This was a roleplay between myself and BadViper.

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Amid the creak of old wood in the barn, and the soft moans of the other cow-girls in the other stalls, you hear a distant whistling get louder. With a loud bang, the door connecting to the house bangs open and out comes Adrian, jauntily strolling into the room while swinging a metal bucket.

He breaks the quiet morning air with a yell, "come on my beauties, get yourselves ready!"

Melinda groggily forces herself up out of her haybale and saunters over on all fours. She sits on her haunches and scritches her side softly, just below her bust. Two years ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead engaging in such... unladilike behavior, and certainly not in the nude, but she was a different woman now... No. She wasn't even a woman, and while some of the newer cows hadn't quite yet fully accepted their fate, the milf was completely and utterly brainwashed now. Well. Mostly... She had convinced herself that her beloved son would never possibly eat her. She was special. She was his mother... "Ooh! I hope we'll have the cinnamon oats today..." she says to her neighbor in the next stall as she waits for her feed and subsequent milking.

With a loud clatter, Adrian drops the bucket to the floor, its weighty contents evident from the impact. He looks around his herd of women, a satisfied grin on his face as he brushes his unruly ginger curls back from his brow.

"You bitches are looking real fine." He walks up to one of the cow-girls that just entered the herd last week, she looks nervous. He enters his stall and paces around her before slapping her on the ass with a resounding sharp noise that echos through the barn. "Hmm you're looking like you'll need some special care later" he mutters to himself as a slight bulge appears in his crotch.

"But first! I have a little announcement. With the lockdown in effect, we're going to need to start sourcing our own meat. That means one of you get to grace my plate tonight, but which one, which of you fat bitches belong on my plate?" He grins as he glares down at each of the cow-girls, enjoying the sight of their nervous timid glances to each other.

Melinda gives a sharp, convulsive shiver of her own at the thought, before she convinced herself she was overreacting. "Oh dear. I feel sorry for the poor girl that has to sacrifice herself for the master tonight." she again whispers to her neighbor. "I'm sure he'll make it quick for her though." She arches her back, stretching and baring her enormous, hormonally altered udders, as well as her soft, plush rear to anyone behind her. "Well... it is the life of a hucow, after all." she then adds, watching Adrian walk around the group with a certain, perverted admiration.

Melinda's stretching seems to catch Adrian's eye. A wicked smile grows on his lips as he approaches her. "Oh mother dearest, the first member of my herd. You've been such a good cow. I remember when you were still new to it, I had to take the leash to you a few times, but you've learned to be such a good girl."

He unhooks the clasp on Melinda's pen, stepping inside. He gazes down at his mother while she's on her knees, his eyes running all the way down her body, to her fat heavy breasts, presented in all their glory in front of her as she arches her back. He leans over and gives them a a firm slap, watching them wobble from side to side. "Let's see what those fat udders of yours can do, let's see what you're still worth mommy dearest!"

Adrian reaches down to his belt and unhooks a small measuring cup. "Be a good mommy now and fill this up for your son. It's all your good for anyway these days."

She gives a slight yelp at the smack, which causes those enormous melons, which had once bore so much milk, and even fed him when he was a newborn, to bounce and wiggle tantalizingly. "H-h-haaahhh! Y-yes master!" she finally answered. "I-I've eaten so much... I bet I have m-more to give than any of these g-greenhorns..." she said, looking around at them. Not so much condescendingly, but more like a mother, trying to teach her children how to do something. She gave her body a solid wiggle to loosen up once more, and then crawled over proudly to the waiting young man, and his guage. "M-maybe we can... can play? Wh-when we're done master?" she asked hefting one of those tatas for him to use. "L-like we did in those early days?"

Adrian leans down and cups her chin with his rough, calloused hands. He raises her head to look directly up at him. He leans in a little closer. "You. Are. A. COW! YOU DONT GIVE ME ORDERS!" With his hand gripped around Melinda's neck, he throws her down to the straw clad floor. The other cow-girls cower in their stalls as they watch you apprehensively, and perhaps a little excitedly.

"Do you need me to teach you this lesson again you bitch?" He begins to undo his belt buckle as his face grows red with rage, his cheeks flushed and a much more prominent bulge showing in his crotch. He whips off the belt and holds it tight in his hand. "What's it going to be?"

Melinda squeaks in surprise at the sudden forcefulness. "Eek! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I... M-master. I didn't mean..." Despite it all, she can't help but feel her vulva begin to swell, even as her face turns beet red from embarrassment. "I-I'll be good. I promise!" she insists, bowing to him, and in the process, raising her vulnerable, plush ass once more. After a moment, she dares to look up again. "U-um... ummm... I... I'm a cow... A-a dirty cow.... I've learned my lesson. H-honest!" she insists.

"Cow's don't speak you stupid bitch! They MOO!" Adrian lifts his fist and then swings down with the loose belt, unrolling the leather end of it and with a sharp cracking noise, whacking Melinda's plump ass cheeks with it. He doesn't do it so hard as to damage the skin, he doesn't want to damage his merchandise, he just wants to hurt her. It leaves a soft red mark where it hit.

"Moo for me bitch!" Adrian yells as he lifts up his arm and brings it down again, striking Melinda's lower back. Adiran's breathing quickens as he seems to grow more excited with each swing. Whack. Whack. Whack. Each hit followed by a soft whimper of pain from Melinda. His eyes fixate more and more on her round ass cheeks, and the way they wobble with each hit as Melinda flinches.

She squeals in shock at the first whipping she's had in nigh on a year. "Ahhhhh!!! M-moo! Moo!" she cries out, desperate for him to hear her apologetic tone. "Mooooooooo!" She returned her head deep into the ground, letting each smack send her buttocks bouncing almost like two balloons filled with jello. "Ngh! M-m-mooo!" She begins breathing heavily, pressing those tits deep into the ground, causing them to splay out to either side for all to see. They were dribbling milk... Not a lot, but enough to be seen, but that wasn't the only thing... dribbling. Her poor pussy betrayed her, starting to moisten up with natural... feminine lubricant... It hurt... It hurt so much... but she wanted him. Badly...

Seeing the milk begin to pool under Melinda's prone breasts, pressed tight against the floor, Adrian pauses his whipping. "Are you fucking wasting milk you dumb cow? THAT MILK IS MINE!" He throws his belt aside, pulls up his shirt, and begins unbuttoning his jeans. After a few muttered curses his engorged cock springs out of his pants, hard and erect and pointing directly at Melinda.

"You are my fucking property you bitch. Don't you forget it! You don't ever waste my milk. I think you need to replenish those liquids." He lowers himself to his knees behind Melinda, his gaze fixed on her flushed labia lips. He leans forward and runs his rough calloused hand down her lower back, his fingertips pressed into the crack of her ass cheeks as he ran it down her parted cheeks. The tip of his finger presses lightly against her asshole before moving down, his hand circling around as it reaches below her and begins to cup her pubic mound while the head of his penis hovers just inches away.

"Ngh! Oooohhh!" she shrank at the thought of wasting milk... That precious thing that poor Jennifer had run out of, just before she ended up turning on a spit over a hot fire. Suddenly, the possibility of being cooked seemed much more real to her, and she whimpered pathetically. All the same however, she couldn't help but show the young man she had once raised her swollen, hungry womanhood, practically begging to be violated. Still shivering, she began to sway her hips side to side for his amusement. Maybe if she placated him, she'd still have a chance. That's what she told herself anyway. She lied to herself internally, refusing to admit that the possibility was somehow... erotic to her. The adrenaline made it all exciting. It would make what was going to happen more intense...

Adrian ran his finger gently down Melinda's folds, feeling how wet they are before bringing his wet finger up to his face to look over. "Oh does the fat cow want a fucking? It's been a little while hasn't it? I guess I've been so busy breaking in the new members of the herd I forgot to give you a good regular fucking. Maybe this is why you dared talk back and you forgot you were just a cow now. You're just my property now!"

Adrian lowered his hands and gripped both sides of Melinda's ass, holding her in place as he guided the head of his cock towards her soft folds. He paused a few moments, savouring it, feeling Melinda's tension as she waited, unsure when he'd do it. After a few moments he thrust hard, pushing the bulging head of his cock deep into her folds with a loud guttural moan. He gripped her ass cheeks hard, keeping them in place as he thrust hard into her.

"Don't." He pulls back and then thrusts deeper. "Forget." Thrust. "What." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Are!" He burrows his cock deeply into Melinda. "You aren't special, you're nothing but a fucking cow, and if you don't provide me milk, then I'll find another use for you!" Adrian licks his lips as he looks down at the juicy, soft, thick meat of Melinda's ass and body.

She gives a squeal of simultaneous fear and delight as his proud member slams her hungry, lustful pussy as if it were just a toy. One that could be replaced if it was broken. Something stung horribly when he called her a 'fat cow'. Something that told her exactly what he was thinking about doing to her when all this was said and done. "M-moo?" she tried to distract him, expecially as she could practically feel him staring at her meaty thighs... and perfectly marbled hams... She had to perform... She had to tell him she was still worth his time, and his resources. She began to slowly pump her hips in tune with his thrusts, both for that reason, and her own, hidden lust.

Adrian grinned with delight at the control he felt. He felt Melinda begin to rock her hips in time with him. He gave her ass a firm slap to entice her to move faster. "Come on you fat cow, make me feel good or maybe I'll choose you to cook up tonight. How would you like that?" He leans further over her, his weight pressing hard into her as he continues to thrust into her inflamed pussy. He pulls up a hand and runs it along the floor and under Melinda's left breast. "You've been a good cow for me, but those fat udders of yours are starting to run dry." He gave it a squeeze, his rough calloused palm rubbing up against the pert nipple of Melinda's breast.

"Maybe I should just fry those udders this afternoon, put them in a deep fat fryer until they've got a nice crispy outer layer and a soft fatty interior." His thrusts grow harder and faster as he grows more excited. "Maybe I should tie you up and squeeze your fat ass into the oven? Or maybe I get a spit and thrust it up your fuck-hole. We could have a nice neighbourhood BBQ. I could invite all the neighbours, they could watch you sizzling over the fire, prodding you with a fork to see when your meat is done. Oh but it wouldn't be done for so very long, I'd make sure you were concious for it all. A cow like you should get to see how much your meat is enjoyed"

She let out a light squeal when his hand felt up her oversensitive breast, followed by a low moan as his pinch summoned a single trickle of milk. Small, pitiful, but nonetheless sweet and nutty, should he take it to his mouth. She didn't have time to think at this, and gave, another squeal, this time of panic as her imagination began to take his colorful descriptions, and ran with it. All those eyes... on her... Watching her suffer without a single care for what she felt... Damnit... why did that terrible, horrible thought... also somehow excite her? "M-moooooooo! Moo! Moo!" She wanted to beg him to stop. To spare her, but she knew speaking with... actual words would only make things worse for her.

Adrian laughed as he listened to the plaintive mooing of his mother. He thrust his hard, engorged cock deeply into her and felt his seed explode inside of her. He gave a soft grunt as he kept it deep inside her for a few moments, before doing a few small thrusts to squeeze himself empty before pulling out. His heavy cock drooping down as it emerged from Melinda's folds.

"I think..." Adrian muttered as he got back on his feet, feeding his cock back into his pants. "That I may have talked myself into the idea of cooking you up now. Such a fine fat cow as you, I bet you'd taste delicious, and there's enough of you to go around the whole group. I bet I could sell some of your prime cuts for such a pretty penny. Should I invite any of your old friends to the BBQ? Maybe they'd like to see how you turned out."

Melinda's heart sank into her stomach, and she looked around panickedly at the other cows in the stable, hoping for some sign of pity, or even a willingness to take her place. "B-but... Adrian..." she mumbled under her breath, quietly, as she wasn't sure where the line between communication, and disobedience was in this situation. "P-please..." she then added, before trying to wiggle her hips seductively. She had hoped... if she could convince him that he wanted her more as a toy than a meal... he would spare her. "M-moo? Moo! Moo!"

Adrian watches Melinda's hips sway in an almost hypnotic fashion. But rather than cause another bulge in his pants, he leans down... SLAP! He whacks her hard on the ass, watching as her round ass cheeks wobbled in response. He licks his lips. "Oh yes, you're going to make a lovely rump roast. I should have done this long ago, I guess I just enjoyed seeing you on your hands and knees too much to cook you up before."

He walks around Melinda to stand in front of her, his legs slightly parted as he gazes down at her servile form. He reaches into his belt and pulls out a small golden metal hoop, a couple of inches across. "If we're going to cook you up, I think you might need a nose ring? What do you think? Does my little bitch want a nose ring?"

Another squeal echoes through the barn at the spanking, while Melinda's heart sinks all the more. She could almost swear she felt it in her groin. "I... I... But..." Shivering, and for some reason, betraying her very survival instinct, she looks up, admiring his crotch for what might be the last time in her life, and begins to nod her head yes. Even she doesn't understand what she's doing anymore. Why is she agreeing to this? "M-moo? Moo!" She swallows, then plops onto her soft, slightly sore ass, letting her recently emptied tits bounce and wobble from the motion for a moment.

Adrian looks down pleased as his pet's compliance. He leans over her and uses his free hand to cup Melinda's chin and forces her head up to look at him. He shuffles his feet closer to her, the closer to her, the cold hard toe-cap of his shoes rubbing up against her inner thighs as he pushes her legs apart. He keeps pushing his foot forward, sliding it up her thighs until it comes to rest against her inflamed pubic mound, a little semen still leaking out and smearing onto the front of the boot as he presses it into her.

While her attention is on his boot, he takes the metal ring and with a thumb, pries it apart slightly. Just enough to squeeze into her nose. With a sharp sudden twist, he thrusts it through the thin flesh between her nostrils and out the other side. A brief sharp pain runs through Melinda but it's over in an instant, leaving her with a soft ache in her nose as Adrian admires the new nose ring on his pet cow.

Melly moans and groans, starting to softly hump the cold tip of the boot without thinking. It's beyond uncomfortable, but she doesn't care about comfort. She only cares about sensation for the moment. Soft coos and gentle moos part her lips as she worshipfully stairs up at him, until the stinging pain of the nose ring breaking her cartilage breaks her from her reverie, if only for a moment. She slumps slightly pressing her needy womanhood all the more into the boot as she does. "O-owie! Ow!" Her eyes go wide when she realizes she's broken dialogue. "I-I mean... m-moo!" she 'corrects' looking back up at him with a shivering frame and a desperate expression.

Adrian frowns. "What was that? Does my cow think it can speak?" He pulls back his foot and then kicks it forward, burying its bulbous tip into Melinda's soft pussy. He grinds it into her while grasping hold of her nose ring and pulling it up towards him, forcing her head upwards. "Have you forgotten what you are? YOU ARE A FUCKING COW! You are MY cow! You're MINE!" He yanks the nose chain painfully.

"Ngh! Mnhhh!" Right then and there, she wanted to beg forgiveness, but dreaded the consequences of just digging herself deeper with this. "M-mooooooo! Moo!" came her answer, while her enormous breasts heaved in and out in her panic and pain while she tried to recover. "Moo!" Without thinking, she reached down to feel at her sore, abused pussy. The same one that had birthed the young man now preparing to end her. She felt a strange combination of pride, dread, hopelessness, and sheer arousal, and she had no idea what to make of it...

Adrian continued to grind his boot into her pussy. With one hand still grasping her nose ring, his other reaches down starts slapping her heavy hanging breasts, watching them swing to and fro. "Cum for me bitch. Show me how you're just a dirty depraved animal now. You have no dignity." He brings his face down closer to Melinda, hovering his a few inches above her, close enough for his curly hair to fall down and tickle her forehead. "You're going to orgasm right now humping my shoe, just to show how much of an animal you are. Then, just maybe, I'll give you a final kiss before I cook you and carve you up."

"H-hnnnhhh... Mooooo... Moooo! MOOOOOO!" her vocalizations became more and more intense, as she tightened her thigh against the footwear that was violating her poor nethers. "Moooo!" In a moment, she went tense and stiff, only twitching slightly for some time, before she finally arrived, dribbling feminine lubricant all over his foot. She gasped as her eyes rolled back, and she basked in the glow of her orgasm, for a moment almost falling as she went slightly limp, though the sudden spike of pain as she started to jolted her back into standing upright.

As Melinda jolted up in pain, Adrian brings his head down to embrace her in a deep kiss. His lips eagerly locking around hers as his tongue probes into her mouth. He moans, enjoying the feel of his mother climaxing and completely under his control. After a few moments, he breaks the kiss and comes upright, breathing deeping as his cheeks are flushed with arousal. "I am ever so tempted to make you into a fuck-puppet, but I need to be smart about this. A boy has to eat! Even if it's his own mother. I'm going to give you a moment to say farewell to your fellow cow-girls while I get a leash for you." With his hand still around her chin, he pushes her hard backwards, letting her topple to the floor. He steps over Melinda, his boots skirting just a hair's breath above her heaving breasts.

The woman returns the kiss with a deep swooning moan, letting his tongue taste hers without a bit of resistance. She feels a twinge of forbidden hope as he mentions making her a toy, not realizing that being such, doesn't necessarily require that she remain alive. Her dream sinks back down into the pit of her stomach when he mentions eating her regardless of her status related to him and when his boot nearly kicks her punching bag of a breast, she swears that her erect nipple felt it brush against her sensitive spot. "M-mooooo!" she says, watching him go, before turning to the other cows. She swallows hard once more. "G-goodbye g-girls... I-I'll miss all of you." she says, teary eyed, despite the domanine rush she's feeling from her recent, intense orgasm. "U-um... You'll t-treat Adrian right... right? H-he is still... m-my baby boy... after all..."

The other cow-girls give a mixed reaction. Some look anxious, wondering what might happen to them in future. Some look smug, watching Melinda finally fall off her perch at the head of the herd. Others look excited, flushed cheeks betray their thoughts as they think of how they, like you, are just cows now and will be eaten too some day.

Adrian returns after just a few moments, a pleased whistle on his lips and a leash hanging from his right hand. Seeing the other cow-girls all perched on the edge of their pens looking at you, he turns to the nearest one and rears back his hand with the leash before whipping it forward and cracking the leash over the nearest girl's bare back with a short sharp cracking noise. "YOU BITCHES GET BACK TO EATING! It's all you're good for now. Make me milk, get fat, and then get cooked. Know your place!"

Melinda flinches at the show of force, yet despite herself, inches obediently toward the domineering youth. Her entire body shivers with each step, causing her enormous drills to wobble and very nearly bounce like Jello. She hazards one final glance at the herd, then looks at her son, tormentor, lover, and master with those deep blue eyes, in an almost puppydog like stare.

Adrian looks over to his mother, seeing the look in her eyes he grins. "Aren't you an eager meat-slut? Are you looking forward to the spit driven up into you? The sight of everyone watching you cook? How juicy those fat tits of yours are going to be?" Adrian licks his lips and marches over to Melinda, grasping her nose ring and clasping the leash onto it. He starts pulling her out towards the front door of the barn, walking at a steady pace, the leash going taut and yanking painfully on Melinda's nose.

Helpless, she can only fumble forward until she matches her pace with his, giving a squeal of pain each time she lost step, and the leash went taut again. She looked around as she went, trying to see who all had been invited to the barbecue, if anyone had been, yet. It was strange. Over the years, having been in numerous cattle shows, she'd become desensitized to being seen naked. Even come to enjoy the sensation of being looked at. Now however... Something felt different... Something felt particularly taboo. It was... her final walk. Her last taste of the outside world before her end. Now, all of these people were going to really take her. Take her into themselves. It wouldn't be enough to just... oggle her. Now she was going to become very VERY intimate...

It was one thing to be naked among the other cow girls, where all the girls were naked, it was a little different being entirely nude in front of a crowd of clothed friends and neighbours. Melinda recognised many of the faces, former coworkers, the Connor family from down the road, even her best friend Stephanie was there. She heard them coo and giggle as they turned to watch her paraded in front of them all, dragged on a leash by her nose. Every inch of her on full display to the crowd.

Adrian seemed to enjoy the attention, "ain't she a beaut'" he yelled. "Home raised on organic oats, with the occasional cum topping." The crowd laughed, a few of the women blushing. "Don't forget to reserve which part of you you want to eat this afternoon! First come first serve. A fine cow like her isn't going to last long~"

That small, human vestige of her psyche wanted to reach out to the crowd. To try and be recognized by anyone that might have pity on her. She wanted to call out to Stephanie and beg for at least a moment of recognition, but she couldn't. She didn't dare risk Adrian's ire again, and if she'd been wrong, it might have destroyed her. If Stephanie just... didn't care anymore... Or maybe... it would increase the... excitement that rushed through her loins right now... She paused for as long as the stillness in the leash would allow, and looked her old childhood friend straight in the eyes. "M-moo?"

Stephanie says something to the group of women she's clustered in, causing a wave of giggling, before sauntering towards Melinda with a half-full wine-glass still in-hand. "Oh. My. God!" She exclaims with glee. "Is that you Melinda? I haven't seen you for months! She turns to Adrian, have you been keeping her hidden away all this time?"

Adrian puffs up his chest. "She's my property now! I'll do what I want with her. If you wanted to join her in the barn you only had to ask..."

Stephanie giggles, a blush entering her cheeks as she seems to almost consider it. She returns her gaze to Melinda, her eyes running up and down her whole body, pausing at her heavy tits and wet dripping crotch.

The woman's eyes hit her like a thousand tiny needles, hitting all of her sensitive spots. Both pleasureful and painful. "H-hahhhh..." she reached up to try and cover the... interest that her body seemed to be generating. "S-s-steph..." She stopped herself, bracing for another round of discipline at that little syllable. Once more her ladyhood began to swell up. [Damnit...] she thought to herself. The attention was getting to her. Fresh and new, as it was when she had just been converted to a cow. She wanted to hug the woman, but she remained there, paralyzed.

Stephanie comes up close to Melinda, almost as if she's about to embrace her in a hug. But Stephanie's warm expression changes to a coyly calculating one, her free hand whips up and her fingers clasp around Melinda's left breast, her fingertips digging deep into the soft flesh. "Oh I definitely think I want some of that breast meat! Put me down for her right breast please Adrian." She continues to squeeze and watch in delight as a trickle of milk comes out of the nipple.

Melinda arches her back and squeals in a bit of pain at the sudden shift in tone, but she doesn't resist. In fact, she feels her loins start to warm up once more and, making a visible slut of herself now to the entire party, she begins to reach down and feel herself once more. A shameful display for sure... but a desperate one. Of course, she had no shame. Hadn't for years, but she convinced herself... at first, that she would be able to have... some pride, in her final moments. That turned out to be a farce, it seems. She couldn't resist this new nature that Adrian had... brainwashed into her over the years. She was... a cow slut... Pure and simple...

Stephanie hears what Melinda is up to before she sees it, hearing the soft slick sound of fingers rubbing hard into soft and intimate places. "Oh I always knew you were such a slut Melinda" she whispers, looking down Melinda's body and seeing the breast milk stream down the hand squeezing her breast so tight. She lowers her voice further, "but so am I..." She leans down, opens her mouth wide, and gives the leaky nipple a heavy lick. Running her tongue firmly against the hardening nipple. She wraps her lips around it and sinks her teeth into Melinda's soft breast.

Melinda bites her own lip and starts to breathe heavily, sending that milky udder heaving in and out of her old friend's face. Never in a million years could she have imagined that her best friend would give her the same treatment that Adrian had, but there was something... comforting, about this last bit of intimacy with someone she knew from... simpler times. Something that added a bit of closure to an old relationship. She sped up with her self ministrations, letting the woman take the last of what little milk she could produce.

Stephanie felt the waves of passion running through Melinda, timing her bites like they were thrusts into her pussy. As she felt Melinda getting close to climax, she bit down hard, the intense pain and pleasure mixing together into an overwhelming orgasm that rippled through her.

"Hey don't damage the merchanidse!" Adrian yelled, pulling at leash and yanking Melinda towards him.

"Eek!" the milf couldn't help but shriek in surprise as she was pulled away from her reverie of aching enjoyment. Still, she had already reached her second climax of the afternoon, and it took every bit of effort to hold herself up once more as she basked in it. She glanced once more at her old friend, and then to her master, and gave a long, primal "Mooo!" It was the first time she felt, that she wasn't playing a character when she made that sound. It felt... right now... Natural. Shuddering as she tried to come to her senses after her 'ordeal' she cuddled up surrenderously to the lad, ready for what was to come. At least... until the afterglow began to wear off... for now.

Stephanie returns upright with a little breast milk still dribbling down her chin and a deep blush on her cheeks. She eyes Melinda up and down with an envious look.

"We have an empty stall now..." Adrian comments.

Stephanie laughs, like it was a joke.

"I'm not kidding, this is how you're going to pay for that breast meat. Enjoy your afternoon, for this evening you're going in the barn! You can have Melinda's collar to wear if it's not too burnt." Adrian marches pulls Melinda's leash to him and starts to walk off as Stephanie looks on, open mouthed, still uncertain as to whether or not Adrian was serious.

Adrian proceeds to lead Melinda through the crowd, and on towards a BBQ grill.

The woman feels her heart quicken, as a combination of empathy for Stephanie, and realization of the encroaching end hit her at the same time. She recoils slightly at the sight of the grill, and passes the boy an expression of desperate, pleading eyes, one last time. Already, her smooth skin starts to turn a shade of pink, though for now, it's only the most recent orgasm still coursing through her body's sensation 'consciousness'. "M-moooooo? Mooooo!" she remarks, still staring at Adrian helplessly.

The crowd mostly return to talking among themselves, having seen cow-girls cooked plenty of times before, but a few continue to watch as Adrian leads Melinda around the small, no larger than any other one normally used for cooking burgers. He brings the leash around to a metal hoop at the back, tying it around and pulling, forcing Melinda to lean over the grill, her breasts hanging over the sun-warmed metal bars. Underneath, Melinda sees the coals already set, ready to be lit. Adrian gives the leash a slight tug, making sure it's securely attached to the grill before turning towards a nearby table and opening up a heavy cook book. "Cow-girl recipes." He flips through the pages before coming to the one he's after.

> So you want to grill some breast meat? This fine recipe will lightly scorch the outer meat while keeping the inner meat ever so soft and juicy, and keeping the cow-girl concious enough to be used on a spit afterwards. It's a delightful way to provide a spectacle, with her cries of pleasure and pain providing a nice background for any social gathering.

Melinda's breasts push in and out over the grill as her breath continues to betray her fear. Instinctively, she tries to pull away from the metal bars, soon to get much hotter underneath her, but Adrian's experience with wiggly bitches ensure's she's not going anywhere. She whimpers slightly, looking over to the boy she raised, trying to get any inkling of mercy she can out of him. In her heart of hearts she knows it's futile. This was her destiny from the moment she bore him, but... the least she could do was try... She listened to him read out the cookbook's instructions and her eyes widened. He had been reading from the same book the day the last poor cow was eaten, and this only drove the final nail into the coffin to tell her that this was really happening. She was meat in his eyes and nothing more. Would Stephanie suffer the same fate one day? She swallowed hard as she considered this. "M-moooooo! Moooo!"

Adrian continues to read from the book.

The first step in preparing any meat-girl is always the restraints. While most women fantasise about being cooked, once the reality that they're being cooked for real, many have second thoughts. Be sure to bind both the feet and hands, leaving her helpless at entirely under your control. This can also be a good method to trick a girl into becoming a meat-girl by telling her you just want to roleplay. Once she's tied up, it's entirely up to you whether you keep it a roleplay or cook her for real!

Adrian looks up from the book and takes a couple of silk straps. Going down on one knee below Melinda, he ties each of her ankles to the legs of the grill that are firmly attached to the ground with long stakes delving deep underground. As Adrian returns to his feet, Melinda hears him muttering behind her, "shit. I ran out of restraints. What to do.... oh I have an idea!" Melinda feels a sharp tug on her long braided hair, her head is pulled back sharply which then causes the leash attached to her nose ring to pull at her two, pulling her in two different directions.

"Mnnhh! Mmmh!" she moans and whines under her breath at being pulled to multiple sides at the same time. She feels as though her entire body were to split in twain at any moment. She can't even turn to look at the lad anymore. She can only stand there, helpless and vulnerable as he sets about the process of turning her warm, soft, voluptuous body into nothing but meat. "Mnghh... Nhhh! H-hurts!" she lets that last word slip, as she begins to shudder in anticipation and fear.

Adrian ignores his mother's pleas for mercy as while holding her braided hair in one hand, he uses the other to grasps each of his mother's wrists and tie the braid around them. Melinda feels her head pulled back painfully with every twist of her braid around her hands. After several moments, Adrian is finally done and puts his hands on his hips, looking satisfied with himself as he sees his mother now bound with her hands behind her back, tied to her hair braid. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" He remarks to his mother before slapping her on the ass and watching how little she can wriggle or squirm.

She whimpers softly, forcibly bent forward onto the grill, and yet with her head pulled back by the makeshift rope she never could have imagined would be a part of her final act. Her very hair. The difficult pose caused her soft rear to jut out tantalizingly for anyone nearby, allowing her puffy lower lips to betray her adrenaline fueled arousal. She felt like a slut and she felt like a human denied her rights, but most of all, she felt like a cow... serving its purpose. She felt like a piece of meat put on display. All that attention, levied on her body... Years ago, before her conversion, she could never have imagined to garner so many eager glances. There was something... so ironically validating, about being degraded to the point that she was an object of pleasure to those around her and nothing more. Something that told the most primitive part of her mind that 'she still had it'. She hated herself for that part, but she loved the raw sensation of giving into it.

Adrian came back around to the front of Melinda, enjoying the sight of his mother bound and helpless. "No escape now mommy, you're mine!" Adrian reached down to his belt, taking out a small match box. He takes one out slowly, holding it up in front of Melinda's rapt expression. A few of the crowd members had circled around now, watching the start of the BBQ with glee, eager to see Melinda turned into mere food to be carved up and devoured. Her friends, coworkers, neighbours, they just eyed her like meat now, their eyes running all over her bare exposed body, gauging how soft and tender the various parts of her would soon be. Adrian grinned at his mother. "This is it, you're about to be cooked for real. No games, no second chances. You're about to become mere meat. Any last words for all your friends here who knew you before you were my cow?"

Melinda tried and failed to look around at the group, with her binds such as they were. She could only eye the cruel match, the herald of the first part of her demise, as it hovered so dangerously close to her bosom. She began breathing heavily again, pressing said bust against the bars of the grill as she did. She wanted to beg for mercy. To squeal for help. Or so she thought... All that came out of her quivering lips however, was a timid, yet determined. "Th-thank y-you all for c-coming t-to see me... U-um... I... I hope... you all... um... e-enjoy m-me..." Her mind raced to raising young Adrian, before the human cattle law was passed. She remembered playing with him, before he hit his teens. Next came images of talking with him about the birds and the bees. Him telling her that he felt a tickle in his loins when he looked at her. What followed, where memories of those first years of the hucow law. She tried to turn him against it... but couldn't... Finally, those first, orgasmic years as his cow and fuck toy, before he became so successful. Eventually it all led to this moment... Her final use.

Adrian rolled his eyes listening to his mother thanking everyone, seemingly bored. While she was still finishing up her speech, her went ahead with starting the BBQ, with a loud SCRITCH noise he lit the match and held the flame close to Melinda's face, delighting in the reflected glow of the light in her eyes as she watched it so intently. He waited a moment to see if she'd try to blow it out, but she seemed to have accepted her fate, and with an excited grin he dropped the match between the grill. The match disappeared for a few moments, but a soft crackle and pop sound gave away the flames growing under the top layer of coals. After a few moments, the first few licks of flame started to erupt, a warm heat rushed up over Melinda's bare chest.

Melinda's voice cracked as she was still giving the speech the moment she saw the light of the flame. Even though she'd considered herself untouchable for some time, she still... wondered what it had been like for those other meatgirls. A faint glimmer of foolish hope crossed her mind when the charcoal didn't light immediately, but that hope was quashed the moment the first tongues of flame began to lick at her massive melons. 'H-haaaaAAAHHH! H-hot! Hot!" she cried out, starting to squirm and writhe in pain as much as her binds would allow. Her ass swayed side to side for all present, as she initially, futilely tried to escape. "Y-you're c-cooking m-my titties!" she squealed. When the boy was younger, she never used such language. In fact, she'd barely, if ever talked like that even when she was a cow, but now... Now she released. "It h-huuuurts! Ngh... Owie owie owieeeee!"

Adrian glanced at the crowd to gauge their reaction to his mother's squeals, but they'd either returned to their conversation or the few women still watching were giggling. Nobody cared about her cries. Adrian smirked down at his mother, enjoying the sight he'd seen with so many other cow-girls, the panic that entered their eyes when they realised this wasn't a game, this wasn't pretend, they were really being cooked! "I'm so glad you're a squealer~" Adrian whispered to her. Melinda's face was little more than crotch height with her bound over the grill and she got a good sight of the bulge growing in Adrian's crotch. Would he fuck her here? In front of everyone?

Her thoughts were interrupted by another male voice, "god damn Adrian, your mom has the juiciest fucking ass!!" Melinda recognised the voice as Nathan, one of Adrian's school friends. "I remember coming over to play at yours just to get a sight of those jean clad pearls, I never thought I'd get to see them bare and glistening like this!"

Adrian looked over to Nathan, "yeah ain't she a beaut'? She's going to make a fine roast."

"Um, hey, dude, your mom, um, the meat-girl, she's open for public use right?"

Adrian nodded...

Melinda was panting heavily and tearing up rapidly. "I-it huuuuuurrrts!" she continued to protest, swaying her ass as she continued to futilely try to escape the heat searing into her fatty mountains. It was only shortly after that she actually registered the conversation that happened around her. Gathering her courage to put together words other than squeals of pain, she glanced side to side, unable to move her head. "W-wait... wh-what does he mean public use? A-adr... Master?" Her tone was panicked, and her voice, desperate for an answer. "I-I don't understand!" she then lied. "Wh-what does he mean? Who is that? I..."

Melinda hears a unzipping noise behind her, then a pair of large calloused hands grasp either side of her hips, holding her firmly in place. The apprehension builds in her, she feels the warm breeze against her wet pussy lips, reminding her of how exposed she is. She feels something large and bulbous poke against her inner thighs, then move up. It feels so warm, and slightly slick on her.

Meanwhile the BBQ flames are really starting to grow, the searing heat begins to warm up the grill bars of the BBQ. Melinda's nipples start feeling prickly from the heat. Adrian turns away from her for a moment then returns with a bottle of cooking oil which he squirts onto the side of her tits, letting the oil dribble down to the nipples. She feels the oil begin to bubble, each pop like the gentle touch of a needle against her sensitive breasts. The bubbling heat begins to feel like her breasts are being peppered by tiny bites, or tiny kisses. She can't tell, the pleasure and pain blend together in a glorious sensation.

Adrian looks pleased with himself as he listens to the cries of pain from his mother. "If you're going to make such a fuss crying, I'm going to need to stuff that mouth of yours..." Melinda has a close up view of his crotch as he unbuttons the top of his jeans, his engorged cock springing free directly in front of her. It's large round tip glistening, twitching and eager for her touch. Adrian leans forward and wraps his hands around the back of Melinda's head, digging his fingers into her thick curls. He begins to exert pressure, pulling her forwards, which also presses her breasts harder against the grill. Rather than having just her nipples lightly brushing the grill, she begins to feel most of her breasts pushed hard into them, the soft flesh of her breast bulging out between the searing hot bars. He pulls her closer. "Kiss it..." he demands as her lips come within a hair's breadth of his erect cock.

"E-eeeee! EEEE!" comes her initial reaction to the sensation of her poor breasts being coated in cooking oil, and allowed to sizzle like two giant hams tossed onto the grill. The young man behind her feels her ass and thighs tense up and tighten as she anticipates a new violation from behind. Her eyes level on her son's swollen member and she gives a hard swallow. Why is she so... horny in all of this? She should be dreading what's to come. Not enjoying herself, yet here she is. "Nnnhhhh... Th-they're cooking Master... M-my puppies are really cooking..." she pouts, before letting her tongue lap out to taste his proud cock. "Llnh... Mnhh..." She then plants a loving kiss on the bellend, while the sound of the fat in her breasts popping begins to grow louder and louder. Finally, she opens her mouth, hoping for one final taste of her son's glorious rod before it's too late.

"That's good, your fatty titties are meant to be cooking." He gently inserts the head of his cock between her parted lips, she feels his member run over her teeth. "I'm going to cut them up and serve them up later, after you've been spitted." As Melinda attempts to gently suckle on Adrian's cock, she's suddenly forced forward as something large pushes its way between her wet pussy lips, her labia stretched taut around something large, bulbous, and warm.

"Fuck she feels great!" Melinda hears behind her, as Adrian's friend thrusts deeply into her with no warning. His thrust pushes her hard into the BBQ and the sizzling sound intensifies. She finds herself deep-throating Adrian without even meaning to, having been pushed forward so abruptly.

She feels the hands on her hips grip her tightly and pull her back again, pushing her soft delicate innards hard against the intruder pushed into her. That causes her to be pulled away from Adrian's cock. Adrian grips her head harder and pulls her towards him, forcing his member down her throat. A tug of war starts as Melinda is pulled back and forth by the two boys. Neither of them care what she wants, she's just a fuck-toy between them now even as her delicate breasts continue to sizzle and brown.

"Mnnhh! MMMMM!" her groans of pleasure and shock are nearly drowned out by the background ambience of the grill and the party going on. It occurs to her for a moment, that she's being spit roasted, before she's even being spit roasted, and a new wave of humiliation washes over her.

Her tender ass beats against the friend's waist each time he pulls her back into him, and her warm, moist throat glides over Adrian's length when he inevitably returns his property to his direction. "Mnngh! Grgrblegrble!" Her words are a garbled mess while around the makeshift gag, and her tits feel like they're going to explode from the pressure of steam building up inside them. A river of tears snake down her cheeks to sizzle in the fire each time a drop loses the battle against gravity. She's been Adrian's toy for years now, but now, she truly feels helpless, unlike she's ever felt before. A small trickle of pleasure juices develop around the friend's cock as he uses her, lubricating her canal all the more for him as it does...

Both boys gradually thrust harder and faster into Melinda, both their members now slick with Melinda's juices, they slide easily into her from either end. "You better get used to it" Adrian smirked. "This is just a taste of what you have coming with the spit. It's going to be thicker and go deeper than either of us can. It's going to be through your entire body, your bare wriggling form humping it." A malicious look enters Adrian's expression as he grabs Melinda's hair tightly, pulling it hard. "How does it feel bitch? You're just my little fuck-toy, just a slab of meat for me to use!"

From behind her, she heard Adrian's friend breathing deeply as he got close to cumming. "Fuck man, this bitch is so soft inside! It's almost a shame to cook her up. Can I get her cunt fillet after you spit her? I want to feel these pussy lips again, but this time when they're all crispy on the outside. He thrust into her hard, forcing her midriff down and against the grill. It wasn't just her breasts cooking now, her whole chest was pressed against the searing how grill. She could smell the intoxicating aroma of her own cooked meat, her breasts tingled with intense sensations. She felt Adrian's cock in her mouth twitching, the cum rushing through his member and then exploding into the back of her mouth followed by a similar spurt deep inside her pussy. Both men groaned deeply as they came.

"MNNHH! MMMHHH!" she squealed in surprise at the double finishing move, and then in pain as her spare ribs became the next part of her to taste the searing heat. Gradually, her breasts ceased to be able to feel pain, and she was instead left with a dull ache and an impossibly pleasurable sensation. The fact that these two young men still admired her mature body filled her with another jolt of pleasure, multiplied by the sensation of both of them squirting deep inside her. She swallowed as much of Adrian's offering as she could, as she had been trained to do over her years of brainwashing, and instinctively opened wide to show him what a 'good girl' she was being, or so she thought, as a slight dribble of seed peeked out of the corner of her mouth and started to streak down her chin. "Mnhhhh..."

Adrian pulled out of her mouth, his drooping wet cock just skimming the edge of the BBQ. He pats her head as sees her open her empty mouth for inspection. "Good girl." A little cum and drool dribbles down her chin, then down her neck, and then starts to sizzle as it reaches her juicy breasts.

Melinda gets a few moments of relief, with neither of the boys pushing or pulling on her, she's able to lift off the grill slightly. Abruptly she feels an enormous weight on her lower back as Adrian's friend flops over onto her, his chest pressing onto her back, as he catches his breath after cumming inside her. The weight pushes her down further against the grill, her whole chest now feeling the lick of flames, from her breasts to her belly button, to even the top of her pubic mound presses against the fiercely hot grill.

"H-hhhaaahhh! It hurts!" she repeats once more. as the bars begin to leave their red, and then black marks of char on her poor, soft body. The energy begins to rapidly leave her used and abused body, and she fails to even manage pushing slightly back against the friend by this point. She tries to spend a few moments of her own catching her breath, before looking up at her owner, breeder, and now, chef, for what she thinks will be one last time. "P-p-pleeeeeaaase m-master..." she manages to choke out, waving her ass, making it unclear whether she's asking for a second chance, or one more orgasm before she's skewered. "I... I-I'll do anything..."

Adrian's brow furrows as he looks over Melinda's body, "hey Nathan, get off, her udders are about to burn!" Melinda feels the weight lift off her back. Adrian reaches down to the hook the nose ring leash is attached to and unfastens it. He grasps the leash tight, but rather letting Melinda up, he starts to pull her down tighter, her nose ring painfully pulling her forward and forcing her to lean more against the burning hot grill. Adrian smirks, "before I let you up, remind me what you are, say it, say all you're good for..."

"Aiiieeeeee!" Her eyes go wide as she realizes the pain isn't over yet. Desperate, her mind reels for an answer for a moment, before it finally clicks as steam and smoke begin go rise from her well done breasts. "Haaahhh! M-meat master! I'm only g-good for meat! A-a-and p-pleasure... T-to be a toy for you!" she answers in a high pitched voice, like a girl on a roller coaster almost, given the obvious fear and pain in her eyes. "Pleeeeeaaase! I can't t-take it anymore!"

"Yes you are" Adrian gleefully comments. He pulls the leash even tighter, "does it hurt? Do your feel your fat udders cooking?" A few more members of the crowd are watching now, enjoying the sight of Melinda's tearful begging. Stephanie watches avidly, biting her lower lip, a slight flush of arousal on her cheeks. The sizzling gets louder, Melinda feels her whole chest burning, the hot grill leaving searing hot marks on her skin now. Her nipples feel cooked through, she barely feels them now, but the rest of her chest is on fire.

"Y-yes! Yes!" she answers through tearful sobbing, even as her pussy continues to dribble natural lubricant all over the patio floor. "It huuuurts! I feel like they're going to... to pop!" she says, referencing the dull ache. All she feels left in her tatas from the pressure of steam building up inside them. "NGhhh! I-I feel like my chest is on fire! Pleeeeaaase!" She lolled her tongue out once more and began to pant heavily. "I-I never kn-knew this is what it was like... f-for the others when it was their time..." she confessed after a moment's pause. "It... it feels... bad? Good? I-I don't... kn-knooooowww!"

"If it feels good maybe I should leave you there longer?" Adrian yanks on the leash, pulling her nose ring painfully. He gestures towards his friend, "hit her!"

"What?"

"I said hit her!"

Melinda hears a dark laugh behind her before she feels her ass slapped hard, her whole body twitching forward and further against the grill. He slaps her again, the cracking noise resounding loudly. He slaps her again, each time leaving red marks on her ass cheeks. Adrian watches his mother's face closely, "do you like that bitch?" From the side of her eye, Melinda sees Stephanie has slipped a hand between her thighs, her fingertips grinding hard against the fabric of her dress, she doesn't even seem to be aware she's masturbating in front of everyone, she only has eyes for Melinda.

"EEEEK!" came the first squeal at the unexpected spanking. Her ass jiggled and bounced for all to see as though it were a punching bag being abused by a heavyweight champion. She panted heavily for a moment before the second swat contacted her. "AHAHHHHHHHHH!" This one left a slight imprint in the redness of her poor butt. One in the shape of Nathan's hand. The third slap she was almost afraid would destroy her rear. "OWIIIIIIIEEEEE!" Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and pain, while she imagined her childhood friend feeling herself up to her pain. Something about that felt... delicious to her... Maybe it told her that she wasn't the only one enjoying the concept of pain, much to her surprise. She imagined Steph being Adrian's new prize winning cow. Carrying on her legacy in a way, and she smiled, before Adrian's question occurred to her once more. "Ohhhhhhh! I-I like it master! Why do I like it?"

"You like it because you were born to be a cow. You were always meant to be property. For a while you may have thought you were a free independent woman, but that was just a facade. Deep down you've always just been property, either your daddy's, or your husband's, and now mine!" Adrian finally loosened his grip on the leash, giving her the freedom to lean upright if she wanted.

Meanwhile Stephanie's fingers continued to dig into her crotch, her fingertips grinding against her intimate parts as she watched her former best friend turned into meat. A damp spot was starting to form on her dress. Adrian glances over and sees her. He leans down over Melinda, whispering softly. "I was thinking I'd strip her down and collar her while you were on the spit, so you can watch as she's turned into a cow. She's already my property, she just doesn't know it yet. This evening she could take your stall. I'll milk her for a good couple of months, but with a body like that, I don't think I'll be able to resist cooking her up. How do you think I should do it? Should I spit her on the same spit you'll be going on? Roast her on this same grill? Give her cooked breast meat to the next cow-girl I enslave? Life should have traditions, I rather like the idea of continuing yours."

She slowly pulled her body up as much as she could, panting and wheezing as she tried to recover, if briefly, from the pain levied on her torso. Meekly she nodded her head yes to his 'offer'. Not that she had any say in the situation, and she knew she didn't... "I-I'm s-sure she'll be d-delicious m-master..." came her weak voice. as she tried to look one more time at the doomed (whether she realized it or not) woman. She paused, swallowing s she carfully considered her next question. "D-do you think... I-I'll t-taste good... Master?"

Adrian looked over Melinda's body as she came upright, a pleased smile on his lips as he inspected the lightly scorched skin of her breasts. Red and raw, they still throbbed and stung Melinda, but weren't quite ready for carving. Hearing her question, Adrian beckons Stephanie over, who hurriedly withdraws her hand from her between her thighs, looking deeply embarrassed that she was caught masturbating in public. "Given you claimed her breast meat, why don't you give her a taste test?" Adrian told Stephanie.

Stephanie looks from Adrian to Melinda then back again, seemingly unsure of herself, if this was a real offer. Her cheeks flushed further in excitement as she took the opportunity to move closer to Melinda, inspecting her chest, her mouth practically drooling at the sight of Melinda's large bust now marred with dark lines from the grill where her skin had cooked more thoroughly. She leans forward, closer to Melinda, then brushes her long hair back behind her ear to make sure there's nothing between her and the meat. She parts her lips and hers her pink tongue slip out, its moist tip ever so gently touching Melinda's nipple before the rest of Melinda's mouth followed. She moans and wraps her lips around Melinda's breast, suckling on her, grinding her tongue against the cooked meat of Melinda's nipple.

Adrian looks to Melinda, "I think that's a yes?" With Stephanie so fixated on Melinda's breasts, she pays no heed to Adrian as he grasps Stephanie's wrists and pulls them behind her back, pulling out a cord from his belt, he starts tying her arms together...

Melinda gasped and moaned in reverie as her old friend's tongue, then lips teased and suckled on her seared breastmeat. Meat that had once produced award winning milk for Adrian, now dry, empty, and cooked partially through. Some of the melted fat from her enormous prizes made for a delicious flavor, seeping through her nipple as if it were her new 'milk'. It was a savory, meaty flavor, like well developed veal almost. She shuddered and leaned forward, offering more to the distracted woman, and despite herself, said nothing when she saw Adrian coming up from behind with a length of chord. Melinda told herself that... Steph might resist, at first, much like she did during that first year, but soon enough The fellow mature would come to like it... Adore it even. Forget what life was like at all outside the stalls.

As Steph indulged in the lovely flavours she tasted in Melinda's breast, she began to lightly bite down. Squeezing out more delicious fats from the skin and into her eager mouth. She eagerly lapped up every bit of dribbling fat that rolled down Melinda's juicy breasts. Meanwhile Adrian finished tying the knot around Steph's arms and grinned at his mother like they were sharing a secret. He reached up to Steph's shoulders, ever so lightly touching the straps of her dress, as he lifted them up and over her shoulders. Steph continued not to react to Adrian undressing her as her lacey bra was exposed. Adrian gently slid the dress over Steph's wide hips then let them drop to the dirt by her feet. It didn't matter if they got dirty, those clothes were just scraps now, the former clothing for a fresh cow-girl. Steph only seemed to react once Adrian grasped the thin band of her thong and began pulling down, exposing her wet lower lips to the crowd. She started to lift her head away from Melinda's bust, looking around in panic, "w-w-what?" Adrian let go of her panties and let them snap against her thighs, he thrust his hand up agaisnt the back of Steph's head, pushing her forward and back against Melinda's breast.

"Keep tasting" he commanded. "This is what you sold your independence for. You're my cow now. So enjoy Melinda while you can. Do you think she'll be a good cow Melinda? You knew her well, do you think she'll taste good when I cook her too?"

"Ohhh... S-Steph honey..." Melinda began, smiling down at her. "I-I'm so proud of you. I couldn't imagine a better c-cow to take my p-place..." she said swaying her torso a bit to wobble her fat boobs in the surprised woman's face. She then turned to face her boy. "Oh m-master... Sh-she'll be an excellent cow. Sh-she just... m-might need a bit more hormones to make as much milk as I did..." She cooed slightly as the woman suckled on her fatty mammaries. "M-master is very good at... e-excercising us Steph. You're going to l-love it here!"

As Melinda looked down on Steph, Steph looked back up at her as she suckled on Melinda's breasts. Steph's eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and arousal, she seemed to calm on hearing Melinda's words though. Growing more enthusiastic about licking Melinda's bust. Adrian resumed pulled down her panties and unclasping her bra, leaving Steph as nude as Melinda, except for the high heels she still stood in.

Melinda groaned and leaned forward into the new acquisition more and more with each passing moment, almost getting to the point that she could grind her moist womanhood against the now naked woman's own crotch, while a look of ecstacy and pain greeted any audience that was still watching.

"Hey boss?" came the voice of a girl slightly older than Adrian. "Some of the herd is getting pretty anxious at all the people out here. Can I use the..." She paused. "Oh... My... God... MOM?! Is that you?" the girl didn't know whether to sound horrified or humored at the sight. "Mom? You're... fucking naked in front of all these people!"

Steph's face grows a ruby red as she looks to her daughter in embarrassment. "Miley! H-h-el..." She exclaims before Adrian pushes her mouth back against Melinda's breast. Adrian grins to Miley. "Your mother is the latest addition to the herd." He leans over and slaps Steph on the ass, her bare ass cheek quivers from the impact. "You don't have a problem with that do you?" Several members of the crowd were watching the scene now, laughing at this unexpected development.

The girl pauses for a moment, as if deep in thought, even going so far as to stroke her chin thoughtfully. She waits for Steph's eyes to return to her, before she gives a malicious grin. "Hmm... Nah... Now I get all her stuff, and maybe a cunt steak from her in my near future?" Slowly, she walks up and whispers in the woman's ear. "Karma, for you trying to constantly get me off the farm. I like it here, and now I'm gonna like it even more."

Steph's brow furrows as she glares at Miley, the intimidating effect somewhat diminished by her being naked and having a mouth full of Melinda's breast. Adrian yanks her hair back, causing Steph to yelp in pain as she's pulled back, before he shoves her towards Miley. Steph finds herself stumbling as her high heels become entangled with what remains of her dress on the ground beneath her. She tries to regain her balance but with her arms bound between her back, she topples towards Miley.

Miley holds out her arms to catch the suddenly clumsy woman, grinning from ear to ear. Being a farmhand has its perks. One of them easily distinguishable at the moment being lots of excercise. She was surprisingly strong, and plucked the woman up out of her tangled shoes. "Mine..." she whispered into the milf's ear.

For her part, Melinda was left to Adrian's mercy, her tits reddened and partially cooked, and her body at large, far too tired to resist now...

"Take care of her" Adrian commanded Miley, nodding his head towards Steph, before turning his attention back to his mother. "I think we've kept out guests hungry long enough? We need to get you cooked mommy! You've got a lot of hungry people to feed here. They're all eager to have a part of you." He gently rests his hand on her shoulder and starts steering her towards a much larger BBQ pit with several stacked logs below it and a long metal spike resting upright alongside it.

Melinda shivered at the sight, and passed a worried glance to the lad, then back to the cruel looking spike. "I-is that... going... i-inside me master?" she asked nervously, regaining a bit of apprehension at knowing the end was rapidly approaching now.

"Oh yes! It's going in all the way from your well-used pussy to your worthless lips! You'll be alive for the whole thing too, wriggling meat is the tastiest. You might even enjoy it, the other cows seemed to get off on it. Maybe it's pleasureable? Not that it matters to me, you're going on that spit whether you want to or not." Adrian leads Melinda to a picnic table alongside the pit. He gestures Melinda towards the table.

The woman gives him one final, pouty glance before crawling up onto the table, first by pressing her aching tits onto the surface, squishing them to the side, and then lifting one leg at a time up, revealing her worn, but still pretty, lady lips to all around. Increasingly shakily, she then straightens her body out along the table's length. "I-I'm... s-scared m-master..." she then admits, looking out at the barbecue party going on without her...

"Hush now!" Adrian presses his finger against Melinda's lips. "This is what you were destined for, to be cooked for my pleasure. You're meat, and meat is eaten. You should be glad to have fulfilled your role in life!" He reaches over to the BBQ pit and pulls the metal spit towards him. It's enormous, towering over Adrian at twice his height. He grabs it firmly with both hands. "Now do I need to tie you down or will you be a good girl?"

"I... I... I..." she freezes there, stuttering for what seems like an eternity to her, before she raises her soft, round butt into the air to make her birthing tunnel an easy target for him. "I-I'll b-be good..." she swallows. "I hope..."

"You've been a good cow," he comments. He looks up to the head of the spit as he swings it down, stepping back a few paces to give himself room, he lines it up with Melinda's pussy lips. He gradually moves in, the crowd watching avidly. The tip shakes a little as Adrian moves closer, the sharp point weaving around. Melinda feels a sharp poke in her right ass cheek as the spit misses slightly, causing a smattering of laughter in the crowd. Adrian scowls then adjusts his aim, thrusting the spit towards Melinda's exposed pussy lips. The cold hard metal presses up against them, squeezing the folds apart as it begins to enter into Melinda.

"O-owiiieee!" cries the milf at the jab, before giving a different 'O' face once the pointed spear finds its way into her sensitive love canal. "Ngh... Ahhhh! I-I feel it.. i-inside me master!" She bites her lips, trying to hold herself in for a moment before she has to speak again. "Nnhhhhh! It's so... h-haaaaaarrrrd! It hurts!" She can't help herself as she begins to squirm like a worm on a hook. "MNhhhhhh... I-it hurts... good... Hurts... Feels...l-like it's going to fill me up!"

Adrian relentlessly pushes the spit in, the tip widening and stretching her labia wide, it's smooth metallic surface gliding along her wet inner folds, forcing its way deeper into her. Melinda has never felt so full as it fulls her up so completely, and keeps coming, more and more, deeper and deeper. She feels a slight stinging sensation as it breaks through into her midriff, pushing its way deeper into her body. Her movement starts to become restricted as the metal spit goes through her body, locking her in place. The crowd watches closely, enjoying the sight of her squirming, excited to see the finale.

The woman squeals and stiffens up as the pointed pole presses through her defenseless body. Her instinct tells her she should be pulling into a fetal position, but the rod, pushing straight through her denies her even this motion. "M-master! It's inside me! It it... Awk!" That squawk is the last sound she makes, as the pointed, jagged tip forces its way between her lips, once so kissable and soft. Now just a convenient exit hole for the cruel spear. She goes crosseyed, watching the metal pole move further and further out of her. She knows it's far too late for her now. Even if it were pulled out... the damage was done. It was time to fulfil her destiny.

The crowd gives a gentle round of applause as Melinda is fully spitted. Adrian gives them a bow, pleased that he's done so well with his merchandise. He takes Melinda's ankles and ties them to the spit, leaving her hands still tied behind her back using her braided hair. He yells over for one of his farmhands to give him a hand as they lift up the spit and Melinda with it. Melinda feels her entire body weight shift from laying on the table to hanging off the spit. It's an odd sensation with the spit all the way through her, she's neither resting on nor hanging from it. It's just... inside her. As Adrian and the farmhand take the spit and position it over the unlit BBQ pit, she feels every jostle of the metal poke, every shake, every indentation in the metal. As he tongue presses against the metal, she feels slight indents in it, teeth marks from the dozens and dozens of cowgirls who have been roasted exactly like this before her. She is but one of many, both before, and no doubt to come.

Melinda softly whimpers, still staring crosseyed at the instrument of her demise as it protrudes from her mouth. Her teeth find a niche in one of the dents left be her predecessors, and gradually, as the metal warms to her body heat, she finds herself slowly sliding her birthing hips forward and back. A soft moan reverberates around the pole. As she pulls her body up just a mite, she discovers that it presses against her inner clit. Faster, her eyes roll back, and pleasure juices begin to dribble onto the well used pole...

"Hear that mom?" Miley begins, pulling Steph's leash in. "That applause means they just spitted your old friend. Aren't you excited? That's gonna be you some day. Some day soon if you turn out to be a crap milker..."

Adrian looks over his mother squirming on the spit. He takes his hand and rests it on her upper back before moving it down her bare and exposed body, down her lower back, and cups her ass cheeks. He watches as Melinda lightly grinds against the spit and laughs. "Look! He calls to the crowd, she likes it!" Adrian reaches back into his belt and pulls out an egg vibrator which he holds up in front of Melinda, as she can no longer turn her head to see. He taps it between her shoulderblades, then moves it down, following the route his hand had taken a moment before. Melinda feels the hard nub of it pressed against her lower back, and then pressed between her ass cheeks. It pries then apart slightly as it's round shape squeezes between them. She feels it nestled up against her tight little asshole where Adrian pauses. "Do you think you deserve it?" Adrian asks his mother as he toys with whether to push it into her or not.

Meanwhile Steph looks to her daughter with a mix of fear and arousal. Hearing the crowd clap, she tries to turn her head to see past the crowd, but a swift jolt of the leash returns her gaze to her daughter. She can't believe this is happening. She was meant to be in that crowd, she was meant to be watching Melinda cook! How had it come to this, with her a cow-girl and under Miley's control?

"Unnnhhh hnnnnhhhh!" Melinda tries to reply with an "uh huh" but alas, the pole muffles her words. Finally, she tries to slide her rear backwards along the pole, hoping to catch the toy, or at least encourage her son togive it to her. "Mnnhhhh!" already her pussy juices dribble more and more along the pole, particularly the trail behind her each time she moves forward. Why had she let herself become such a... a snuff slut? Why did she enjoy this so much? She didn't have time to think of it. SHe wanted to enjoy what little time she might have left...

"Uh uh. Mom. No spoilers." the girl says with a mischievous grin as he pulls the woman back to look at her. "I want to let your imagination do all of the work..."

Adrian applied more pressure to the egg, its head starting to squeeze her asshole open. Melinda feels his fingers against her ass cheeks, rubbing up against the egg as he gradually pushes it in. It stretches her wider and wider before it finally reaches the widest point, and her asshole begins pulling it in all on its own. As the egg begins to disappear as her asshole closes around it, Adrian presses the twitch and it turns on, a heavy thrumming sensation runs through Melinda. She feels the whole spit lightly vibrate as the egg presses up against it inside her. While whole body vibrates with it, making her feel like she's being fucked at both ends by a giant 6ft dildo.

Meanwhile, Steph looks to her daughter with a conniving look before her expression turns a mock pleading. "You could let me go! Adrian doesn't need to know. I'll even ask your father about increasing your allowance!" Steph tries to give off a commanding motherly aura, but it's hampered by her being completely nude.

Melinda's eyes rolled back in pleasure as her previously mild (by comparison) stimulation instantly jumped to mind numming levels. "MNGH!! NNMMHHH Mnnhhhhhh!" :heart: She began humping the pole that pierced her curvy, sensitive body as though it would be the last enjoyable thing she'd ever be able to do, which in all honesty, it was. A steady trickly of love juices began to dribble down into the still unlit firepit, and dangle precariously from a slight string along the pole where she glided forward and back along its length.

Miley scratched her chin, as if deep in thought. "Hmmm... Well..." She suddenly forced Steph down to her knees. "I don't think so, fat cow... I can't wait to see you squirming on a pole some day. Now... stand still..." With that, she materialized a syringe full of a light blue fluid, and cruelly hovered it over the poor woman's bosom.

Adrian looks satisfied with his meat-prep and gives Melinda one last hard final slap on the ass, watching how both her ass and breasts jiggle from the shock. He takes a match, lights it, and drops it into the pit. Watching the flames flicker and grow, stepping back a bit as the heat increases. Melinda feels the wave of warm air rush over her lower body, her cooked breasts a little numb, but still noticing the heat. Melinda feels her whole body being to tingle from the heat, she's really being cooked. This is it. This is really happening. Adrian disappears for a few moments and returns with a damp towel that he wraps his hand in to protect it from the heat and then lightly dabs Melinda's forehead with. "I don't want your lovely face to burn after all, that's getting mounted in the hallway. I have a nice spot laid out for you, next to Sophie and Abigail. Do you remember those cow-girls? Weren't they also your friends back in your free days?

Meanwhile Steph crumples to her knees, her fear momentarily turning to anger. "You can't do this Miley! I order you to let me go! Stop it! Now! Don't you dare inject me!!!" Her voice grows ever more high pitched and frantic as nothing she says seems to make a difference. Her breasts quiver in fear as she watches the needle move closer to her. She struggles in Miley's grasp, but it's nothing Miley isn't used to.

"M-mmnnhhh! MMMM!" the woman wants to resist the sheer painful pleasure of it all, for as long as she possibly can, but her increasingly desperate riding of the spit, and the louder and louder sizzling as her love fluid drips into the fire, proves otherwise. "Mnghh! Ahm k... k-kuuuknghh!" she realizes once more aloud, as though she hadn't already come to this conclusion several times.

"Oh come on mom... I'm only going to get to do this to you once. The least you could do is try to say something the other cows haven't already said." the cruel daughter says with a mischievous smile. "Aaaaaand Here." She suddenly jabs the syringe deep into a wobbly, quivering titty, chuckling as she does, and Steph begins to feel a slight... tingling sensation, as if someone had just injected her full of cooling mint, of all things. "Theeeerrre... Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asks with mocking tone, as if she were talking to a child.

As Melinda starts to sizzle on the spit, guests come and go, inspecting her heaving bosom as it hangs below her, still criss-crossed with the marks from the grill earlier. A few of them enjoy giving her a small poke, watching her wriggle in response, feeling her tender her meat is becoming. Adrian periodically returns to check on her, poking her ass with a fork to watch her twitches diminish each time as her meat cooks through. Each time he wipes her brow with a damp towel, ensuring she's kept alive as long as possible, keeping her hair and face from burning.

Meanwhile Steph watches her daughter with wide eyes as she brings the needle closer to her, its tip pricking into her soft breast meat effortlessly. Her eyes bulge more in the sight of it than the slight paint, still not quite believing what was happening. She tries to pull herself back, leaving her breasts jiggling in her daughter's grasp. "W-w-what was that?" She asks apprehensively. Despite the rough treatment, she feels a heat start rising in her loins, much to her embarrassment.

Melinda's eyes flutter open and closed, both as dopamine rises and falls with her pleasure, and as the flames cruelly lick at her body. "Mnhhh... Mmmmm... NNHHH!" She moans and squeals around her metal gag, giving as much of a show as she can for each passing guest, imagining what each will take of her when the time comes. Slowly, her savory, smooth flesh goes from pink, to red, to deeply tanned, and finally... dark brown, as her eyes stare weakly into the distance. Her humping of the pole slows when her muscles become too cooked to react anymore... and she knows it won't be long until her poor, curvy body is pieced out to hungry patrons, and she's just a trophy for her son.

"Lactation hormones silly..." Miley says, as if Steph should know. "Hopefully we'll have you producing by my shift tomorrow, then I can squeeze these titties dry for the first time since I was a baby." She licks her lips at the jiggly display. "Gosh mom... I can't wait to use and abuse you... just like Adrian did to poor Melly... Hehe..."

Adrian pokes Melinda's round, browned ass cheeks with a long fork, its prongs easing smoothly into the cooked meat. "I think she's ready" he calls to the crowd as he walks around to her head, seeing her closed eyes, he pinches her nostrils shut. He waits a moment... two... before Melinda's eyes flutter open weakly. "Good! She's still alive for the carving." He gently strokes her forehead, "you've been such a good cow mother, providing me with so much milk, never complaining when I felt a late-night urge to fuck something, you were such a good role-model for the other cow-girls. They all looked up to you, and now you've fulfilled your fate to become meat." He beckons over to one of his farmhands and the two of them carefully lift the spit off the stand and over to a large picnic table. With a bit of a heave and a few grunts, they manage to spin Melinda around so she comes to rest on her back on a large silver platter setup in the centre of the table. Melinda is just able to make out the guests around her beginning to gather, giving her their full attention as they eagerly lick their lips and anticipate their meal.

"You're going to MILK me?!?!" Steph gasps and lowers her gaze from Miley to her breasts. She wriggles them slightly, feeling the weight of them swing against her chest, mentally thinking of them growing, how much larger they'll be, how they'll soon be milk producing machines and the rest of her being pure meat attached to the milk. Even as her cheeks burned in embarrassment, she felt herself growing wet, the growing warmth of her crotch called out for attention. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her own daughter was doing this to her? She was going to abuse her? Why was she getting excited at the thought?!?

The doomed woman wanted to swallow... Maybe to squeal, or even moo one last time, but all that emerged from her mouth was a weak... timid groan. This was it... the last show she'd ever give. The last thoughts she'd ever have. Deep down in her mind, despite her delusions that her son would never hurt her... she knew this was coming... one day. Her weakened eyes could barely even move, but they slowly dragged about, looking for the knife that would be her fate.

"Well duh mom... What do you think cows are for." Miley looked down for a moment to spot her growing need. "Oh... My... God mom... You're wet?! Hah! You're such a pervert... such a milkslut..." She got intensely close to the woman's face. "By the time I'm done with you... you're gonna be a meatslut too. Understand? You're gonna be begging to be used like the dumb animal you are..." She gave a cruel smile.