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The Milkfarm IC

PsionicCuttlefish

PsionicCuttlefish

Supernova
Joined
Apr 10, 2012
The OOC thread is here.
The character profiles thread is here.

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The Sunny-Sweet Dairy Ranch appeared in all respects to be an ordinary farm. It sat at the end of a long road in the "middle of nowhere", and boasted acres of hilly grazeland for its herds of bovines. Cowboys rode out daily to gather up some of the bovines according to each's milking schedule, and wrangled them back to the main barn to be milked before letting them back out for grazing. And indeed, with such free-range bovines, it wasn't too difficult for unscrupulous individuals to occasional steal a bovine away in the night to test it, industrial espionage for those who tried to find out just what it was that made SweetmilkTM​ so irresistibly delicious. And yet, everyone who had stolen a bovine had found that they were completely ordinary, and produced completely normal milk, nothing special about it. Nobody could ever figure out the "secret ingredient", which, if it didn't come from the bovines themselves, must have been something added during the milking or bottling process in the main barn. And yet, while the peripheries of the grazelands only had ordinary fences, the main barn itself had state-of-the-art security, easily afforded by how much money that Sunny-Sweet's famous product brought in. Nobody would ever admit to bovine thefts of course, and nobody would ever do anything to get closer to the barn because it was too sure that they would be caught and exposed trying. Thus, nobody could ever figure out the secret of the Sweetmilk.

Nobody ever found out about the real cows, the real purpose of the Sunny-Sweet Dairy Ranch, hidden in the underground complex beneath the main barn...

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(IMPORTANT OOC REMINDER: All player IC posts should have the location that their post takes place given at the top of each post in BOLD ALLCAPS, either the name of a SPECIFIC ROOM/BUILDING on the farm as detailed in the OOC thread, or in the format of (CHARACTER NAME) CAPTURE SCENE for cows/ranchers that are playing one out.)
 
MAIN MILKING ROOM
(initial pings:
@ChrisGabriel for Anna Rowan,
@Freak_On_A_Leash for Opal Ross,
@LilFawn for Ashley Rosewood )

Slowly, Anna, Opal, and Ashley roused to wakefulness. All three of them felt groggy, as if coming out of a haze or an interrupted sleep. But as their senses returned to them, they would discover a number of things.

The redhead, Anna, would first realize she was being held in a spread-eagle position. She could move her limbs, but her wrists and ankles seemed firmly anchored in place. She was oriented in a diagonal, leaned-back position; there was something supporting her butt with a strap around her waist, something supporting the middle of her back with a strap around her torso just under her quite modest B-cup bust, and something supporting her neck and head, with a strap around her neck. Her breasts, meanwhile, felt rather achey and tender...as did the cock set into her groin. There was also a dull throbbing, tugging sensation on her right ear. She also felt a chill air over her skin...she was naked! Her nipples were stiff and strongly engorged, and her cock was stubbornly hard and erect.

Opal the pale-skinned brunette would find herself in a quite different position. Her feet were planted on the floor, but spread wide apart with her ankles locked in place. Her legs were vertical up to her ass, but there she was bent forward at 90*, with something flat and horizontal running up her spine. She had a strap around her waist, one around her chest just below her generous D-cup tits, and one around her neck, all holding her up instead of down along with two extra straps around her shoulders and armpits. Her elbows were jutting outward, with her hands both pulled up to a point above her head, wrists locked together and held in place. Her breasts also felt quite tender too, and she also had a dull throb and tug on her right ear, and she was also completely naked...and she also could feel a rather strong throbbing in her groin. Her nipples were swollen and hard.

And lastly, the tanned and brown-haired Ashley would find herself in a position nearly identical to Opal. Feet on the floor but spread apart, legs and ass vertical, upper body bent horizontal, straps around her body holding her supported up, wrists locked in place above and behind her head. The flesh of her own C-cup boobs ached, her right ear felt a little tugging sensation on it...and she too was naked. The nipples of her breasts too were puffy and sensitive.

Once the three of them had gained their senses enough to move their heads around--as much as their respective neck-straps would allow them--they could examine their surroundings. They were in a brightly-lit room, looking faintly like a hospital or a laboratory in terms of basic architecture. All three feminine individuals were restrained in skeletal frames of polished metal. All of them had their ankles and wrists bound in thick, large metal cuffs that nevertheless had cushioning lining the interiors. They could see each other, and the full extent of how their new 'companions' were bound...and they could see that there was a large, wide circle of more than a dozen different restraint-racks dominating the room, with each of them occupying one random rack in the circle. They could also each see that the other two individuals had a plastic bright-yellow tag with engraved large black numbers hanging from their right ears--which suggested what the dull stinging, tugging sensation in their own right ears was.

All three of them then heard a voice echo in the room; a clear, rich, masculine baritone voice. "Ah, the new cows have woken up...excellent."
 
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@Colonel_Liam , @slayygirl , @vertigis ; you three can work out your capture scenes yourselves and post at your own speed. Liam, your rancher-character can be in "two places at once", but the capturing of slayy and vert's cows can occur at different "in-game" times; once their capture scenes are complete, they can then be skipped through "processing" and be brought into the Main Milking Room at any time. @wiki234 should probably be able to take over for one of the capture scenes if they wish. (Clarification, if you wish, wiki, you could also potentially take over for one of the capture scenes that I am currently beginning)

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@dicequeer with Kiefer Derby, for your cow's capture scene, let's have your character begin by walking home along an unoccupied street in a city in the evening.

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Colonel_Liam with Clarissa Brown, for your cow's capture scene, have your character be heading towards her "first date" with her newest "boyfriend" that she's excited about who has been very polite with her so far and arrive in the evening at the parking lot of a diner he told her to meet him at...except the diner is abandoned and unoccupied.

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@SnakeOfSeduction with Asta Storm, for your cow's capture scene, go ahead and have her be on one of her quiet walks through a park in the evening.

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@bodman54 with Alex Smith, for your cow's capture scene, have him walk into a shady gang-run gambling establishment that he's in debt to but is planning on gambling his way out of.
 
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Alex Smith Capture Scene

Alex takes a deep breath as he stands outside of the restaurant. It was Wednesday so there was a sparce crowd inside. He wasn't here for Italian food though. He walks inside, nodding to the waiters as he ducks through the kitchen. He walks into the dim back room, sitting down at the table.

He had sold his car and TV to bankroll this game. He needed to win big. He owed a lot of money and winning this game was his last hope.

He drops the cash on the table, earning grunts of approval from the other four men around the table. The cash slides one way and chips replace it. The cards are dealt out and he tries to settle himself.

The men know he's desperate so they'll be on the lookout for any tricks or cheats he might pull.
 
Asta Storm - Capture Scene

It's a nice, quiet, unassuming evening when Asta decides to go on a walk to clear her head. She'd been reading before this, and a walk seemed like a good idea to ensure she didn't just fall asleep on her books. She took her favourite route, wrapping her jumper just a little closer to her body. Her jeans clung to her legs, and she was regretting not wearing something a little warmer. Yes, she looked nice, but what was the point in that when she was cold?

Thus, the jumper. It was clearly too big for her, but it was comfy and warm, and made her look adorable. Wandering further into the park, she glanced around. There were a few people nearby, walking dogs and sitting on benches with friends, but she was more interested in just wandering along by her lonesome, watching as one of the dogs ran across her path. It raced up to her, and she smiled softly, petting it's head and praising it, before it runs back to it's owner.

Quietly, with a soft huff of warm breath, she straightened, closing her eyes with her head tilted to the sky, just thinking about how nice the evening was.
 
Kiefer Derby - Capture Scene

Kiefer was walking home at around midnight. Some of his classmates had convinced him to go out with them after class, but he wasn't one for drinking so he left early.

It was a cold night Kiefer wished he'd brought a jacked and not just his usual sweater. Rubbing his arms to try and stay warm, he turned down an alleyway he was pretty sure was a short cut. Kiefer had never been to this part of town, but he had a good sense of direction so he wasn't worried.
 
Clarissa Brown- Capture Scene

The sun still shone brightly as Clarissa walked quickly down the concrete sidewalk, catching her golden hair. In her pink tank top and jean skirt she could feel that the night was going to be colder and she was glad at least of the pair of pink and white thigh high socks she had put on, though of course that would do nothing for her upper half. She didn't keep many clothes at the strip club where she worked, the only real employment she had been able to find out of highschool. Still, if Max stayed true to form he would be a gentleman and give her his jacket when he walked her home from their date.

They had met on a dating app and Clarissa almost thought he was too good to be real. He was polite, handsome, and when she had revealed that she was a stripper he hadn't made jokes, dropped her, or asked for pictures. Not like the other guys, or her clients at the club. She had readily accepted a casual dinner date, though the name of the diner he had proposed didn't ring any bells for her.

Her raggedy converse sneakers crunched on gravel and she looked around, confused. The diner was there, but it looked like it had been closed for years. A sense that she might have been tricked, that Max was catfish from one of the boys who recognized her from highschool crossed her mind and tears started to form in her eyes. "Max?" she called weakly, still clinging to the hope that it was just a mistake or misunderstanding.
 
Evelyn Lee - Capture Scene

Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. Not that she didn't believe in the cause. Even in the short time Evelyn had spent watching it this afternoon, there was something... off about the Sunny Sweet Dairy Ranch. Or maybe she just wanted there to be? Truly it was more of an intuition, a gut feeling, as from a distant it didn't look much different than any other milk ranch and there was no way to get a look at how their livestock was actually treated behind closed doors. Not with all the security around anyways. But wasn't that weird in and of itself? She couldn't help but think there was something unethical about Sweetmilk and she was hardly alone in that, yet nobody had found any evidence of the cows being pumped full of steroids or other unnatural chemicals to produce its weirdly addictive taste, which if she was honestly, she actually rather liked, having a bit of sweet tooth herself. So far the pictures she'd taken were just... pictures, cows grazing, ranch hands riding in the far distance, and barns that would have looked pleasant and friendly if not for all the mounted cameras.

She was hoping to get a good video or two for her Youtube channel out of this -- 1.5K subscribers and climbing -- but right now it was looking thin. What she really needed to do was get inside but with Jessica a no show and David canceling at the last minute, their little activist B&E had crumbled. Doing it all by herself felt risky, and at the end of day she still just undergrad student, an ecology major with good grades and a conservative family who wouldn't understand at all if she had to call them for bail after being caught trespassing. Evelyn felt stymied and this part wasn't even her expertise. She was the cute face talking on the videos, David was the one who planned this kind of boots-on-the-ground stuff, and Jessica the one who dealt with the serious people. Now she was stuck here at some seedy motel, sorting dull photos, and wondering if she shouldn't just go home... or if she was just making excuses and needed to stick it out, at least a few days. After all it was about the animals wasn't it? If they were doing something inhumane, someone needed to expose them. Why not her?

Sighing, she sat back on the room's lumpy bed, laptop spread on her stomach, flipping through the pictures for the dozenth time, hoping to spot something, a faint sheen of sweat on her face despite her shorts and loose fitting top, the lack of working AC beyond miserable. Clearly her friends had been the smart ones for skipping out, but Evelyn did not want to call it quits without anything to show for it. She'd try again tomorrow at least, see it through to the end of the weekend maybe, snapping the screen shut before tugging her sneakers on, a splash of water from the sink cooling her flushed cheeks. She'd grab some ice from the cooler downstairs, and maybe a Diet soda, then see what there was to eat around here, this stupid dairy having to be almost literally located in the middle of nowhere. Like guilty people with something to hide. But what? Leaving the door unlocked, she headed briskly downstairs, smoothing out a dollar bill for the machine while she bit her lower lip, oblivious to anything but the bright red glowing machine.
 
Liam Keogh- Evelyn Lee Capture Scene

Liam was enjoying the feel of the horse under him as he rode along the perimeter of the dairy farm. Though his real job usually had him confined to the underground facility, he enjoyed riding around the traditional dairy farm front on his breaks. However as he approached one of the perimeter fences, he noticed something awry. Part of the fence seemed to have been raised off the ground and series of human footprints were clearly visible in the mud and grass. It wasn't unusual for competing dairy farms to send spies and rustlers to try and learn Sunny Sweet's secret but there were no cow tracks in the area. When he arrived back at the management facility he went to the security office and pulled up the relevant camera feeds and quickly fast forwarded through them till he found what he was looking for. What he saw made him smile

Half an hour later he approached the local motel. As the only establishment of it's type n the area it saw a fair bit of business despite it's less than charming appearance. This was all by design, as it was owned by Sunny-Sweet through a shell company. People desperate for a place to stay, agents of rival dairy's, and other interlopers often stayed here out of convenience, not knowing they could be easily acquired with no record of them staying there.

Liam brazenly entered the front office and went around the counter, the staff, used to him by now, not interfering. As it happened his search was instant. There was only one tenant in tonight. Grabbing a copy of her room key he made his way to her room, narrowly avoiding her gaze as she was unexpectedly outside, using the vending machine. Quietely he waited where the door would open. Until Evelyn entered the room, the moment the door clicked shut he pounced. One strong arm wrapped around the Asian girls waist while the other clamped over her mouth from behind. The force of his rush carried them onto the bed, scattering her computer and other items.

Liam's superior weight pinned the girl to the bed. "It's easier if you don't struggle." he said, in an almost paternal tone.
 
Liam Keogh - Sophie Terrell Capture Scene

"The coffee here is terrible." Liam decided as he sat in a small diner a few towns over from where Sunny-Sweet operated. The dairy's network of acquisition agents worked tirelessly to identify potential cows. People who had debts that Sunny-Sweet could buy, desperate individuals who wouldn't be missed. One such person had come up on their radar and Liam had volunteered to make the acquisition since it wasn't too far. Though the diary dealt with all types, Liam preferred pretty girls and women as cows and would put in extra effort to acquire them for the farm.

His current mark certainly fit that description. As she was his waitress for the night, and there were currently no other patrons, Liam had had quite a while to appreciate the sight of Sophie Terrell in a waitress skirt. He had played it cool though, rather than oggling her openly he had made an effort to appear friendly and unthreatening as an older man to a pretty young woman. When she finally brought him his sourdough melt he smiled at gestured to the bench on the other side of his booth. " Care to sit for a minute? I remember my first restaurant job, my feet were killing me by the end of each shift." he said, before taking a bite of his sandwhich.
 
Evelyn Lee - Capture Scene

Evelyn fed her dollar into the slit and frowned as it spat it back out for the second time, fingers working to smooth the crinkled corners. Was everything against her today? "Freaking..." Through the windows to the main office, smeary with road side dust, looking like it had been months since someone last washed them, she saw the liver spotted old man behind the counter speaking to someone. His back was to her though and she thought nothing of it, just another lodger no doubt, attracting anyone's attention being the last thing she wanted to do in a run down dive like this one. She was only staying here because the next closest hotel was over an hour's drive away and took her too far from the farm, knowing she'd never find the motivation to drive back the next morning. At least the rates here were cheap, sighing wearily as the machine finally accepted her money, only to be out of her first and second choices, finally settling on a bottle of Sprite as it clunked its way down from inside.

The man was gone by the time she finished, but Evelyn paid it no mind, holding the cool soda against her cheek as she trudged back up the stairs. Gripping the handle, she pushed it, frowning when she found it locked. Hadn't she let it unlocked? Or maybe she mis-remembered, this heat was killing her brain. Finding her key, she turned it again, stepping inside the darkened room, the blinds all pulled from earlier, laptop still sitting on the bed and humming softly as it idled, charger plugged into the wall socket. Something felt wrong, the little hairs rising on the back of her neck as she softly pulled it shut, lowering the bottle, feeling his presence just a fraction too late as a strong arm swept around her waist, another clamping onto her mouth. "MFFF!" she shrieked, the sound muffled, fingers prying at his hand as she landed face down on the mattress. Her long legs kicked beneath him, squirming, heavy weight holding her down, hands releasing to slap and claw at his face as he whispered in her ear, warning her not to struggle as her brown eyes widened in sudden fear. "MFFF! MMNNN!!"
 
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Liam Keogh- Evelyn Lee Capture Scene NSFW LINK

Liam let Evelyn struggle for a bit, simply using his weight to keep her down, letting her tire herself out. He did underestimate her for a moment and momentarily lurched back from her as one of her fingers nearly gouged his eye. He slammed back into her, and he flipped her roughly onto her back, tearing the loose shirt from her body, leaving her glad in only the grey shorts. He hauled himself on top of her gain, straddling her stomach, essentially taking her legs out of the equation. He was mad, but didn't want to damage her. Knowing that no one of note would hear her yelling he let Evelyn scream and shout as her wrangled her hands and pinned them together by the wrists in one of his much larger hands.

Her physical avenues of resistance gone, he took a moment to take in her body. She was short, but boasted a reasonably sized pair of C cup breasts. He cupped one with his free hand, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. " These will swell up nicely I think." he said with a smirk before he let go of her breast. Pulling her arms to one side he reached down with his free hand and gently but firmly applied pressure to the girls neck watching as the temporary lack of blood flow forced the girl to pass out.

He scooped the girl up, hoisting her over his shoulder. Glancing around the room for anything else of note, he scooped up the girls dropped sprite and twisted in open, surprised that it didn't fizz over, and took a long pull as he walked out of the room, it was still deliciously cold. The old man at the counter would clean everything else up. By the time he made it to the ground floor he had finished the sprite and put the bottle in a nearby trash can. Walking to his truck he gave a wave to the attendant and slapped the girls ass for good measure, before he dumped her in the backseat for the short drive to the farm.

Having dropped Evelyn off at processing, Liam waited patiently in the main milking room. After the fight she had given him, he wanted to be the first to welcome her to her new home. She was only semi-conciouse when she was led to the main milking room. He took her from the attendant and quickly fit her into slanted box, fixed to the floor, that restrained her arms behind her and spread her legs to the side, leaving her open to the ranchers ministrations, and presenting her to the rest of the herd.

As she finally came to, Liam grabbed her new ear tag, pulling just enough to hurt. "317 eh? I'm Mr. Liam. Welcome to Sunny-Sweet Dairy Ranch, I hope you enjoy your visit!"
 
SOPHIE TERRELL - CAPTURE SCENE W/ LIAM KEOGH [ @Colonel_Liam ]

It had been a long day at work. Despite the diner being practically empty the entire day, as it almost always was, Sophie Terrell's manager (and the head chef at the small diner) had put her to work scrubbing away at all sorts of dishes. Even the clean ones. Her and two other waitresses were the only other employees for that day, and she had taken the long shift. It was for almost ten hours. That didn't seem so long, maybe to a full-time worker, but Sophie was a waitress. She had once been a college student, but her dreams of becoming a designer for top-end models had slowly been stripped away. Money was short and her parents weren't exactly the most supportive, if that was the word you wanted to use. So even though Sophie wanted to rest, she got to her feet to go to the newest customer's table.

"Shit."

The blonde girl muttered under her breath as her foot jammed underneath the swivel door leading from the front counter out to the checkered floors of the eating area of the diner. Sophie got her notepad out at the ready, uncapping her pen as she stood in front of the table. Only one person, an older man, was at the table, and she mentally thanked her lucky stars that it wasn't a huge group. Rowdy boys and waitresses in small uniforms never made for a good end result. "Hi, welcome to the Calla Diner, what can I getcha?" Sophie plastered on a bright smile and a perky voice, writing down his order on her notepad. "I'll be right back with that for you!" She finished, and swiveled on her heel to the kitchen, all the while ripping off the piece of paper. "SOURDOUGH MELT!" The blonde shouted to the chef and headed back to the lounge,

It took about fifteen minutes before the sandwich was done. The manager called her back to get it and Sophie grabbed plated sandwich, jamming her notepad and pen in her pocket. "SHIT!" She cursed, only slightly louder as she jammed her foot again. Stupid door. She plastered that fake, happy smile onto her face just as her manager had reminded her to do and walked out to the man, heels clicking against the floor as she arrived at his table and set down his food. Sophie's eyebrows raised a little at the notion for her to sit down opposite him, but against her better judgement she took a seat. The blonde was tired (why? everything was boring in this tiny little town), and her smarts didn't exactly fight a tough battle, so she had taken a rest.

"Thank you. Just don't let my manager see, or my sorry ass'll be fired," Sophie breathed, head tilted back. She didn't catch her swearing and didn't even care what the man thought of her. Why would she? "Soooo, what brings you around Calla? Small town, must be something, right?" The blonde girl questioned lightly.
 
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Evelyn Lee - Capture Scene

Evelyn felt the edge of her pink thumb nail graze the man's face, slipping in towards the socket, trying to curl it inwards just seconds too slow as he pulled back with a growl. Shoved down hard in response she bucked and fought with renewed, the small slender college student little match for his heavy weight, the man keeping her pinned, arms suddenly repositioning themselves as she found herself flung onto her back. She used the new position to attempt to drive her knee into his stomach, but received little more than a grunt, hands slapping and clawing at him frantically as he grabbed one thin wrist and pinned it above her head, searching for the other. "Get off me! GET OFF ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" Her panicked shrieks filled the bedroom but no one came running. Would the old man manning the office even be able to hear her all the way up here? "NO! NOOO! HELP!!" Cries growing more frightened and desperate as he sat down on her stomach, pinning her once more, thin white legs pedaling air as one tennis shoe went sailing into the wall, sobs welling up as he finally caught her other hand and forced it down, grasping them both in one large strong fist.

"...noo.... nooo... SOMEONE HELP ME!!" Her screams turned to frightened sobs as he tore the shirt from her body with his free hand, tossing it aside, rough fingers sliding up her chest to tug down her bra, cupping her soft pale breast, pink nipple hardening as it was squeezed between thumb and forefinger. "D-d-don't... let me go you s-s-sick fuck, you can't, c--" A smile was all she received in response, as well as some strange cryptic phrase about them 'plumping' nicely before his hand moved up to her throat, pressing down, cutting off her air in a strangled choking sound. Terrified Evelyn began to kick and thrash once again, but he had her now, pinned and helpless, simply riding out her final struggles as he blocked the air from her lungs, brown eyes bulging while tears streamed down her bright red cheeks, the fear only increasing as the black dots danced before her vision and they finally rolled back into her head, body going limp as she passed out beneath him.

Main Milking Room

Nearly an hour would pass before she woke again. Evelyn experienced nothing of the trip down the stairs slung over his shoulder or the bumpy drive along the rutted dirt road to the farm while topless in the passenger seat, face pressed to the glass of the window. When she at last blinked her eyes she felt a pain in her throat, swallowing dryly, eyes slowly adjusting to the light, a dull discomfort in her arms. Attempting to raise one up to rub forehead, she found she couldn't move them, somehow trapped behind her back, fear suddenly flooding her blank face as she remembered everything. "NO! W-w-where...?" Glancing around frantically, she found herself naked, pinned to some sort of box, strange noises all around, the face of her attacker suddenly hovering close. "AH!" she whimpered as he grabbed her ear, tugging something pinned there, making her jerk in pain, a smile on his face as he welcomed her to the Sunny-Sweet Dairy Ranch. "P-p-please... what, what are you talking about? W-w-why am I here? What is this? Please let me g-g-o!"
 
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It felt like a dream to her. She had a very normal life and a happy childhood, and she thought it would be this way ever since. She also had a very loving boyfriend, at least she once had, before it all changed a couple years back. Her boyfriend began getting addicted to drugs, and their relationship was never the same anymore. However, she did not want to give up on him, she tried to fix him, advising him to seek for help but to only fall on deaf ears.

But she still pushed through, remembering the sweet times they've had and the promise he made to her in their younger years. He promised to give her the wedding she wanted when they got married. It was ten long years of dating before they decided to get married, but at that time, he was already heavily addicted to drugs and had debts everywhere. She was also abused by him, and held it in stupidly for a few years before she decided to call it off. It was a terrible breakup. There were screams and throwing things at each other, before she finally escaped him to hopefully start a new life. It didn't last long though, before she realized he was stalking her. It was a dark night when she walked through the alley to head back to her house. The next thing she remembered was a dull painful sensation on her neck and a wet cloth covering her nose before everything turned black.

When she stirred awake, she found her whole body aching all over, before her consciousness began finding her. "Wha-?" Her voice was hoarse as she began talking, unknown fear starting to fuel her as she heard an unfamiliar baritone voice echoing in the room. She then looked around in panic, noticing that she was naked, tied up, in a strange room with other women who seemed to have the same fate as her. She could see another woman pinned to a box from where she stood, and there was an older man looming over her. The woman was screaming for help, as Ashley seemed to hear the man say 'Sunny-Sweet Dairy Ranch'. Was this where she was now?

"Let her go, you jerk!" She yelled out to the man, struggling to break free from her own strong restraints. It was no time for her to be heroic at this moment when she couldn't even save herself, but that was her instinctive response to a woman who was going to get hurt. "Help! Help us!" Ignoring the pain on her breasts and ears, she tried to scream at the top of her voice as she continued fighting against the restraints with no avail.
 
ALEX SMITH CAPTURE SCENE

The proprietor of the Italian restaurant, and the secret gambling hall in the back, was a man with many connections. He actually had roots across several towns in the area in a network of organized illicit activities. Many people played, many lost, many needed to have their debts "collected". But being so spread-out, it was rare for any specific name to be put on his desk, most 'branches' handled matters on their own well enough. Such was not the same for this "Alex Smith", who was either the unluckiest or--more likely--just the dumbest sumbitch around. Alex's gambling and thrillseeking addiction had him owing money to at least four separate gambling halls and two illegal street racing circuits...all of which just happened to lead back to this one man. Individually, his debts were...manageable...but taken together? Alex Smith owed a lot more money than he realized, all to the same man. A man who was very much not happy with Alex Smith. However, this man's connections also included a 'friendly' relation with an entirely separate organization that was good for "disappearing people" to...and what's more, they would pay for good targets to be pointed out or even given to them, as long as the targets met certain criteria. Which Alex Smith did.

And so, Alex Smith's debts were nearly fully paid off for him that night, without his knowledge. He only had to do one thing; drink the wine. The people already at the gambling table that night were more than the people playing for the house, the others were temporary accomplices, too. It was really quite simple. The men gave Alex a chilly, distant reception, as expected; "You're pretty deep in the hole, Smith. Better pray the cards are in your favor tonight." They promptly got down to business. Cards were dealt, a few rounds were played. Halfway through the game, the private room's waitress stopped by and served a small shot-glass of wine to all players. Enough for everyone to have a tasty treat, but not enough to even get a buzz, let alone impaired judgment. However, the wine was spiked with a strong tranquilizer...and the other men at the table, even those who were not actually affiliated with the house but informed of tonight's "event", had already pre-emptively taken the antidote.

One by one, as the card game continued, the men sipped their shot-glasses. All Alex needed to do was sip his...

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ASTA STORM CAPTURE SCENE

She had been spotted by one of the "scouts" in their network some time ago, and was shadowed from a distance for two weeks after that. Observation revealed she fit the profile perfectly; no significant other, no close-by relatives, withdrawn with no particularly close friendships, and even stuck to a predictable routine. The kind of girl who would simply become another unfortunate "Missing Girl" case that nobody would care about, the kind that would be trivially easy to snatch thanks to foreknowledge of where she would be, where she would go.

So, after her routine had been well-recorded and she left her apartment to take a talk in the park, agents were ready and set in place. As expected, she traveled in her preferred route to and through the park. Her route which, while most of it was in public view of some of the other park-goers, part of her normal route took her onto a path that went behind a large decorative hedge, next to a large and mostly-empty street, quickly darkening with the setting sun, with just the occasional car or van puttering by. Up ahead from where Asta was walking on the path, another man was walking along the path in the opposite direction. Just a man in a large warm coat for the weather, didn't even seem to notice her at all and seemed lost in his own thoughts as he and Asta slowly approached each other. But before they could pass each other, Asta heard a voice suddenly call from behind her. "Hey, hey you! Jumper and jeans!"

When Asta turned around, she saw a man jogging up to her. Tall, young, reasonably attractive, but nothing special. Just some guy. He came to a stop in front of her, slightly out-of-breath, as he then held up an object in his hand. A wallet, but an unfamiliar one to Asta. "I saw this fall out of your pocket back there, wanted to hurry and give it back to you before I lost sight of you."

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KIEFER DERBY CAPTURE SCENE

As these things went, those who fit the profile were the most common targets for the network to snatch. This one mostly fit as well; isolated, no close social ties, withdrawn. He wasn't as predictable as the agents usually liked, but that just meant he had to be shadowed for longer, waiting for the perfect opportunity to move in to reveal itself. When he was unexpectedly taken along by a social group that he wasn't very close to for a night on the town, flags for a possible opportunity were raised and a few agents activated to half-readiness. When the target left a bar at midnight to walk home, alone, alerts were sent out and the nearest agents put on full readiness to see if tonight would be the night.

And when Kiefer decided to take a shortcut down a dark alleyway, the agents were already pre-emptively positioned and ready, and tonight became the night.

In the street behind Kiefer, a car pulled up to the curb, and two men clad head to toe in black--balaclavas and bodysuits, leaving nothing but their eyes exposed--quickly hopped out of the car. With the midnight darkness, they were nearly invisible. With their padded shoes, they were nearly silent, even as they hustled into the alleyway after Kiefer to catch up with him. On the opposite end of the alley, a van pulled up and stopped just short of the alleyway's exit, where Kiefer couldn't see as he walked towards the dim lamp-lit street at the end of the 'tunnel'. With careful coordination, the two stealthy men settled in behind Kiefer, and at the last moment, as Kiefer was just about to exit the alley...suddenly, Kiefer saw a white windowless van abruptly pull up perpendicular to the alleyway, blocking the exit sideways just feet before Kiefer would have stepped out.

*****

CLARISSA BROWN CAPTURE SCENE

Sometimes, the agents took a more active roll in wrangling a target. Such was the case with this one; under-achiever, desperate for affection, too eager to trust. An easy mark, one pointed out to them when she graduated by the local high school principle who they had in their pocket. While the pictures of "Max" were real, his dating profile, his whole identity was a fabrication. It was too easy to string the young, affection-starved girl along with empathetic conversations, of not rushing things or seeming eager for a meet-up, or disparaging the fact she was a stripper. Everything was supportive and encouraging. Things were taken at Clarissa's own comfortable pace to build trust, such that when, after a good length of time for Clarissa to get to know "Max", she was readily accepting of a simple dinner date.

All that built-up trust was a lie.

In the parking lot of the abandoned diner, suddenly, a car's headlights turned on, bathing Clarissa in blinding light due to the darkness of the un-lit street. She heard a car door open, and then... "Clarissa? Is that you? It's me, Max!" A calm, warm voice called out to her, the kind of voice that cared about her. When she managed to blink some of the blinding flash from her eyes, with the headlights still on, she could see a silhouette walking towards her slowly, casually. "Man, I am so sorry about this, Clarissa. I haven't been to this diner in years, I hadn't realized they went out of business. When I got here, I knew I had to wait for you." The silhouette got close enough that he could start to turn, bringing his features into the light shone on the two of them by the car. From what Clarissa could see..it was, indeed, Max. Just like the pictures on his profile. He smiled sheepishly at her as he looked down. "Can I still make things up to you tonight? I can give you a ride to another diner."
 
Alex Smith- Capture Scene

Alex picked up the cards, praying that today was indeed his lucky day. He didn't know how much money he owed people. There were too many debts to keep track of. He had a good idea of what he owed and he was hoping he could make more than that to cover anything that he missed. The game started and he started sweating. The atmosphere was tense, none of the usual joking that accompanied these games. He was so caught up in his own problems that he didn't see this as odd. Instead, he focused on the cards.

The night started out well for him. He won a few hands, growing his pot slightly. He starts to relax, having this feeling that everything is going to be alright. He smiles as the cute waitress as she brings out the drinks. The men all take the glasses, sipping on the sweet wine. Alex takes it and throws it all back in one gulp. He was feeling reckless, that amazing high he got when he was doing something dangerous. He raised the stakes of the game, not realizing he had just sealed his fate.
 
KIEFER DERBY CAPTURE SCENE

Kiefer wasn't initially scared by the van. There were lots of stupid drivers in the city, especially this late at night. Not wanting to cause a scene with the presumably drunk driver Kiefer simply sighed and turned to walk back down the alley.

Thats when he say the two men. Fear shot up Kiefer's spine, as he made the only assumption that made sense to him. He was being robbed. His hands shot up above his head. He desperately tried to remember what he was told to do if he was ever in this situation. "I'm going to reach for my wallet," he announced to the not-robbers. Slowly moving his hand to his jacket pocket. "You can have everything it's fine," he said pulling out his wallet and tossing it on the ground. "Just let me past and we can both be on out ways," he finished eyes begging the men who were blocking his only exit to let him through.
 
Liam Keogh- Sophie Terrell Capture Scene W/ @slayygirl

Liam popped a french fry into his mouth and smiled at her question. " Oh, just passing through. Seeing the sights. I enjoy stopping in cute little diners like this." he replied. "They usually have the cutest waitresses." he gave her a wink. Though he didn't believe he would have much difficulty getting Sophie in his car by more forceful methods, he sometimes liked to challenge himself and see if he could get a new acquisition in the car via seduction. Such an adventure never ended the way the future-cow thought it would but it was fun to experiment, and though he was at least 20 years older than the pretty blonde across from him, he still had confidence. He was still handsome with piercing blue eyes, emphasized by his silver hair and beard, with streaks of black, and his body was still strong and powerful, with thick arms and chest. Plenty of acquisitions had daddy issues and responded well to Liam, and if Sophie didn't... well her coworkers were in the back and he had a small dart gun with a fast acting tranquilizer in his jacket pocket.

He started with the basics, where she was from, hobbies, dreams, and goals. At the same time he shared details about one of his usual aliases. They chatted for a while, Liam's flirtations getting more and more bold, eventually even going to Sophie's side of the booth to show her picture on his phone, and Liam was surprised that no one came from the kitchen in all that time. Knowing better than to push his luck with time. The took one of her hands in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand while the other arm was cast over the back of the booth, almost over the girl's shoulder. "I know it's sudden, but any chance you want to go on break and take a walk to my car?" he said.

Clarissa Brown -Capture Scene

Tears were rolling down Clarissa's face just a the high beams from a car silhouted her against the brick wall she was standing by. She was scared for a moment but then out of the light came a familiar face. It was Max, apologizing for the state of things, acting like the perfect gentleman she had hoped he would be. It was too much. Despite it being their first time meeting, she darted across the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist as she sniffled into his chest. She didn't want him to see her face while she cried.

Doing her best to compose herself as quickly as possible, he quickly wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and looked up at Max's face. "That sounds nice." she said with a shy and embarrassed smile. This wasn't how she had wanted things to go, but she had growing confidence that Max would be kind about it. Reluctantly letting go of him, she walked around the passenger seat of his car and got in. "Where did you have in mind?" she asked.
 
Asta Storm - Capture Scene - @PsionicCuttlefish

Used to being left alone as she walked, Asta ignored the man walking toward her, only adjusting her walking pattern to ensure she didn't slam into him when he seemed to be in some daydream of his own. She knew what that was like. She didn't think of how closed off her current path was, wasn't aware of any danger, so she merely continued on, until she heard a shout behind her.

Turning, confused, wondering if she'd made a mistake and someone was calling for someone else, she blinked as she spotted a man running toward her. Even with that, she didn't think anything threatening would occur, didn't think he was running at her for something sinister, and she merely stopped to let him catch up, giving him a confused look. Before she had a chance to open her mouth and ask what was wrong, he shoved a wallet out toward her, one she certainly hadn't seen before.

She shook her head, "You must be mistaken. That's not mine." She returned softly. Her own was in her pocket, with her phone, "Are you sure you saw me drop it? Maybe you have me confused with someone else?" She questioned politely, nudging the wallet back at him.
 
SOPHIE TERRELL - CAPTURE SCENE W/ LIAM KEOGH [ @Colonel_Liam ]

Sophie looked down at her toes at the man's reply. Unbeknownst to the blonde-haired young woman, a pale pink blush had also settled over her nose and cheeks. "Oh, really? I suppose you must see a lot of...waitresses." She said in response. The last part did not come out as smooth as she had originally thought it would be and so the blush intensified slightly. This was pretty unusual for the girl. Sophie almost never got customers who actually wanted to talk with her (they placed their order, a couple cheeky ones grabbed her, that was it), and not only that but it was rarely that even a kind man would talk to her. Or, maybe, flirt with her.

He was quite attractive, she wasn't going to lie, but not her type. Sophie had bounced from boyfriend to girlfriend to boyfriend again, and at times they were a bit older than her, but despite this man's youthfulness he was visibly older than her by maybe twenty or thirty years. This should've given her a sense of wariness with his flirting, and would've if she was anybody else. With common sense. But she was Sophie Terrell, college dropout, high school ice queen, bad kid. Common sense was a myth to her. And so she laughed and chatted along with the guy, introducing herself and explaining that she had attended NYU before having to leave because of financial issues. Sophie felt as if she could talk for hours and the man seemed very easy to get along with.

The blonde, of course, was surprised when he invited her to 'take a walk with him to his car'.

This didn't stop her from accepting.

Again, lack of common sense was something that appeared in Sophie numerous visible times. Any smart person would've been able to know that it wasn't good to just go away from your job because some man invited you to 'go on a walk', but again, she wasn't any smart person. Her quick wits were enough to get her through her SATs and daily life, but it didn't really help when it came to actually important things. She retracted her, of course, smaller hand from the man's and called out to her boss that she would be leaving. He shouted back and told her to come in early the next day and so Sophie agreed before getting up and following the man to his car. When arriving by the car, Sophie pursed her lips in a smile and held her hands together, eyelashes batting ever so slightly.
 
Liam Keogh - Sophie Terrell Capture Scene w/ @slayygirl

A little surprised but not at all displeased with how things were playing out Liam smiled as he took Sophie by the waist towards his car. On the way he popped what looked like a mint into his mouth, however it was really sedative developed by Sunny Sweets R&D team. It was brilliantly designed so that after a bit of resistance training he was essentially immune to its effects, but anyone who came in contact with the substance would enter a powerful fugue state for several hours.

Arriving at his car Liam looked over at the pretty, slender girl, batting her eyes at him, and briefly considered making her his own personal pet. The thought faded, there were always more girls and he enjoyed his work. They would still have plenty of fun together.

His trucks front seat had no center compartment and was instead one long bench seat. Wasting no time he ran his fingers in the golden hair of Sophie’s head and pulled her in for a kiss.

With the drug delivered he could not enjoy himself for the few minutes it would take for the sedative to take effect. Taking Sophie by the waist he continued to kiss her as he pulled her to his lap, so that she was straddling him.

His hands roamed over her body undoing the buttons of her uniform and the class of her bra to reveal her perky c-cups. His mouth left hers and instead latched onto one of her nipples teasing it with his lips and tongue, in anticipation of her imminent fate. Meanwhile a hand ran down her toned stomach, past the waistband of her skirt to rub her sex through her panties.

Sadly the fun was over before it went much farther. The drug soon had Sophie glassy eyed and unresponsive. Liam liked some sort of reaction while fucking. So he reluctantly broke off and redid Sophie’s buttons, and buckled her in, drivingher to her new home.


Liam Keogh -Main Milking Room w/ @slayygirl @vertigis @LilFawn

Liam turned his attention from Evelyn as another cow began to yell at him. He approached the tanned, curly headed girl and gently cupped her chin, before applying enough pressure to her cheeks to force her lips into a pout, partially silencing her cries for help. “Don’t worry sweetheart. My co-workers and I are going to take good care of you all.”

He let go as a other two ranchers carried Sophie into the room. The drug he had given her had been a bit too much for her slender frame and she had been passed out longer than expected. Still she was coming out of it now.

A pair of leather handcuff and ankle cuffs were fixed to her and then some rope was run through metal rigs attached to the cuffs. Liam set the ropes so that Sophie’s legs were pulled apart while her arms were raised above her head. With one last pull the length of rope was set so that she was just barely standing on her feet, though if she misbehaved he could pull it tighter so that she would have to stay on her top toes or even be suspended.
 
SOPHIE TERRELL - CAPTURE SCENE W LIAM KEOGH [ @Colonel_Liam ]

The blonde woman felt herself being pulled into the van, thankful for the long cushioned seat rather than the usual separated seats. It would've hurt to have hit her head on the middle compartment that most cars had, so she was grateful. God. That sounded awkward. It was good she didn't say that she was grateful for the bench out loud. That would've made her sound very, very dumb. Of course, she wasn't the smartest, but...anyways.

Sophie leaned into the kiss, exploring the man's mouth and allowing him to move her to straddle him. She grinded against the man a little bit, moaning into the kiss from the pressure, and goosebumps prickled on her arms as he began to play with her c-cups and tease her nipples with his mouth.

The rubbing of her already swollen sex only made the young woman more aroused, but she felt suddenly a bit dizzy. Her eyes were almost closing themselves, but she attempted to blink them open. Even once Sophie had her eyes open, everything around her was blurry, and she couldn't see the man's face. Everything was just a blur of color and she groaned slightly before her eyes shut completely and she passed out. Sophie didn't stir once in the hours it took for the man to arrive at his destination.

She only began to move a little bit at the feeling of something heavy being attached to her feet.

Blinking her green eyes open, Sophie looked down at her toes and was very shocked to see what appeared to be cuffs around her ankles. Shit. She felt what were also apparently cuffs being attached to her wrists and locked into place, the metal loose enough for circulation but tight enough that she could barely even move. The blonde's eyes grew wide at the sight of herself. She was naked. No panties, no bra, not even a piece of clothing. Her legs were spread wide open by the cuffs being locked to the ground and her breasts were heaving as Sophie looked around.

There were other women. All naked. One was in what appeared to be some sexual box, others were on metal skeleton frames, and all of them had something else in common. Each one had a yellow tag on their ear. Sophie figured that a tag was pinned on her ear as well, and that was what the pain was. Her lips drew into a pout and her eyes wide as she looked at the only dressed person in the room. A man. And that man was the man she had served in the diner.

"Let me out of here," The blonde whined, pulling at her chains.
 
pings:
: Clarissa Brown -- @Colonel_Liam
: Astaroth 'Asta' Storm -- @SnakeOfSeduction
: Alex Smith -- @bodman54
: Kiefer Derby -- @dicequeer

*****

ALEX SMITH CAPTURE SCENE

The people at the table continued to deal cards, even after Alex threw back the shot of whine. But very quickly, almost immediately as the dealer continued to pass out cards, Alex felt a little woozy, which progressed to lethargy in seconds. He just really needed to lay his head down and take a quick nap...right...then...

Everyone at the table stopped paying attention to the cards and looked at Alex as the custom sedative took effect and he slumped onto the table, scattering a number of his chips. The card-dealer got up from his seat and walked over to Alex and shook him several times, confirming he was indeed out cold. A moment later, one of the room's side-doors opened and two men in dark, plain clothes walked in. The dealer looked at everyone else at the table as the two anonymous men hauled up and began carrying the unconscious Alex between them. "Now remember..." The dealer started to say to the other players, but one spoke up right away.

"Yeah yeah, this never happened, he was never here tonight, we know." The player said, sufficiently scared into compliance prior to the game along with the other two players. The two anonymous men left the room with Alex. Everyone else simply picked up Alex's chips, distributed them out amongst themselves, removed the extra chair, and continued playing.

*****

KIEFER DERBY CAPTURE SCENE

Once Kiefer turned around and spotted them, the two black-clad men stopped trying to sneak and strode towards him with purpose, even as he raised his hands and tossed his wallet to them, trying to defuse the situation. The two men stepped over Kiefer's wallet without even glancing at it as they approached him. One of the two men was carrying some kind of oddly-shaped object in his hand, but in the darkness of the alleyway, there was no way to make out what it was. Then the two black-clad men were in arm's reach...and they both darted out their hands to grab Kiefer's arms and wrench them behind his back. What happened next happened in the span of only a few seconds, leaving Kiefer barely any time to cry out; one of the men, the one with the object, was holding Kiefer's arm with only one of his, while he bright the object in his hand up to Kiefer's face and pressed it over his mouth and nose, immediately followed by a *ssssssssss* and an odd taste of air blown into Kiefer's mouth and nose. Near-instantly, Kiefer felt so dazed it was like he had been hit by a truck, before he promptly slipped into the darkness with the men hauling Kiefer backwards.

The object was like a medical air-mask, the kind molded to simply be strapped to someone's head with their mouth and nose sealed in it. Except this mask was a little thicker and more sound-damping. It also had a small, lightweight can attached to it, and by pressing a button on the mask right as he fit it over Kiefer's face, the man had released a small payload of its contents into Kiefer's inhalation of breath. The specially-designed sedative gas worked near-instantly and relatively safely, better than any other commercially-obtained chemicals or ordinary knockout gas.

And just as both men also grabbed Kiefer, a side-door on the white van that had blocked the alley rushed open, perfectly coordinated with the men despite having no windows. The men half-carried, half-tackled Kiefer into it as they grabbed him and pressed the mask over his face, and he fell unconscious moments after landing inside the van. The van's door slammed shut, and the van drove off--not in a squealing hurry, but at a normal pace. Kiefer would have had only the barest moments to shout something out, maybe making one yelping noise...but not enough for anyone to notice. Not enough for anyone to care. The street stood silent with the departure of the van, no one the wiser.

*****

CLARISSA BROWN CAPTURE SCENE

"Max" smiled and gave Clarissa a brief hug in return when she glomped him, and only said "I'm glad you made it here." as she let go of him and got around into the passenger seat of the car. "Max" then got into the driver's seat himself, and placed his right hand over Clarissa's left reassuringly as he looked at her in her eyes. "Oh, I think I'll take you somewhere special..." He said, with a casually friendly, teasing tone.

With Clarissa having been momentarily blinded by the car's headlights moments ago, there was no way her eyes could have adjusted fast enough when she got into the car's passenger seat to see the figure shrouded in black and crouched in the backseat, blending in with the black interior of the car. Clarissa felt an unseen hand suddenly grab her right wrist with a strong grip, as something came around the headrest's left side and firmly pressed something rigid over her mouth and nose, followed by a *ssssssss*...and at the same time, "Max" squeezed Clarissa's left hand as if in comfort...but just enough that she couldn't pull it away.

The capture agent watched Clarissa's face, unblinking, still with that 'friendly' smile on his face...unmoved by however Clarissa looked at him in the brief seconds she had before the sedative-gas from the air-mask did its work. He felt no emotions at all at Clarissa's momentary opportunity to struggle in futility on confused reflex. Once Clarissa had slumped into her seat, the driver capture agent turned his head and nodded at the other agent, double-checked to make sure that Clarissa's seatbelt was secure, and calmly drive the car out of the abandoned parking lot. The other agent in the backseat kept the mask held over Clarissa's face the entire time, pressing the button on the mask once every ten-minute interval to dose her with the sedative again and keep her under for the whole car ride and beyond.

*****

ASTA STORM CAPTURE SCENE

The guy before Asta blinked in confusion, glancing down between the wallet at her, and continued speaking. At no point at all did he look behind Asta at the other man in casual clothes who had snapped to alertness the instant Asta was turned away from him, nor at the white van that had begun driving down the street. "Uh...yeah, I'm really sure I saw you drop it, and I wanted to make sure it got back to you. Just take a look at it to make certain--

There was no warning at all to Asta. The guy was speaking, and then suddenly, something large and made of fabric fell down over her head, blinding her immediately! The man behind Asta tightened the hood he had pulled from his jacket around Asta's neck as the white van stopped at the curb right next to them and slid its side-door open, perfectly coordinated by the hidden earpieces the agents wore. The hood over Asta's head was thick and padded, designed specifically to muffle sound. And, at the same time the man had pulled the string snug around Asta's neck, a small plastic blister hidden inside the hood was ruptured, releasing a dose of sedative-gas into the hood, unavoidable for Asta to breathe it in moments.

No matter how Asta could have reflexively struggled from having her head abruptly covered, she felt four strong masculine arms grabbing her arms and her body, two in front of her and two behind, as she was then yanked sideways, falling on something significantly softer than asphalt as two bodies pinned her, and her mind quickly went dark in a way that wasn't just because of the black hood over her face.

The agents had waited for the perfect opportunity, and their action was perfectly timed. Any sound Asta could have gotten off before the sound-muffling hood was tightened over her head would be too short for anyone to be sure they had heard something, if they heard anything at all. Nobody was around to see it.

The van casually drove off.
 
pings:
: Sophie Terrell -- @slayygirl
: Clarissa Brown, Liam Keogh -- @Colonel_Liam
: Astaroth 'Asta' Storm -- @SnakeOfSeduction
: Evelyn Lee -- @vertigis
: Ashley Rosewood -- @LilFawn
: Alex Smith -- @bodman54
: Anna Rowan -- @ChrisGabriel
: Kiefer Derby -- @dicequeer
: Opal Ross -- @Freak_On_A_Leash

*****

MAIN MILKING ROOM

Sarj Sunner was very pleased as he got a notice on his secure pager that the remaining cows were ready for their first milking. He had been processing held-unconscious cows all morning, administering his serums to them in individually-tailored amounts and compositions for best effect. Still, all cows responded to his serums differently, some faster than others. And it just so happened that the monitors keeping watch on the cows were all reporting serum effectiveness beginning at roughly the same time, so they all were going to be brought in together to join the herd. Today was shaping up to be a very good day.

The last cows of the previous herd had fallen comatose just a few days ago and had been put into storage Fortunately, most of the cows in the current herd had already been marked for wrangling for some time, with a few additional unexpected opportunities arising as well. His network of agents and some of his "ranchers"--including a few women--were very good at what they did. As they should be; with military efficiency that he himself had learned, Sarj made sure that his agents and a few of his wrangling-inclined ranchers all trained and drilled different wrangling scenarios regularly, usually a couple times a week, but sometimes every day before a scheduled wrangling. Mistakes were not acceptable.

Sunner's "Sunny-Sweet" business had been much, much smaller in the beginning, after he had perfected his first cow-enhancing serum. Cows had to be wrangled one at a time, with him personally participating and immense care and time needed to ensure no chance of a mistake an exposure. The early cows, he also had to continually administer an additional cocktail of drugs in an attempt to keep them from slipping comatose for as long as possible, because, even though the cows could still produce in that state and keep the business going, they couldn't be properly enjoyed anymore, and there were fewer cows to replace 'lost' ones.

Because, even though his Sweetmilk brand was a multi-million-dollar franchise at this point, Sarj watched one of his ranchers--Liam--move around and start 'welcoming' the first awakened cows (two of which he had wrangled himself, Liam was a valuable rancher) and felt a deep sense of satisfaction...because this was why he did what he did. He wasn't in it for the money, he didn't care about one penny of the profits. Everything that Sweetmilk earned, he just reinvested right back into his business. Better equipment. Better technology. Expanded operations. Custom-manufacturing things that Sarj himself designed. And of course, security. He hadn't built this operation by being careless.

Sarj wanted to never stop milking cows.

*****
Sophie, Opal, Ashley, Evelyn, Anna

As Sophie, Ashley, and Evelyn each roused to wakefulness (Opal and Anna remained unconscious for the moment) and discovered their situation, they all then heard a large, heavy door out of sight thud open, followed by many footsteps. They then saw multiple people walk into view, in pairs of clothed people who held a very naked person between them, each one shackled in mobility-restraining chains even though they seemed a bit groggy. The four naked people also had yellow tags attached to their right ears. The three fully-conscious girls would quickly notice how their was a decently-wide circle of a variety of stationary restraint devices, and the people carrying the four naked individuals in seemed to pick restraint-racks at random, where they each undid the naked person's chains but then began setting them all up in a restraint device.

*****
Alex

Alex Smith, the only immediately-obviously male of the four, was set into a small floor-mounted seat, one with a bowl-like bottom for one's rump to rest in and a thinner, curved, cushioned 'backrest' that appeared to be designed to simply support the spine and neck. His arms were pulled into padded metal restraints behind his back, while straps from the seat were buckled around his body to keep him from falling off. The seat was then tilted to recline him back a bit, getting his body held diagonally up instead of straight up. His legs were then stretched out and pulled apart, fitting over two struts extending from the seat in a 'V' shape which his legs were then strapped to. Now his legs were held straight out, making the wide 'V' but also going up into the air at a diagonal angle opposite to his body. It was also obvious that, despite the naked man coming out of grogginess, he was very, very erect.

*****
Kiefer

Kiefer Derby was a very 'mannish' individual, although that wasn't quite as immediately-obvious as he seemed to be lacking the proper 'equipment' between his legs, and also happened to be one of the faster-responding individuals to the serum's later-stage effects, as his once-flat chest was currently sitting comfortably at C-cup breasts, bordering on D-cups. He was restrained into the same setup as Sophie; padded metal cuffs were fit around his ankles and anchored down in such a way to make him stand with his legs spread apart, and similar padded metal cuffs were placed on his wrists, then roped up to a hook in the ceiling to raise his arms straight above his head.

*****
Asta

Asta--a short, slender, curly-blonde girl--was placed on a padded, molded mat built into the floor in a kneeling position with her calves strapped down flat. In front of her, there was a half-cylindrical 'cup' of metal--padded on the interior and large enough for a body--raised up on a very short pole. Asta was made to lean forward as she looked like she was beginning to come around, with her belly resting right into the padded metal support and her C-cup breasts exposed, while her hands were brought down and her wrists shackled into place, holding Asta down in an all-fours position without letting her go down thanks to the support-structure holding her up by her belly.

*****
Clarissa

The last individual, another girl--blonde like Asta, but taller and straight-haired--was another one who was responding rather quickly to the second-phase changes of the serum. Clarissa's previously A-cup chest had significantly swollen up more than any of the other female or female-adjacent cows yet, and her slender frame was bearing fully D-cup breasts that looked a bit too big on her thin body. She ended up restrained in a setup just like Ashley and Opal; She was led over to a set of two bars sticking up from the floor and meeting together to form a vertical upside-down 'V', with another bar going horizontal and perpendicular from the V's point, a bar that had padding on the underside. Clarissa was held up by the ranchers underneath the horizontal bar as her back was pressed up into it and a number of straps around her body and shoulders holding her up against it, while her legs were spread apart and strapped to the V-struts, and lastly her hands were pulled up and over her head, to the top of the large metal bar above her head, and her wrists were shackled into place there.

*****
Everyone

And with that, nine naked individuals were all restrained in extremely compromising positions in a wide circle, all facing inward. It was a fairly complete circle, though there were restraint-racks that yet remained unoccupied. And as they all came to awareness of their respective situations, they would all eventually notice some common things; other than the yellow ear-tags they all had...they were all leaking, in some way. Every individual with unmistakable breasts could feel a weird soreness in their mammaries along with feeling how significantly hard and stiff and puffy their nipples were, and as moments passed, tiny droplets of white liquid would begin forming on their engorged nipples. Every individual currently bearing a penis could also feel an achy sensation in their shafts, while also being stubbornly erect, and were definitely leaking precum. The first and quickest phase of the serum was simply to make all the cows immediately productive, though a few of them were already entering the second phase where their 'udders' started to grow and increase production, though the rest would be entering the second phase once their first milking session was finished.

Sarj, meanwhile, stayed standing out of sight but where he could still observe the entire circle. He wanted to wait until he was sure all of the ones that were going to wake up quickly had woken up before he stepped in himself. He knew his other ranchers could sometimes get a bit eager, so... "By the way, don't get too excited just yet, Liam." The clear baritone voice cautioned pre-emptively, out of sight of any of the cows. "I still have to do a headcount of the cattle first."
 
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