Cow 13

Part 3

Us cows never got taken out for exercise, only to service one or more of Tony's clients. Sometimes a whole group. Tony made no bones about why we got no exercise. He said he was tenderizing us for the meat market. He hinted they was mostly Asian and claimed he could get big bucks for us at some auction that was coming up. I gathered there was some kind of underground association of rich businessmen who had worked up a taste for fresh girl meat and were willing to part with lots of cash to see young women snuffed and roasted, especially pretty, well endowed white chicks. Like me.

In the meantime, he figured having us fucked once or twice or even fifteen times a day wouldn't spoil the tenderizing process and would help pay for our upkeep. (What upkeep? Fifty cents a day for barely edible food?)

Aside from nursing on cocks and being pulled along by our tit leash to the shower or to a room with a mattress upstairs to spread our legs or ass cheeks for a client, the most exercise we got in a day was trying to twist our bodies over the fucking slop bucket so we could piss and shit in it with our head stuck in the stanchion.

We wasn't even allowed to wash ourselves. A goon would chain our wrists to a ceiling ring in the shower and scrub us down with a stiff brush that hurt like hell. He would pay special attention to our cunt and tits, of course, and sometimes fucked us right there in the shower if he felt like it. The one they called Jerry was especially sadistic. He was fond of making me cry by fisting me or twisting my rings viciously. He also liked to ram a prickly cucumber up my cunt, then eat it. Or he'd shove a big carrot up my ass and get it all covered with shit, then make ME eat it.

Sometimes, if the goons was busy elsewhere, one of Tony's street whores would shower us. Some of them was as sadistic as the men, but mostly they was a lot nicer to us. One of the lezzies, an older woman named Sam, probably in her late twenties, would wash me real gentle, then kiss and lick me all over. She'd kneel down, drape one of my legs over her shoulder and lick my pussy till I came six or seven times! I wouldn't have minded hanging in that shower all day if she'd keep licking.

But that's how it went. Day after mostly silent day. Surviving each day one at a time with my head clamped between wooden poles, useful only as a place to stuff stiff sausages and foreign objects for the amusement of the paying public and no-neck handlers. Hoping against hope for rescue while waiting to be auctioned off for meat.

Every time the door to our make-believe barn banged open, I prayed it was another platoon of cops like the ones who busted the Knobscot bunch, only this time arriving BEFORE it was too late. But it was not to be. Wherever this place was, none of these girls was about to rat out Tony. I suspect that he had wised up and stopped threatening them, maybe even paid them to feed us. God knows how he explained us to them. The new cows coming in seemed more confused and scared than pissed, so I suspect he was having his goons snatch girls off the street — runaways and whores from rival pimps. But of course, none of us could talk, so who knows?

There was twelve of us in the barn the day they come for us. Cows 10 through 21. Tony put every damn one of us up for sale. He'd pretty much stopped being pissed at us original four so there was no singling us out to sell to the meanest bidders, so far as I could tell. We was just merchandise like the others. The whores that had been feeding us was there in the warehouse where the auction block was set up. They spent some time trying to make us look human again, more attractive, before the bidders showed up. They combed and fixed our hair, put makeup on us and made sure we was clean and smelled nice. They even let us brush our teeth and rinse out our mouths.

Before the bidders were let in, we was led to a long rail and tethered to it by our tit or cunt leashes, our hands cuffed behind us. There was seven bidders, but only three looked Asian. Two was women. They all paraded by us, feeling our tits and legs and asses, checking our teeth and hair. One guy stuck a finger up the cunt of every one of the girls, checking for tightness I guess.

For some reason we'd been lined up along the rail according to height, and that's the order we was auctioned off. I was third to go, being one of the shortest. The bidding was in English, which surprised me because the bidders had been yammering among themselves in totally weird languages. And I was amazed at the prices they were bidding!

The first girl, a shy little thing with light brown hair, a nice figure and cute little tits, went for $7,500. The second girl was more full bodied, but not fat. Her boobs were average but firm with pointy nipples. Her best feature was her face — really pretty with bright blue eyes set off by black hair. She fetched $12,100.

Stupid as it sounds, the only thing I was thinking about was how humiliating it would be if I got a lower bid. I did have a few things going for me. I was one of the few natural blondes in the lineup and I've never had any complaints about my face and figure, especially my 38C boobs. But I was blown away when one of the two women bid $20,000 for me. I actually felt flattered. At first. Then, as they led me off the auction block by my tit leash and out to the shipping section it hit me. I'd just been sold like a fucking animal! But what would I be used for? Fucking or eating?