself up... cover his erection. However, Raines stops kicking soon enough and just lifts the dog up.

 Corpse was too tired to even cover himself any more, just staring blankly at the ground and panting. His vision blurred, and he was twitching in the cat's paws. He still fought to hold on to consciousness, raising a paw every so often for weak swipes at the panting cat.

"...Bessiiiiiiiie~" Raines called, as one would call a suckling pig. "Heeeeere~ Bess-bess-bess-bess! C'mere, girl!"

Shuffling out of the mass of cows comes a massive behemoth cowgirl. She was about twice as big as the others were in every proportion. She had the same fearful look on her face they all did, since this wolf had cow blood on its fangs. Her master's orders were more important than anything, though, and she stopped at his feet and bowed before him.

"Milkies, Bessie! Gimme milkies for cock!" Raines commands, and Bessie nods understandingly. She holds her gigantic hyper breasts up, the puffy nipples lactating already. Each tit was the size of half that feral wolf's body, for comparison's sake. 



"Bessie was our first ever cowgirl. We pumped up the growth and hypnosis a bit... too much. She's not safe for consumption, but for breeding...? Well, there's a reason every slut here is named Fuckmeat. Hey, Corpse. Ever wonder what happens when you shove something too big in a tight space?" Raines says with sadistic passion. The wolf doesn't even have time to respond before his face is shoved in between the huge mammaries.

 It was hot and sticky and smelled and tasted of milk residue... and semen. Corpse kicked at Bessie and tried to pull his head free, but Bessie held her breasts together, suffocating the wolf between them. He made muffled screams and squeals, kicking at Raines' paws, and the cat didn't take lightly to being clawed at. He grabbed the wolf around the waist and pressed his face deeper in, watching the wolf try and claw at his pet cowgirl to no avail. Bessie's cowhide was so thick, the wolf's claws got stuck in them, and he only managed to purge a single drop of blood from her before the claustrophobic panic set in.

Corpse was slowly becoming his namesake, panting heavily as he felt the walls close in around him. It was dark, and he was scared. His heart began to race, his oxygen running out. He didn't even know the exact moment when his fear turned to a placid dream, he just felt as if the lights in the corners of his eyes were spinning, and then... warmth. His crotch felt so warm... He felt himself slipping...

Corpse awoke strapped into a table, his arms and legs spread as wide as they could. Several cowgirls were lined up, observing him and mooing amongst themselves. Raines is sitting atop them, surfing the crowd and sitting atop one of their heads.

"Ah, you're awake. Good. Don't even worry about submitting any more. Your mind doesn't matter to me... Thanks to you, I'm going to have to use Wednesday early. Good news, though!"

Raines takes up a whip and cracks it, the other cows dropping him and huddling up in fear of it.

"You're going to be temporarily renamed to Wednesday." He says with the most evil grin in his eyes. One flick of the wrist later, and the whip comes crashing down over the wolf's leg. He screams out in pain, at which point the feline takes initiative and pushes a claw directly in between his teeth and into his throat. He chokes behind tears, squirming in his bonds.
The cat slowly approaches, pressing his body up against his pet dog's, his cock between the trapped pup's legs. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, and he squirmed harder, every part of him telling him to run, find a way out of this.

Raines' right arm grabs what appears to be the lever that controls the table and pulls it out of the floor, the long stick making a sharp mechanical whine that echoes throughout the room. Some of the closer cowgirls cover their ears, shuffling out of the large dungeon door as the aqua blue feline glares at them. Corpse turns his head to the stick in the cat's hands, the tip of which is glowing red, and then white hot at the tip.

"I don't want to have to misspell your name. Stay still, my little pet." Raines says, the smile on his face officially growing into something truly wicked. His left paw presses down over the dog's jaw, much to his protest. He kept shaking his head and trying to scream for help, which was only intensified when the electric cattle prod pen burned his skin black. 

"Let's see here. 'Property of... Raines B. If lost... return to Beaten Meats Ranch...' Hey. Stay awake, I want you to feel every second of this." Raines wrote his name in the dog's belly fur. Each letter written out made the wolf shake and convulse violently. After the third, he blacked out, his yowls turning into pained whimpers. 

By the end of the second sentence, Corpse's vision was fading. He felt as though he was dying, taking every savory breath in stride. His head fell off to the side, and he was too exhausted to even put his tongue back in his slack mouth. He was panting like the feral dog he was. Raines picks his head up, forcing a labored grunt out of his mouth, and places his crotch over his face.

"You ruined my orgasm with your little antics... You may be fighting for your life right now... may not even hear me. But I think the best way to keep your life... is to become a Corpse." Raines says, a couple of drops of pre-cum slowly dripping onto the wolf's face. He leans his head up somewhat in understanding and begins licking the tip of it, feeling so exhausted.


He just wanted this to be over... His eyes danced in his head, and the rhythmic licking slowed to a stop. Corpse's head turned to the side and slumped back into the table with a  small 'thunk'. He passed out there for some time, and Raines decided to let him rest while he set up the next part of the torture.

Corpse was dreaming about a life under Raines' legs. Everywhere he went in this dream, he couldn't lift his head up more than an inch lest his vision be obscured by a furry blue scrotum over his face. Every part of this seemed so vivid, the smell and the taste of that cock left on his tongue. Suddenly, the cat turns around and points the tip of that cock over his face, squirting his seed all over the top of the wolf's head. He began happily licking at it, even if it didn't make sense. It now felt right for him to do that. Mostly right, a little wet. 

The reasoning behind Corpse's wetness was apparent as soon as his eyes weakly fluttered open. There was a tube in his face squirting bovine semen over the top of his head. That explained the smell and taste, at least.

"Finally awake, huh? Well, it's time to feed you. Open up, pet." The feline commands.

"W-wait, I-" Corpse begins, before the tube is shoved directly into his mouth at the first opportunity that presents itself.

There's an audible 'click' and a slight thrumming as cum starts to fill the wolf's mouth at a pace too fast for him to swallow. He coughs and sputters, his legs kicking- his legs kicking? He places a paw on the tube, an unbound paw. Raines watches from the side, and their eyes meet as cum drips down out of his mouth. Corpse immediately freezes up with fear, then realizes he can run and arches his back to get up.

In that instant, Raines' disappointed look turns to an annoyed glare, and he stands over top of the defeated wolf, grabbing the tube in his paw and shoving it down the wolf's throat deep enough to make a visible bulge in it, made even bigger when he swallows. Corpse begins pawing at Raines weakly, before slowly adjusting to the feeding tube and whimpering. He blinks at the cat, who blinks back, an entire conversation had with no words. Suddenly, his paws stay still against the cat's chest, and he meekly swallows what he's given.

"You're ready. Don't mess up and you'll earn your keep, okay? I've always wanted a sheepdog. Sheepwolf. Want a treat, boy?"

The wolf nods in response, smelling it out before Raines even reveals it. The aroma of this 'treat' wafts into the room. Three cowgirls, the source of the beautiful stench, march into the room, two of which are carrying the third. Jocelyn is notably one of the ones carrying, but the other two are new faces. The cowgirl being carried has her breasts attached to a grill, steaming hot. The new face carrying her has gold piercings through her breasts, shaped like the name 'Amy'. Some of the coals dropped to the floor and sizzled, glowing red. 

"State your name, treat." Raines says, being handed a spit from Jocelyn. He stuffs it between the cow's breasts and presses it into the hot coals, the other girls immediately dropping her to the floor and moving behind her to push their fingers into her holes. A mix of extreme pain and pleasure flow over her face, her hips wiggling back into her playmate's fingers.

"Ah... I... I'm- mmm! I'm...!" The cow stutters, before Raines slams his fist down on her huge breasts to get her to speak faster. The sudden kneading of her breasts was enough to send her over the edge, however, and she came hard, knees buckling and eyes rolled back into her head. Milk shot out of her tits, spraying Corpse in the face. He cutely tried to lap at it with his tongue, trying to get the semen taste out of his mouth. He lowered his paws at the show, gently stroking the growing mass between his legs.

"I'm cumming...!" She finally admits, to which her name was changed on the spot for the last hour of her life.

"Well, miss Cumming Fuckmeat. Why are you here?" Raines says, pressing her breast meat further down onto the hot grill. She squeals.

"I-... I-hah! M-my purpose... Feed... I'm food! I'm just a worthless sack of fuckmeat! I hope I please master Corpse...! Please...!" She moans, staring at the wolf longingly. She doesn't pay any attention to the red-tipped spear lined up to her asshole. She even bends over for it, subconsciously trained to want this. Raines and Amy step back with the spit, readying it, and after swatting her hand off his cock, Raines charges forwards and jabs the cowgirl through and through with it. She gasps, her eyes widening. She looks down with slow, twitchy movements at the origin of the new dripping and sizzling sound coming from beneath her. 

The tip of the spit, still warm, is revealed, jutting out just between her cleavage. It drips with blood, more so from the hole it pushed through her when she tries to touch it. Her breathing immediately becomes shallow, and her knees give out, her entire weight being supported by the spit tearing through her asshole. Raines pushes forward, causing more of it to jut out of her chest, and he pushes her forward and right up against the wolf's face. She opens her mouth to try and say something to him, but she just coughs, blood trickling from her lips.

"Got her in the lung, huh? Well, she doesn't need them anymore. Go on, eat your treat boy." Raines says with a sigh, putting his footpaw up against his pet's distended belly. 

The tube pumping semen into his inflated stomach is pulled out sharply and replaced with the grilled breast meat. Cumming is lifted up and laid down over Corpse, the irony of which makes a necrophiliac like their feline master laugh hard. He starts pumping the spit up and down, forcing her hips to grind against his cock and her warm breasts to jiggle in his mouth. It was betraying him all this time, his erection for this random slutty cowgirl something he didn't usually feel for any of the things he called food. 
He tried to ignore it by biting down hard and pulling off a chunk of her roasted flesh, causing her to make a bloody squeak. She raises an arm weakly and grabs that breast, holding it steady so he can take more bites out of her. The pleasurable pain of getting her breasts eaten is a welcome distraction from a spear through her lung. She starts grinding up against his erection, which calls Raines' attention to it. He nods at Jocelyn, who climbs up by the wolf's face and places her crotch in both Cumming and Corpse's faces.

"That's your new job, Corpse. If you're gonna eat cow meat all day, you're gonna have to earn your keep. So, you're in charge of cleaning all my cowgirls' crotches after their daily breeding... with your tongue."

The wolf was too broken and exhausted and... a bit too afraid of Raines to object. He leans his neck up, lapping at the cow cunt while Jocelyn grinds on his face. His member starts to twitch, drawing the cat's attention further to it. He grabs onto Corpse's cock and begins stroking up and down, softly at first, growing gradually more rapid the longer his tight grip closes on it. Cumming starts to cough and shake somewhat, her vision unsteady. She looks down into the wolf's eyes and smiles, gently laying her head onto the table next to him. Her eyes open and stare into his, and with one final bloody cough, she just stares forward at him, drooling onto the table. 

Corpse groans and arches his back under the dead weight of the cowgirl, shooting his seed all over her freshly expired crotch. His paws wrap around her sides, squeezing another little squeak out of her dead lips, and she immediately starts washing his cock off with her piss, urinating over his cock tip and Raines' paw. The cat lets go, the change in pressure letting the wolf shoot out one last spurt of seed, mixing their fluids together.

"You can keep her, if you want. Welcome to Beaten Meats, Corpse. Hopefully you do well at your job..." Raines coos, calling Jocelyn and Amy to his side to escort him out of the room. Corpse sits up with his new sex toy, looking between her and the door, then lifting her cooling body up and taking another bite out of her tits. He thinks about it, looking at the tube still squirting cum onto his leg... and then puts it in his mouth and suckles on it, cuddling up to the corpse of Cumming Fuckmeat so she doesn't become cold. This wasn't the worst way to spend his life... so long as he did things right.