[F4A] First Day at the Dairy Farm [Script Offer] [First Person Narration] [Depraved] [Human Cattle] [Enslaved by Orcs] [Rape] [Impreg] [Breeding] [Birthing] [Milking] [Eventually consensual?] [Choosing the carrot over the stick]

BACKGROUND/CONTEXT: You are a human woman! Boring, I know. But don't worry - the orcs that captured you know just how to use you!

You were a huntress, once, heading into the forest that neighbored your village in search of deer, birds, and rabbits. But one day, you stumbled across an orc scouting party, and were discovered. You tried to escape, but they were much faster than they appeared. To their great amusement, you were captured, bound, and thrown into a wagon with several other kidnapped women, your fates unknown.

The other girls are terrified, looking around wildly. You do your best to stay calm, because you're fairly certain that you already know your fate. You've heard the rumors of what happens to women who are captured by orcs. After days of travel, the wagon finally stops, and one of your captors orders you out. As you step out into the daylight, looking around at the beautiful green pastures and hills around you, you immediately realize that the rumors are true.

You wonder if it would have been better to die in that forest, or if you would have preferred working yourself to death in some slave-mine. But no, you girls aren't going to be slaves. The orcs won't even give you that decency.

You're going to be cattle - happily bred and milked by orcs for the rest of your days.

VOICE: Calm, observing. Your character won't speak for a while. When voicing the lines of other women, put emotion into it. When the orcs finally turn their attentions to you, allow some fear/disgust to creep into your voice. You choose the carrot over the stick, however, so you should sound resigned to your fate.

Sound effects are optional but recommended. Feel free to make changes to fit your own style!

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Finally, the wagon has stopped.

I'm not sure how many days I've been a prisoner. At least a week must have passed by now, surely. Our captors only allow us out every so often, so it is difficult to measure the passage of time, let alone my location.

I glance around at the other girls inside the wagon. Like me, their hands are bound behind their backs. Their eyes dart back and forth, quivering with terror.

I do my best to stay calm, and swallow my anxiety. I think I know where we are - and if I'm right, I think I would have rather died back in that forest.

I used to be a huntress - not that it matters anymore. That's how the orcs captured me - I went out into the woods, before the sun had fully risen to hunt for deer and rabbits, when I stumbled upon an orc raiding party. The crack of a stray branch betrayed my position, and the orcs were more nimble than they appeared. I screamed for help, but no one came, and the green brutes laughed as they bound me, throwing me into one of their slave wagons.

And now, stuck in this wagon with five other captured women, I've arrived at my new home.

The back of the wagon opens up, and a grinning orc orders us to exit. The light outside is blinding, and I move to cover my eyes with my hands, forgetting that they are bound behind me. I clench my teeth, looking down and shuffling forward as my eyes adjust from the darkness of the wagon.

(birds chirping in the background to give the immersion of a beautiful countryside, other sound effects if you like)

It takes a minute, but I can finally take in my surroundings. We're on a large stretch of grassland, green and vibrant with life. Birds chirp in the background, fluttering to and fro among the butterflies, and mossy hills undulate and stretch out in the distance. The air is perfectly cool and temperate, and the sky is a clear, bright blue with only a few fluffy clouds floating by.

And as I look around, spying the wooden fences, the large red barns, and the idyllic pastures - I realize that the rumors were true. This place really exists.

I dart my eyes around, looking for an opportunity. If I'm ever going to have a chance to escape, this is going to be it.

But the orcs waste no time, and four more of them appear, shepherding the six of us towards the perimeter fence of the Ranch. It's a surprisingly low fence, one that I could easily jump over. Why would the orcs have such a pitiful fence to keep their slaves in place?

It's not long before we are marched up to the entrance gate, where more orcs await, waving at their companions. They greet each other, exchanging small talk about the previous night, before opening the gate and ordering us through. We are told to stand in a line, and to wait for 'Boss'.

Two of the girls - sisters, by the look of it - are practically quaking in fear, and huddle up next to each other for support. Another woman stands tall with a determined expression on her face. She still has a few pieces of armor on her - a captured soldier or mercenary, most likely.

Finally, a towering hulk of green muscle appears from around the corner of the barn, lumbering towards us with the easy gait of someone who's in no hurry. He hasn't bothered to wear any clothes, and I turn my eyes elsewhere without making a scene. One of the terrified sisters, however, lets out a yelp at the sight of his bulging, green member, and the enormous orc grins and lets out a laugh.

'Boss' moves over to stand right in front of her. He's nearly three feet taller than her, and his disgusting sex organ flops right in front of her face, swaying side to side. I keep my face straight and look ahead, but find myself unable to stop myself from watching through my peripherals.

The girl has frozen up in absolute terror, and tries to turn away. Her sister dons a fierce expression and shouts at the orc-

(with emotion) "D-do what you want with me, but leave my sister alone!"

'Boss' turns to her, one eyebrow raised, then lets out a hearty laugh. His subordinates echo his amusement, chuckling that new cattle always say the same things. Boss sighs happily as his amusement passes, then clears his throat.

It's time to begin, he declares, gesturing to his subordinates. "Get the new cattle out of their clothes."

The orcs move to action, one of them heading to each of us. The orc that has apparently chosen me licks his lips as he approaches, greedily chuckling to himself. My eyes furrowing, I refuse to look at him and stand with as much confidence as I can muster.

He laughs and moves behind me. Once he removes the strips of leather binding my wrists, his hands immediately rush up to my chest and start groping my breasts. As he begins to knead and massage them, he leans in close and grabs the back of my head, arching my neck towards him. I grit my teeth, refusing to look at him. He laughs and leans closer, extending a long, purple tongue that slithers over my neck, licking my skin and coating it in his vile saliva. At the same time, he gently pinches one of my nipples, and despite my best efforts, a small, breathy moan slips past my lips.

My cheeks flush in anger and he pulls away, content with his small victory for the moment. Then, he roughly grabs my hunter's tunic and tugs it upwards. I comply and bring my arms upwards, knowing that I'll receive more than a lick if I refuse. His eyes go wide as he strips my top and bra off, and he guffaws, telling his companions to get a look at me.

As they gather around and glance my way, my captor leans forward and takes one of my breasts into his hand, squishing and rolling my flesh before leaning down and wrapping his mouth around my nipple. Instinctively, I cry out and try to pull away, but he holds me in place with his other arm, preventing me from escaping. He eventually pulls off with a gasp, laughing. He says that he's in love with how huge my tits are, and that he can't wait to drink from me once he's made them even bigger.

I don't acknowledge this and look at the other girls as the orc strips me of my pants and underwear. One of the girls is crying, begging her orc not to do this, but he ignores her protests and strips her naked, giving her ass a firm squeeze with both of his hands. The two sisters have both been stripped, and their orcs are holding them facing each other, their chests rubbing together as the older tries to comfort the younger.

The captured soldier, however, still wears her armor. I watch as her orc moves in to strip her, she darts back, then delivers her knee into his groin with palpable force. The orc grunts in pain, stumbling backwards and cursing loudly, but doesn't collapse to the ground as the woman might have hoped. The other orcs laugh at him, one of them making a joke about work hazards. The orc gets up again, now laughing as all traces of the pain seem to have vanished, claiming that he loves breaking in the wild ones.

Gripping the captured soldier by the throat, he forces her to her knees, leaving his enormous penis dangling right in front of her face. With one hand, he grips his member, and slaps it across her face, making a loud smack. He does it again, and again, making her wince in pain as red marks begin to appear on her face.

Encouraged by his companions, he made a show of her punishment, slapping her with his dick until he eventually grows bored. He picks her up with his muscular arms, unfettered by the weight of her armor, and bends her over his knee, ripping her pants off with ease.

He fiercely slaps his hand against her naked ass, making it jiggle and causing her to grunt in pain.

"Naughty cattle," the orc laughs, continuing to spank her.

That was the first lesson that we would learn that day - pleasure, or pain. The carrot...or the stick.

We weren't people, not to these orcs. The only choice we could make was whether we would be obedient or not.

I'm not sure how much time had passed, but eventually, the Boss orc cleared his throat and told his subordinates that that was enough. A collar was locked around each of our necks, with a slender leash attached to it. Our captors led us in a procession across the grass, leading us across the Ranch.

After a few minutes, we reached a large, red barn. It bore a logo on the side, painted in white. A half-filled milk bottle in front of a fenced-off pasture, bearing the name 'Gronndale Farms, Incorporated'.

The six of us were ushered inside of the barn. The interior was warmly lit, and the floor was covered in soft hay. No one else seemed to be inside, save for one, older-looking orc, who carried a knobbly, wooden staff. This one had a beard, and was covered in tribalistic tattoos.

An orc shaman, then. A magic user.

The orc holding my leash gave a respectful nod and greeted the shaman in a language that I could not understand. The shaman replied, causing the orc holding my leash to gesture for me to kneel down. Reluctantly, I obeyed. I knew that magic users were fervently revered in orcish culture, and that offending one would not end well for me.

As I knelt down with my head hung low, the shaman approached, waving his staff and muttering some unknowable incantation. I felt a burning sensation on the side of my right arm, which soon repeated itself on the side of my right thigh. Wincing at the pinprick of pain, I turned to see that symbols had been etched onto my body, in the same fashion as the shaman's runic tattoos.

They were...numbers. Five hundred and eleven...

Was this my code? That...that couldn't be right, could it? Did this really mean that over five hundred women had been captured and brought here? How could that have happened?!

The orc that was apparently assigned to me gave a tug on my collar, and ordered me to step back. The magical branding process was repeated for the other girls, who each gained a number one higher than the last. The captured soldier woman was last, and her orc ordered her to walk forward. She refused to move, planting her feet and keeping her back straight.

The orc shaman sighed and walked towards her, beginning to mutter the incantation.

(short pause, serious tone) And then the woman spat in his face.

(short pause for effect) Her punishment was immediate. Her handler grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her back and kicked her to her knees. He gripped her throat, like before, but this time he [slapping noise] slapped her with the back of his hand with full force, making a sound so loud that I swore I could feel the sting of the impact. The woman was knocked off balance, falling onto the floor and landing face-first in the hay.

Behind us, 'Boss' grumbled something to himself and apologized to the shaman with a sigh, who silently wiped away the woman's saliva. Then, Boss ordered the soldier's handler to pick her up.

"Take her to the stocks," he said. "Any worker off their shift has free use of her for a week."

The handler acknowledged the order, and the other orcs grinned eagerly as the struggling woman was picked up and carried out on the orc's shoulder.

The greater the crime, the greater the punishment.

(small pause) The rest of us, now magically branded with our numbers, were led out of the building. It was time for the final stretch of our induction, Boss explained. As eager as his workers were to begin, we had to be showered and groomed, first. It was imperative that his cattle be clean and healthy, in order to produce the highest quality product.

(with emotion) "Why are you doing this?" One of the other girls demanded. "We're humans! Not cattle!"

Boss blinked at her for a moment, then burst into raucous laughter, along with the rest of his workers. He wiped tears from his eyes, sighing 'that one never gets old', then ordered everyone out of the building.

As we were led outside of the building, a distant chorus of feminine moans in the background grew louder and louder, and the other girls shivered as they realized that our fate was to join them.

On the way, we passed another building of red brick, and Boss paused to point at something through one of the building's windows. With more than a hint of pride, he explained that this was the bottling building, where all the fresh milk from his cattle ended up. Lines of peculiar machinery - apparently designed by goblin technicians - created a conveyor belt that whirred along, automatically picking up empty bottles and filling them with white fluid. The bottles were carried along into a smaller room, where another orc shaman was visible, enchanting the bottles with ice spells to keep them cool.

When Boss explained that delivery wagons came by every night to collect the milk, I realized something truly terrifying. (some fear and emotion) This place wasn't just a ranch - it was the cornerstone of an entire industry!

Boss signalled us onward, and we soon stopped in front of another building, this one made of wood. Instructing us to look through the window, we saw that this was the break room for the ranch staff. A group of goblins sat at a table, playing a round of cards. A young shaman sat on a couch, reading a book. And in the corner of the room...we saw our former companion, the captured soldier woman, looking out of a different window.

Her head was trapped in a hole in the wooden stocks, her hands bound behind her in sturdy metal chains. An orc farmhand was behind her, slamming his cock into her defenseless pussy with abandon. He sighed happily as he took his release inside the helpless woman, giving her ass a firm slap before stepping aside and allowing one of his colleagues to take a turn. The woman cried out, begging for forgiveness and asking him to stop, but he ignored her, and thrust into her even more roughly than the last orc.

I blinked, and before I knew it, we had arrived at the showers. Our handlers tugged us forward and turned the water valves, summoning a spray of warm water that rained down on top of us. My orc fetched a sponge and set about cleaning me, taking every opportunity to molest me, squeezing my ass and playing with my breasts at every chance he had. He pointed out my lack of resistance, laughing at me and calling me an eager slut, as he began to scrub at my thighs.

I did not acknowledge him, even as he smacked his lips and spread my legs further apart, sensually gliding his hand across my skin, inching ever closer to my womanhood.

He laughed again, claiming that he needed to make sure my insides were clean, too.

He inserted a finger inside of me, and despite my best efforts, I gasped at his intrusion. His finger was long, longer than a human's, and surprisingly flexible for its size. He delighted in my expression and began to toy with me. To my shock, this did not seem to be an act that was meant to break me in, or to punish me for my lack of response. The orc actually seemed genuinely interested in pleasuring me. Noticing my confused expression, the orc grinned and explained that the reason the farm did so well was because it had the highest quality product. And since happy cattle made the best product, it was in his best interests to give me as much pleasure as he could.

Our 'cleaning' session over, the five of us newly-cleaned cattle were again assembled in a line. Boss walked in front of us, inspecting us carefully before nodding to his workers in approval.

It was finally time. We had demonstrated good behavior so far, so he would allow us to join the herd out in the pasture. Again, we were led by our handlers, urged forward by the tug of the leashes around our necks. And as the chorus of lusty moans grew ever louder, we could pick out other sounds, as well.

The sounds of slapping flesh...masculine grunts...and feminine giggling, as well. We felt like we were being led to our impending doom, but these sounds conflicted us, so very much...it was surreal. We exchanged looks at each other, but none of us knew how to react.

And then, as we rounded one last corner, the true horror of this place was made clear.

Dozens... no, hundreds, of women were out in the pasture, each and every one of them attended to by at least one orc farmhand. And the vast majority of these women were clearly showing signs of the later stages of pregnancy.

Everywhere I looked, across the entire stretch of grassy pasture, there was sex. The sheer scale of it all made my head spin, and I felt my knees wobble.

One woman was on her back, her legs held wide by the orc that was slamming into her. Another was on her hands and knees, her handler gripping her head and facefucking her. Another was suspended in the air, held in between two orcs as they spitroasted her, her gravid belly swaying back and forth as they pounded into her.

But what captured my attention the most - and what truly terrified me - was that these women weren't being raped.

They were ecstatic. Each and every one of them had a happy and carefree expression, moaning happily as they were fucked on the grass. One woman was riding on top of her handler, hands interlocked with the orc. Another straddled her orc's lap, kissing him as she impaled herself on his cock and shook her hips.

My jaw fell to the ground and shattered into pieces - I couldn't believe that this was real. That this place operated on such a magnitude...it defied the imagination!

A particularly loud and joyous set of moans from my left drew my attention, shortly followed by the repeated clanging of a bell. The source of the moans was a red-haired woman with freckles, being fucked intensely by her handler. She was massively pregnant, with an enormous belly, and two swollen tits the size of grapefruits. The collar on her neck held a small bell, which jingled every time her orc thrust into her. The woman quivered and moaned under his assault in what was clearly a firecracker orgasm.

As the woman came, streams of milk dribbled out from her engorged nipples. Her handler leaned forward, pushed her tits together, and slipped both of her nipples into his mouth, using his free hand to squeeze and massage her, milking her into his mouth. This made her moan and shake even further, and she sensually writhed under his embrace as the orc greedily devoured her milk.

Then, Boss came up behind the orc and clapped him on the back of his head, gruffly scolding him and telling him to stop fucking the merchandise so roughly. He was drinking too much product, and any more would be coming out of his paycheck.

The farmhand quickly apologized, and reluctantly pulled his cock out of the squirming woman. As he did so, a jet of fluid followed his retreating cock, and the woman rolled onto her back, moaning and panting even louder than before. Boss quickly recognized this for what it was, and ordered his worker to spread her legs wider and help her through it.

The orc complied, moving to sit on her stomach and push her milky breasts together, slipping his cock between her tits and sliding past her lips. The woman accepted his dick into her mouth without protest, continuing to moan and squirm while she sucked on him.

The other girls that I had arrived with were frozen in place, watching in horror as the woman began to give birth. We could see the motions of her labor, see her pushing out her child. Impossibly, her moans seemed to hold no pain whatsoever, even as a green head began to crest out of her. With one final push, she orgasmed again, fully pushing out her offspring as pleasure coursed through her body.

Boss explained that well-behaved cattle received a second enchantment from the shamans, one that made birthing orcs pleasurable instead of painful. Belligerent ones - like the soldier woman - would be endlessly raped until they were broken. He also added that misbehaved cattle wouldn't receive the privilege of being milked by hand, and would instead be milked by automated pump - at all times.

Again, we had to choose. The carrot...or the stick.

The orc farmhand got off of her, and the new mother looked down at her orc baby with angelic grace, eyes shining with love. The farmhand cheered for the woman, telling her that she had been 'a good girl'.

Boss nodded in approval, ordering the farmhand to have the woman and her child taken to the nursery. Then, he turned to all of the spectators, and ordered them to get back to work.

It was finally our turn. My handler pushed me forward and caught me before I could fall, taking me in his huge arms. He laughed, pulling me against him and asking if I liked the show. He brushed a finger against my folds, grinning when he felt that I was wet.

"You really are an eager slut," he growled, beginning to rub his already-hard cock against my slit. Again, he grabbed my tits and began to play with them, licking my neck again and making me moan.

After toying with me for a while, he gently placed me on the ground, ordered me to my knees and told me to open my mouth. I placed my hands on his thighs as he thrust his massive cock into my mouth, trying not to gag.

He was so big - I knew I couldn't possibly fit all of him inside me. I gagged, and tried to pull back, but his hands flew to my head and forced me back onto him. He knew what I could take, and it was his choice to decide when I would get to breathe. He forced his cock further, deeper into my throat, before finally pulling back, and I coughed and sputtered.

He only gave me a moment's rest before thrusting it back in, shallower this time, and ordering me to lick. I complied, flicking my tongue across him and moving my lips back and forth over him.

As he forced me to pleasure him, he made it very clear what he was going to do with me - he was going to fuck me and force me to carry his child inside me. As my handler, it was his right to breed me. He said that he couldn't wait to see my huge tits grow even larger, to see milk spurt out of me as he brought me to orgasm, again and again.

I groaned needily, as the image of my future self slipped into my mind. I pictured my huge belly, my milky tits...so heavily swollen...so deliciously bred...

It was going to happen whether or not I wanted it...so I might as well enjoy it, right...?

Suddenly, I felt his organ swell up even larger inside of me, and my eyes shot wide in panic. I instinctively tried to pull back, but he did not allow me, holding me in place as he groaned in delight. Warmth shot outside inside my mouth, his release quickly piling up as it refused to slow down. I realized that he was not going to let me go, so my choice was to either swallow his cum, or suffocate.

He laughed, flashing a wicked smile as I gulped down his seed. And almost immediately, I felt it take effect on me, as tingling warmth began to spread through my body.

He explained that this was my 'feed'. For the rest of my life, orc semen would be my only source of nourishment.

I didn't understand it at the time, but he would later explain that orc cum was a mild narcotic, keeping the cattle happy and passive.

Laughing, he also added that it induced our ovulation, increasing our fertility and making us easier to breed.

My handler wasted no more time, bending me over, grabbing my legs, and pulling me towards him.

(Needy) Swallowing his cum was making me feel like I was burning up inside...I couldn't stand it anymore! I needed to get fucked!

I raised my ass into the air, wiggling it enticingly at him.

"Please," I gasped.

"Please, what?" he asked.

(needy moan) "Please fuck me..."

Laughing, he grabbed my ass and thrust into me, shoving his cock all the way into my depths. And as I felt his cock fill my cunt so perfectly, I realized that this was where I belonged. I moaned and giggled, adding my voice to the chorus of the orgy all around us.

My lover's next orgasm came quickly, and I screamed in ecstasy as I felt his warmth rushing through me, filling my womb, making me even needier for more cum.

My handler was far from finished and continued to thrust into me. As he slammed into me again and again, making my ass jiggle from the force of his attacks, he grabbed my breasts again and whispering into my ear, whispering again how he couldn't wait to drink from me.

I heard more blissful cries all around me, and saw that the other girls that I had arrived with were all in similar situations. One was being held in the air by her handler, clutching his body as he impaled her with his cock. Another was being fuck doggystyle, the same as me. The two sisters were forced to face each other, hands interlocked as they were fucked. Their orcs ordered them to rub their tits against each other and kiss each other, laughing as the sisters moaned into each other's mouths.

My handler came again, more hot cum spilling inside of me, filling me completely. His release seemed limitless, and my womb was drowned in his sperm, filled so completely that my belly already had a slight bulge.

The sight made me cackle in insane delight. I wanted it - I wanted to be bred by this orc, to produce milk for him and birth his child.

He grinned at my blissful, submissive expression, the sure sign of his victory. He fucked me again and again, feeding me more of his cum and assuring that I would soon be blossoming with his offspring. I soon lost all track of time, my rational mind slipping further and further away. All that mattered was breeding, and I grew happier and happier every time I felt the warm rush of cum inside of me.

This was my fate. For the rest of my days, I would be livestock, birthing orcs and having my milk bottled and sold as a commodity.

And I couldn't be happier.

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