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sorakitty
Moon
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2016
- Location
- UK, Scotland
I've always been on the quiet side and prefer books to people so it's no wonder I'm fairly addicted to scrawling the web. I was especially interested in creepypasta and wierd mysteries.
That night was like any other, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop in front of me. It was late at night and I was completely absorbed in this strange new story I had heard of. I had read about it online in various forums and chat rooms, it was a strange urban legend that I found myself curious about. it had caught my attention, the more I heard about it, the stranger it got.
It was some kind of story called "The Farm" that had been around for years but was apparently extremely hard to find. In fact they said that if you managed to read it, it was already too late for you. I just kept getting more and more intrigued.
I had been searching for it for a few hours before I finally found an obscure forum that had it in a downloadable file. I know it was risky but I was in too deep at that point, I had to see it. I wish I hadn't, I should have just left It alone. Opening the file brought up a text page called The Farm with a strange tag line under it that read, "what happens to overly curious girls".
I had cocked my eyebrow at that one, it even made me let out a nervous giggle. But, I pressed on, determined to satiate my own curiousity. Almost immediately I regretted it, my cheeks flushed red at what it was describing. It began to describe some kind of farm hidden from the world where women were turned into cows, broken in and milked. Tagged and branded, helpless as they were turned into the perfect livestock. It got even more confusing as It told of a new arrival, how she is the next cow, perfect for her new life on the farm.
The girls description was ereily close to my own. Then the narration of the story began to change as if it was addressing me and I'll soon love it.
I should never have tried to find that story, but, it was too late now. My old life was a hazy memory as the farmer toyed with my cum filled holes.
So I'm sure you can guess where this is going! So this creepypasta is much more than it appears and I'm the next victim of the farm. Is it some kind of supernatural entity with some kind of pervy farm pocket dimension? Is it all real and just an elaborate plan from some shadow organisation who has chosen me for their next cow? I'm all ears to your ideas, the end of the prompt is more or less just a glimpse of what is to come. I want to start from where I first read the story and build from there.
In terms of my character, I love to play myself because of course I love to imagine all these things happening to me. I have dyed purple hair, 5'6, 34C, green eyes, pale skin and I'm skinny/athletic.
My kinks include: Legs/Feet, stockings socks etc, getting dirty/messy, much older men/women, all kinds of bdsm, pet play, non con, hucow, bad endings, tentacles/monsters, body stockings, harnesses, mind control, stalking, corruption and many more.
That night was like any other, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop in front of me. It was late at night and I was completely absorbed in this strange new story I had heard of. I had read about it online in various forums and chat rooms, it was a strange urban legend that I found myself curious about. it had caught my attention, the more I heard about it, the stranger it got.
It was some kind of story called "The Farm" that had been around for years but was apparently extremely hard to find. In fact they said that if you managed to read it, it was already too late for you. I just kept getting more and more intrigued.
I had been searching for it for a few hours before I finally found an obscure forum that had it in a downloadable file. I know it was risky but I was in too deep at that point, I had to see it. I wish I hadn't, I should have just left It alone. Opening the file brought up a text page called The Farm with a strange tag line under it that read, "what happens to overly curious girls".
I had cocked my eyebrow at that one, it even made me let out a nervous giggle. But, I pressed on, determined to satiate my own curiousity. Almost immediately I regretted it, my cheeks flushed red at what it was describing. It began to describe some kind of farm hidden from the world where women were turned into cows, broken in and milked. Tagged and branded, helpless as they were turned into the perfect livestock. It got even more confusing as It told of a new arrival, how she is the next cow, perfect for her new life on the farm.
The girls description was ereily close to my own. Then the narration of the story began to change as if it was addressing me and I'll soon love it.
I should never have tried to find that story, but, it was too late now. My old life was a hazy memory as the farmer toyed with my cum filled holes.
So I'm sure you can guess where this is going! So this creepypasta is much more than it appears and I'm the next victim of the farm. Is it some kind of supernatural entity with some kind of pervy farm pocket dimension? Is it all real and just an elaborate plan from some shadow organisation who has chosen me for their next cow? I'm all ears to your ideas, the end of the prompt is more or less just a glimpse of what is to come. I want to start from where I first read the story and build from there.
In terms of my character, I love to play myself because of course I love to imagine all these things happening to me. I have dyed purple hair, 5'6, 34C, green eyes, pale skin and I'm skinny/athletic.
My kinks include: Legs/Feet, stockings socks etc, getting dirty/messy, much older men/women, all kinds of bdsm, pet play, non con, hucow, bad endings, tentacles/monsters, body stockings, harnesses, mind control, stalking, corruption and many more.