[b][u][center]Stream of Horrors 3 Cowed by Her Captors For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Chan had heard stories of mysterious people that kidnapped others for the sake of money. For entertainment and sex, too, but always coming back to the point of money. Her home country of Cambodia had an unfortunate number of people – locals and westerners – that profited off the backs of pretty young men and women, if they could be caught on their lonesome. She groaned as she hung from the chains in the middle of the room, seeing the blinking red lights of cameras all around her, embedded in the walls, the ceiling, even the floor beneath her feet. The young woman swung around almost on tiptoe, her weight mostly supported in her wrists and shoulders, barely any of it allowed to rest on her toes by the way that she was held in the chains. Chan shivered, the cold air in the room forcing her nipples hard. Were the people that had started this whole thing trying to make her look like she enjoyed this? It was impossible to know. The only people that she’d seen were silhouettes up in the distance, well above the rest of the cameras that lined the circular, dome-like room that she was kept in. They had to be watching her, had to be keeping an eye on her to make sure that she didn’t do anything stupid. Not that she could think of anything to do. She might have swung her arms around, seeing if she could cut her wrists on the handcuffs that held her up, but they were too well-padded for that, soft and leathery rather than the solid metal that might give her a quick release. [i]They know what they’re doing, that’s for sure…[/i] Shaking her head again, Chan took a few deep breaths. She had been a working girl in a bar, someone that had occasionally taken a bit of money for a bit of ‘fun’ out back, but never so far as to be fucked between her legs. It had never been more than a blowjob, never been enough to get her in trouble with anyone. She hadn’t done enough to build up a reputation, unlike some of the older girls there that would go back and let themselves get fucked for hours rather than serve drinks. Never was too keen on them as coworkers, but she would love some advice from them right at the moment. Her arms were really starting to hurt. Beep, beep. The cameras beeped around her, and the blinking red lights went solid. A couple of lights turned on from different locations around her, shining down and illuminating her browned skin. She turned her head into her arm, trying to hide her face, but she could feel the warmth of the lights on her, knowing that every inch of her body was shown off from all possible angles. “[i]As you can see,[/i]” a voice said over an intercom. A male voice, too, from the sound of it. “[i]We have for you tonight a Cambodian girl. No more than eighteen, from the testing we’ve done and the numbers on her ID. We tried for someone a little younger, but parents are becoming more and more controlling these days. We’ll have to settle for someone that can pass as jail-bait rather than actually being it tonight.[/i]” So, not just sex-traders, but people that dealt with children? She was in worse hands than she thought. The voice continued. “[i]To make up for it, we are going to put her through the most intense orgasmic breaking that we’ve been able to put together. My assistant already has the serums ready, and will be applying them momentarily. We hope that you enjoy the show. All tips will be sent to the appropriately appreciative accounts. Thank you.[/i]” The intercom clicked off, likely more for her benefit than for the people that were listening in. Chan shivered as she tried to think of what this would mean for her, and what she had to look forward to. Orgasmic breaking. That could go one of two ways, as far as she understood it. Either she would be given orgasms until breaking, or her breaking would be particularly orgasmic to those that were on the other ends of the camera. Considering what sort of place this seemed to be, she was pretty sure which of the two was more accurate. Still shivering, feeling the chills running up and down her spine despite the heat of the lights around her, Chan was on the verge of screaming to be let out when a door opened at the side of the room. She turned her head, then gasped. A feminine…creature, for lack of a better word, stepped out through the door. It wheeled a tray of various needles in front of it, but her attention was all on the individual, with no thought left for the actual things that it carried. It wasn’t human. It was so far from human that she tried to step away, tried to tiptoe backwards as the creature came closer. Fox-like, the female wore nothing but fur, black and white in a tuxedo-style pattern, and she seemed to flaunt her naked body as if everyone would want to look at something like that. Her large breasts and wide hips swayed with every step she took, and she licked her lips, tongue flicking over fangs that shimmered in the light. “Well, well, look at you…barely even looking like a woman,” the fox thing said. “My brother picked out a proper serum for you, I think…no girl could ever be happy with some tiny titties as these.” SMACK! Chan yelped as the vixen slapped her across the chest, claws raking red lines across her flesh. Another slap sent her modest breasts the other way, slapping across her chest before falling flat again. “Nnngh…Please. Just…just let me go…” “No chance of that, human,” the vixen said, chuckling. “You’ve seen us now. And besides, all those buyers are looking to see you get fucked up. No way are we backing out on that.” “Please. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here!” Chan’s arms were shaking as she tried to pull them free again, hysteria sinking its claws into her despite her best efforts. She was crying, she knew that much, and she couldn’t stop herself. There was nothing that she could do to keep from losing her mind to the fear. CRACK! Except to be slapped by the other woman. She gasped as her mind was brought back to the moment at hand, her eyes focusing on the fox in front of her, and the needles in her other hand. “You think that you are going to get out of here by crying? That’s funny…that’s what all of them think.” Shivering at the implications, the young woman turned her head away, closing her eyes tight. The fact that her naked body was probably being seen by hundreds of people right now didn’t do anything to make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel all the more humiliated. “What…what are you going to…to do to me?” she whispered. “Heh, do you really want to know? Some of them prefer the surprise,” the vixen said. “The horrors building in the mind are half the fun, after all.” “You’re cruel.” “It pays me to be cruel.” The vixen grabbed her by the tit, pulling her breast up as much as the small thing could go. The cold kept her nipples hard, despite the warmth of the lights above her, and she shivered as the beast woman rubbed at it, flicking a thumb back and forth over the little nub, teasing it, making it get harder and stiffer. “Hehehe, how’s this feel, hmm? I imagine that someone like you will be getting quite a kick out of this.” “Mmmph…not…not that kind…of girl…” But she was enjoying the play, despite not wanting to. Her body was starting to warm up in a different way, little bits of fluid starting to slip from her sex down her legs, and she shivered as she realized that she was getting wet for a monster…getting wet for the cameras… The vixen must have smelled it or something, because she chuckled, reaching down and grabbing Chan by the ankle. The young woman gasped, shaking her head as her leg was lifted, her pussy shown off to all the cameras at her side. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever as she was exposed, and she struggled weakly, trying to pull her leg back. Not that the vixen gave her a chance to do that in the slightest. She was completely restrained, her leg barely able to flex as the vixen turned her about, showing off her damp slit to the cameras from several different angles. “I bet the cameras under your feet are getting quite the show,” she said, shaking her head. “But that’s no good for the moment. No more standing. We need you to be swinging about, now.” The needles were put back on the tray, and the vixen let her go. She disappeared from the room, walking back out, and for a few precious seconds, Chan was alone again, able to catch her breath and try and recover from that teasing. [i]What do they want from me?[/i] she wondered, trying to figure it out. [i]Do they just want to…to fuck me? To show me off?[/i] A big part of her fear was that she didn’t know if she would be left alive at the end of this. Some of the people that did the kidnapping killed their performers at the end, not wanting to have loose ends and not wanting to take care of them in the long term. Others kept them alive, not in good conditions, but alive. Chan hoped for the latter. She really did. Eventually, the vixen came back, carrying two more sets of chains. They were attached to the human’s ankles, the lengths of metal pulled off to the side, hooked to part of the ceiling and pulled tight. Suddenly, all the weight was pulled evenly across her limbs, forcing her to feel the strain in her hips and ankles and knees as well as in her wrists, elbows, and shoulders. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was more even. She groaned, gritting her teeth as she started to swing around, back and forth and side to side depending on how she squirmed in the chains that held her. Every movement shifted the weight and the pain from the chains, too, making it more and more uncomfortable as time went on. Then, the vixen was back, and she brought her needles with her. “Heh, we have a few injections to make. One in your belly, two in your chest, and one in your ass. I think you know that this is going to hurt.” “Please…” It was all she could think to say. Please. Please. Please. Please let her go, please don’t do this. Please don’t let this happen. All of those things, encapsulated into a single word. But it was useless, completely useless, on this sadist of a beast. The first injection was a sharp pain right through her belly button, the needle going in through that and into her stomach. She gasped, her eyes going wide, and the sudden expansion down there made the needle go even deeper, stabbing her depths. “NNNNGH! Take it out, take it out!” “I wouldn’t squirm if I were you…” The vixen was plunging something into her guts, pushing something down the needle and into her stomach. She didn’t know what it was, only that it felt warm when it got to its destination. The pain was there, too, flexing in her stomach, pulling and clenching and heating up further and further with each cc of whatever it was that she was getting pumped full of. When the needle was finally withdrawn, she slumped down, panting, shivering. She half-expected to see blood pouring from her belly button afterwards, to see her gut slashed up, but there was nothing. Not even a little red dot falling to the floor. The next injection, however, was worse. “NNNGH!” The sudden heat of a needle passing through her nipple and into her breast was not anything she had experienced before. There had been the one time where someone had convinced her to try and get a nipple piercing, but that was a long time ago and long healed. Even that was nothing like this. “NNNGH! It’s hot! It’s hot!” She couldn’t wiggle, not without shredding her nipple and breasts apart, but the feeling of that sharp point inside of her and the building heat of the injection made her want to. It hurt, made her feel like her breasts were bloating. The other injection through the other nipple was just as bad, and by the time that the needles were finally removed, she felt like her breasts had bloated to twice their size, if not further. It hurt, it burned, and it made her feel like someone had just injected some hot cream into her chest rather than anything else. She whimpered, shaking her head, lowering her eyes to the ground again. The feeling of the vixen’s claws on her body didn’t make it better, particularly as she felt them rubbing along her ass cheeks. Her flat ass, at the moment, something that she had hoped to keep to avoid the eyes of some of the bigger pervs back at home. But no, the needle was already rubbing along the crack between them, finally settling on – “Mmmph!” It wasn’t as bad as either of the other two, the feeling of the needle settling into her rim, but it was still not comfortable. She groaned, her toes curling as she focused more on the pain in her chest than the pain her ass. Nevertheless, she felt the swelling of her pucker, the slight raising of it, the way that it pushed out from between her ass cheeks in a way that it wasn’t supposed to. The sensation was… Different. That was all she could think of to describe it. Different, puffy, hot, like it was showing itself off rather than being hidden like a proper foul thing. The vixen chuckled, putting the used needles back on the tray before coming around her again. “That should do. The serums will kick in any second, so get ready for some…fun.” “What kind of – what are you talking about?” “You’ll see, you little cow.” “C-Cow?” The vixen left her, leaving her hanging in the middle of the room. Her stiff nipples pushed down, seeming to swell from the injection, and she swore that her ass still felt puffy compared to the way that it normally felt. It was so strange, and so wrong. Chan hung there for at least five minutes before anything different seemed to happen. She was just trying to adjust to the feeling of the heat in her chest, belly, and butt, just trying to get used to the weird feeling of being restrained like this, when it hit her. “NNNGH!” She yelped as she felt the weight in her chest suddenly increase, her breasts pushing forward. No, not pushing, [i]falling[/i] forward, suddenly growing from the inside. The young woman stared, gasping for breath as her breasts started growing bigger, and bigger, as if someone had grabbed her nipples and started pulling them out of her chest. They had been barely more than an A cup at first, but now they were at least a high B, no, a C, pulled forward so far that it ached as they filled up again. That hot, creamy feeling inside of the breasts was getting hotter, too, and heavier, almost like her breasts were being filled with liquid rather than with tissue. Another yelp was yanked from her mouth as they grew again, sloshing on the inside, filling out, falling lower, sagging under their own massive weight. Cs became Ds, DDs, and then up to the Es. They were getting bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier, her back starting to ache with the strain of trying to stay even vaguely upright. Even as they grew, the heat in her belly started to throb, getting stronger, getting more painful. She felt something…something itchy, something thick pushing out from her stomach, then out from her sides, and her arms. Chan turned to see what it was, and…she screamed. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” The black and white patterns of a dairy cow could be seen spreading along her arms and sides and everywhere else she could look. Fur, thick and itchy and all so wrong was sprouting from her skin, pushing through and taking the place of what body hair she had. She screamed again and again, throwing herself from side to side and making her breasts swing all over the place. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” Her screams went unanswered, and her body kept changing. Her breasts were bigger than any woman that she had ever seen in her home country, even bigger than those that got them enhanced in the surgeon’s office. They had to be hanging down almost to her belly by now, fat and thick and impossibly large. Her nipples were swelling, too, growing big and fat, more like teats than nipples. And along her belly, four little bumps were becoming like teats, as well. [i]Udders! They’re giving me…udders![/i] The new ones were coming just below her stomach, just along her waist and the bottom of her belly. They were already as big as her breasts had been before, and they were getting bigger, swelling into a pink bubble of sorts with thick, dangling things that were just begging to be milked. She screamed, shaking her head, trying to free herself, but all that did was make everything swing around, remind her of the weight that was behind them. And that, in turn, only seemed to turn her on. Her pussy was already forced wet by the bondage and the way that the vixen had been treating her, and the swinging, hefty weight of her breasts and udder seemed to force more pleasure through her body, new nerves enjoying the tugging and twisting and the flinging, the cold air passing over nipples and teats alike somehow pleasurable to the cow-body that she was getting. She screamed, biting her lips in mixed pleasure and fear, feeling them grow and feeling her pussy get wetter, and wetter, and wetter. [i]Why is it feeling…good?![/i] Her hips were growing, and so were her shoulders, giving her the thick-bodied, thick-framed sort of look that all cows had in the wild. It was impossible for her to believe that this was happening, but the evidence was right there, from the darkening of her fingernails and the tips of her fingers to the cracking feeling of her feet changing, going from feet to…to hooves. She couldn’t look over her shoulder to see that, for which she was grateful, but there was so much more going on. Her transformation was breaking her, the fur spreading along her body, the udder growing in, her breasts still growing. She could feel her spine cracking at the base, growing longer and forming a tail over her growing ass, and she could feel that her face was starting to crack, too, starting to push forward to form the start of a muzzle as her ears started growing up along the sides of her head. [i]No, no, no![/i] She couldn’t even scream anymore. She was mooing more than anything else, her body wracked with a strange mix of pleasure, pain, need, and… And a sense of fullness, a fullness that was spreading from her breasts to her udder, all the way back to her ass. She clenched as she felt the solidness back there, the mess that was inside of her that was slowly growing bigger between her swelling ass cheeks. [i]Oh god, oh god no. Don’t make me do that on camera. Don’t make me do that![/i] Chan screamed, wailing wordlessly as she looked up at the camera, tears streaming down her face as her pussy juice streamed down from between her legs. It was a pair of waterfalls, both ends of her body wailing and weeping for different reasons. She tried to pull herself together, tried to clench down, but something was going wrong. Her face was pushing forward, cracking, giving every reason for her to be in pain, but instead, she was in pleasure. Her pussy was clenching down on nothing, a heat inside of her that begged to be filled, and her puffy ass was begging to push something out, to empty itself of the mess that had been built up somehow. [i]No, no, no![/i] She tensed every muscle that she had, trying to hold everything inside, but she could feel the weight pulling at every part of her. She was no longer human, no longer the girl that had been kidnapped. What had been a human had been turned into a suspended cow girl, gasping for breath, little horns popping out of her head, hidden in her hair. Her breasts hung down, her nipples swollen, in pain and desperate to push out the milk that she held. She tried to ignore it, wanting to keep her dignity, wanting to keep something, but… But… There was nothing she could do. The pressure hit a breaking point, and had to be released. “Moooooooooooooo!” She mooed at the top of her lungs as both her tits suddenly started lactating, the slow pressure release of her cream through her nipples feeling like a weird sort of semi-orgasm. It rippled through her, breaking down her mind, almost like she was getting her thoughts milk-fucked right out of her. Drip, drip, drip. It was like the feeling she’d gotten when she’d fingered herself in the past, the dripping of the milk like her finger grazing over her g-spot on the way out of her body. It was so powerful, so strong, that she didn’t know how to handle it. It was always going out, though, never going in. Always going out, building up, adding to that pleasure bit by bit by bit, making her shake, making her shiver as she felt the mess in her ass edging towards her hole. [i]No, no please![/i] she begged her body, but the tremors were making it harder and harder to hold it. She felt her hole stretching, opening up a bit, then closing. Opening, closing, a clump of mess trying to turtle its way out of her hole, a bit of filth trying to poke its way free. Chan pulled her tail down, trying to hold it in that way, but the cow instincts told her to keep it up, forcing her to expose her ass. The cameras had to be looking right at it as her pussy continued to drool, her juices running over her clit like some erotic form of water torture. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she shook from head to hoof, her vision going spotty and almost dark at the way that the pleasure was holding her right over the edge of orgasm. Another tremor, another drip-drip of her milk to the floor. Her ass puckered, and she gasped as she felt a hint of the massive load inside trying to push out. She could feel it poking out of her ass, the end of the giant turd almost pushing free of her. Chan whimpered, trying to suck it back into her ass, and barely managed it. “[i]It seems that our subject is trying to hold onto both her humanity and her dignity. It is impossible, of course. Her serums are pushing her to her limits, and it won’t be long before she loses both. That mess is all that’s left of what she once was. As soon as it goes out, she will be nothing but a dumb, horny little beast.[/i]” The voice on the intercom chilled her, but at the same time – Chan arched her back, feeling her mouth hanging open further, drooling like a bitch, her tears fading as her need rose higher, and higher, and higher. The pleasure that was building up from her own juices running down her pussy, the way that the dump of shit in her ass was pushing in and out of her hole, almost like it was fucking her in reverse, the way that her nipples were constantly drooling milk – “MMMPH!” She bit back another moan as she felt her udder get in on the action, so swollen with milk that it had push out on its own, the relief of it draining pushing her further, and further, until – “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” She screamed as she went over the edge, the pleasurable wave slamming into her with all the force of a freight train. She almost collapsed from her restraints, falling into them so hard that she felt like she might have dislocated an arm or a leg. Her entire body finally went limp. And of course, that meant that her control over her ass just disappeared. The first lump of shit went flying out of her like she’d been squeezed like a dispenser tube, a log of brown flying through the air and settling on one of the cameras. The next was under more pressure, bigger and heavier, forcing her ass to burn and stretch to allow the big fat lump of brown to come free. She whimpered, moaned, whimpered again – “Ooooooh!” Only to moan as it came popping free, rolling down her pussy on the way to the ground, plopping wetly there in a hardened coil. More and more poured out, her hole going embarrassingly filthy as she fouled herself, her mess popping down in more and more liquid form rather than the harder stuff that had been near the end of her hole. She gasped for breath, then whimper-yelped as she felt a sudden slurry of it pushing out. More, more, more…fouling herself…like an animal…like a girl with no control at all… She could feel the steam coming up from it, could barely see the brown pile between her breasts as she looked down to the floor between her legs. Shame was barely there, only a blissed-out grin on her face from the sense of relief that it gave her. “[i]We are going to take a small break to clean that up and set her up for the remainder of her breaking. Please stand by.[/i]” # Five minutes later, the floor was clean, and Chan was hooked up to the most pleasurable set of vibrators that she had ever seen. It was also the greatest torture that she had ever gone through, even though she smiled through every second of it. “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-too much! It’s too much!” she screamed The vibrators buzzed relentlessly in milking sleeves that bobbed up and down along her udders, and the hitachi wands against her nipples and breasts had her whole chest vibrating, forcing her to cum again and again with only what they were doing to her boobs and udder. She’d had four orgasms in less than a minute, and was a screaming wreck as her juices ran down her legs, puddling under her hooves on the floor. Her thick ass clenched, clapping against itself as she strained to hold herself back from a fifth orgasm, completely uselessly. Another scream ripped past her lips as she came on the vibrator deep in her cunt, the thrusting rod from the machine down below power-fucking her as she was forced to stay upright again. She stood in a huge puddle of milk and her own fem-juices, whimpering, shaking, almost falling again and again. “Please, please! I ca-a-a-a-an’t take iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Another orgasm, ripping through her, ripping through her mind, carrying away more thoughts as the cow-girl stood there, her body wracked with the bliss that she had never felt, never imagined in her life. Orgasmic breaking. She was starting to understand it now. Starting to get where it came from as a concept. The pleasure was too strong to resist. Far too strong. She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t not cum. And it ripped through her in a way that pain wouldn’t. That humiliation wouldn’t. It made it too good, too addictive to just keep – “NNNGAAAAAAAAH!” Another scream, another mooing moan that was ripped from her muzzle as she was made to cum again, her pussy clenching down so hard that the toy almost was ripped off its thrusting rod inside of her. Almost. It was too strong for that. She drooled down her massive breasts as she hung there in the middle of the room, her knees shaking, her lips slowly turning up in a stupid grin. She was giggling inside her head, feeling the pleasure mounting towards another orgasm, another blast of pleasure and need that would break her down even further. Even though she knew what would happen, she didn’t care. She wanted the next one. Needed it. She leaned into the vibrators – “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Another orgasm, this time complete with a splatter of milk and who knew what else along the vibrators. She heard the voice above her, heard some comments that it was making, but it was impossible for her to really understand it anymore. She was losing more and more of her intelligence as the orgasms ripped through her again and again. Orgasmic breaking. It was the pleasure that broke the brain, not the humiliation, or the pain, or the degradation of being made to shit oneself. It was the pleasure. The forced reward of so many chemicals overwhelming the brain again and again, leaving her dumb and eager to be bred over and over again for that same bliss. It was an addiction, and one that could not be escaped from. Not in the way that anybody else offered. She slumped down, unable to hold herself up, feeling the toy going further into her than ever before. She encouraged it, letting it fuck her womb despite the pain of penetration, her asshole flexing in a weak imitation of the shitting herself that she had done earlier. She knew that she’d be barely able to hold back in future, even with the plug that one of the foxes had shoved inside of her. That was fine. She…she kinda liked it. Another orgasm, then another, then another broke her, her eyes barely open as she grinned like an idiot for the cameras. Chan moaned and mooed in equal measure, allowing her body to be abused as much as the foxes wanted. She was a toy, after all. A camera toy. A camera whore. Who cared what happened to her? She was meat, meat for fucking, meat for milking. The machine finally gave up the ghost beneath her, and without the constant thrusts to push her back up, she wasn’t really able to keep on her feet. She collapsed, falling down to her knees, and then slumping forward as her own weight carried her off her feet. The only thing keeping her from completely faceplanting were the chains around her wrists. “[i]Well. It seems that our subject has worn out the machine. Assistant, go down there and remove her. We will see if she will be of any use in a future show.[/i]” A future show. So she wasn’t going to die. That was something. Was it a good something, though? Didn’t know. Too hard to think. Thinking bad. Better to cum. She did cum, again, squeezing weakly on the toy and mooing softly as she drooled more milk all over the floor. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]