I have been at the breeding farm for a few weeks. By what I know of my mother’s time at the Reparations Farm we are relatively well treated. The food is good and plentiful. We have access to a fully equipped gym instead of exercising by digging ditches under a hot sun one day and filling it back the next day. We aren’t the sex toys of overseers as mother had been. The facility is air conditioned and we have running water and toilets that flush. The outdoor area is nice to relax when the weather is nice. We are allowed bi-weekly visits though through a glass partition.
But there is where things go downhill. We are treated well but in our controlled and less than private confinement. We have no clothing and for at least five years we will never leave the compound- that is if we get lucky and are successfully inseminated our first month there. Privacy, alcohol, cigarettes (even Madame Wu’s), and of course freedom is in our past or our distant future. Though I have heard it will change when our ovulation cycle is established we are inseminated once every ten hours for the first month we are here. When our cycle is established the insemination sessions will be tapered back to five days- two before our peak time and two after the peak day- but the sessions would be only 8 hours apart. As it was so eloquently worded to us there is no use wasting semen on a cow that is not ready to breed.
Don’t think that this breeding is the same as having sex or even being raped. It is much less personal than that. For me it is my obligation. For the studs it is their job.
Each heifer is assigned two studs. If the heifer is impregnated the child has on their birth record a number that identifies the parentage of the cow and the siring stud. This is done to prevent a brother and sister from marrying (and first cousins in some states) with Arkansas and Louisiana being the exception- you can marry whoever you want.
I have gotten used to the routine after a few weeks. Don’t get me wrong- I don’t like it! A half-dozen of us are brought to the breeding pens and lay back on the padded boards. That is me second from your right.
Since I have behaved my wrist aren’t bound behind the board. It’s supposed to be a reward but I feel like I have traded my last bit of pride for a bit of comfort. None of the others have done so. The boards are tilted back and we are shoved though the rubber flaps. Out of my sight my legs are lifted, spread, and fixed in leather shackles. I have never seen my two studs but I know which one is doing me. As I call ‘stud #1’ he does his ‘job’ and leaves. This session is ‘stud #2’. He is every bit as well-endowed but may have a brain and some compassion. Instead of slamming his cock into and pumping me full of seed and leaving me hanging from my ankles with my legs spread above my head yet out of my sight on the other side of the pod wall he takes his time to rub my clit and slowly strokes me with his long fat cock.
If I have to be a cow I hope it is with #2’s seed.
It doesn’t matter who does me. I’ll hang from ankles for an hour after he’s done.
-Kathy B. Summers
Kathy has no idea that the lottery heifers do not have it as good as she does…
Tree
But there is where things go downhill. We are treated well but in our controlled and less than private confinement. We have no clothing and for at least five years we will never leave the compound- that is if we get lucky and are successfully inseminated our first month there. Privacy, alcohol, cigarettes (even Madame Wu’s), and of course freedom is in our past or our distant future. Though I have heard it will change when our ovulation cycle is established we are inseminated once every ten hours for the first month we are here. When our cycle is established the insemination sessions will be tapered back to five days- two before our peak time and two after the peak day- but the sessions would be only 8 hours apart. As it was so eloquently worded to us there is no use wasting semen on a cow that is not ready to breed.
Don’t think that this breeding is the same as having sex or even being raped. It is much less personal than that. For me it is my obligation. For the studs it is their job.
Each heifer is assigned two studs. If the heifer is impregnated the child has on their birth record a number that identifies the parentage of the cow and the siring stud. This is done to prevent a brother and sister from marrying (and first cousins in some states) with Arkansas and Louisiana being the exception- you can marry whoever you want.
I have gotten used to the routine after a few weeks. Don’t get me wrong- I don’t like it! A half-dozen of us are brought to the breeding pens and lay back on the padded boards. That is me second from your right.
Since I have behaved my wrist aren’t bound behind the board. It’s supposed to be a reward but I feel like I have traded my last bit of pride for a bit of comfort. None of the others have done so. The boards are tilted back and we are shoved though the rubber flaps. Out of my sight my legs are lifted, spread, and fixed in leather shackles. I have never seen my two studs but I know which one is doing me. As I call ‘stud #1’ he does his ‘job’ and leaves. This session is ‘stud #2’. He is every bit as well-endowed but may have a brain and some compassion. Instead of slamming his cock into and pumping me full of seed and leaving me hanging from my ankles with my legs spread above my head yet out of my sight on the other side of the pod wall he takes his time to rub my clit and slowly strokes me with his long fat cock.
If I have to be a cow I hope it is with #2’s seed.
It doesn’t matter who does me. I’ll hang from ankles for an hour after he’s done.
-Kathy B. Summers
Kathy has no idea that the lottery heifers do not have it as good as she does…
Tree
