Cow
A beautiful naked woman looked at herself in a full-length mirror. What she saw could have flattered many. At 32, she looked 25. Delicate facial features, expressive blue eyes, a mane of surprisingly thick honey-colored hair. Long slender legs, a somewhat wide pelvis transitioning into a narrow waist, large heavy breasts had sagged a bit but could still, even without a bra, elicit a moan of delight from men. The picture was slightly marred by stretch marks on her stomach. And in just half an hour, this beautiful, seductive body would cease to be a woman's.
Her whole life flashed before her: In childhood, Lena was a very beautiful and gifted child. She grew tall early, started being interested in boys early, and her talent for painting and sculpting revealed itself early. She was always distinguished by an unusual view of the world, and also by a strange, dual attitude towards pain not typical of other children; like any normal person, she feared pain, and yet at the same time, pain attracted her—she liked inflicting small cuts on herself, scratching wounds. Perhaps she even agreed to marry her husband, even though there were younger, more interesting, and richer candidates around, precisely because during their first meeting, in response to a sharp remark, he twisted her arms and mercilessly whipped the arrogant beauty in front of everyone. Later it turned out that he was ready to dote on his beloved wife, carry her in his arms, fulfill any whim. The more her husband spoiled the woman, the more demanding and capricious she became, the more often she cheated on him. Two pregnancies, and caring for her little daughters, instead of cooling her down, only inflamed her temperament. Her husband spent more and more on sexual performance enhancers to prove his manhood, swallowing Viagra by the handful. His heart couldn't withstand such strain, and at 26, Lena became a widow.
No less pain than when he branded his mark on her right thigh. Every glance from the Master was happiness for her, to feel the Master's member in her ass or mouth (a bitch is unworthy of vaginal intercourse) was the greatest reward. The blows of the whip were sweeter than any caress. The Master loved watching his bitch satisfy his friends. Once he brought a platoon of young soldiers who over a week rubbed her vagina and anus raw until they bled. And all of this excited her and she liked it. And what excited her most was the happiness of serving the Master. He often lent her to friends, once gave her away for 4 months. Lena suffered terribly, not seeing her master for so long. The most painful thing for her was parting with her daughters. The Master gifted the younger one to his African partner, and the older one, a rebellious girl who refused to be a slave, he sent to some exotic brothel. As if in gratitude for her obedience, the Master announced that in the near future he wouldn't give her to anyone and wanted Lena to bear a child for him. Her rosy dreams of feeling her beloved inside her vagina did not come true: Artificial insemination. 29 is a normal age for pregnancy. But carrying 5 twins couldn't be easy. It was even harder, in accordance with the Master's strict requirements, to perform a complex daily set of physical exercises to maintain her figure. Despite fears, the children were born healthy. Though she only got to breastfeed them once; after that, milk was pumped out by a special machine. The postpartum recovery procedures, devised with rare sadism, exhausted Lena, and yet the woman joyfully agreed when the Master asked if she wanted to bear for him again. This time she spent three months in the medical unit, all entangled with tubes supplying some fluids into her body. Lena had never known such a pregnancy.
Her whole body ached and hurt, she was constantly dizzy, every movement caused pain. Even after leaving the medical room, the woman spent most of the day under an IV drip. Even compared to the 5 infants, her belly grew very quickly. So quickly that after just 4 months she couldn't walk, not even lie on her back. Nevertheless, under the gaze of his steely, stern eyes, she forced herself to perform all the prescribed exercises. The last month of pregnancy was poorly retained in her memory. But the moment when the Woman came to in the operating room was etched with crystal clarity. Next to her stood the upset Master, who said the fetus had died and she had failed his expectations. For the following weeks, Lena did not see the Master. People came, conducted physiotherapy, forced her to increasingly raise the intensity of her workouts in the home fitness center, periodically put her on an IV drip, and nothing else happened. Until He appeared. And demanded: I want your written consent for the removal of your ovaries.
Elena stood by the mirror a little longer, then resolutely pressed the servant call button to be escorted to the laboratory. The operation went easily and practically painlessly. Thus Lena ceased to be a woman. The conversation with the Master after the removal caused her much more suffering. It turned out he was simply conducting another experiment and had implanted a calf embryo in her. Despite enhanced hormonal support, the fetus did not survive. The Master wanted to repeat the experiment. Lena tried with all her might to beg and persuade her ruler not to do this to her. But the Master was adamant, and she, through tears, agreed to fulfill his will. This was followed by months of injections and transfusions, when her body literally tore apart from pain. Every day the Master came to her, took her hand, looked at her with his all-understanding, magical eyes. And Lena felt better, she was filled with strength and the desire to endure any suffering for His sake. Later came the operation; the woman was implanted with cow ovaries, and after that the pain began to subside. Lena regained enough strength for sports, her body quickly regained the kilograms lost over the previous months, and despite intensified training that became more and more intense, her weight far exceeded the pre-operative level.
When Lena was led to the medical bay for insemination, her teeth were chattering with fear. However, this pregnancy turned out not to be as heavy. The quickly swelling huge belly did not prevent the woman from continuing physical exercises, and even after four months, when due to the enormous weight Lena could no longer move on her own feet, she continued to swim for several hours a day and perform various exercises lying down. The last weeks of pregnancy were very difficult,
and at 29 weeks the Master performed a cesarean section. The fetus survived. Lena saw from afar a moving lump of blood and mucus, with protruding little hooves. After the birth came a period of rehabilitation; her whole body ached, especially her incredibly enlarged breasts. And if the milk wasn't suctioned out by the machine in time, the itching turned into a cutting pain. The Master was pleased and rewarded the calved slave with extra attention, until the slave heard the phrase: "Healthy, time to breed."