[17:04] Women Are Property: Fun looking profile. Want to set something up?
[17:04] Dumb Hub: Sure, have something in mind?
[17:05] Women Are Property: The dance class and hucow farms are appealing, but I'm wondering if you had a specific idea related to your status and the linked pic.
[17:08] Dumb Hub: I did, actually. A forgotten fertility goddess who wants to regain her formal glory and power. In order to do that, she needs to be impregnated often. So, she finds a place that will do that for her. A cattle farm. She lets them take her milk, they keep filling and powering her back.
[17:08] Dumb Hub: former glory*
[17:09] Women Are Property: Not bad. Goddesses are at the top of my list.
[17:10] Women Are Property: So she's just another hucow in the crowd?
[17:11] Dumb Hub: Yes, but she only gives birth to stillborns since she's absorbing the life from them.
[17:11] Dumb Hub: But just having women in her vicinity makes them far more receptive and fertile.
[17:13] Women Are Property: A bit counterintuitive for a goddess of fertility to be infertile, and a bit of a downer. What if instead they matured into fellow hucows off-scene, linked to her so that when they were bred, her power was further boosted?
[17:14] Dumb Hub: She's not infertile. She's there to power herself back up, doing that by feeding off of her children. That idea may work better. Same with the other women, able to leech off of them by giving them 'blessings'.
[17:14] Women Are Property: The more "followers" she has, the more power she gains.
[17:15] Women Are Property: Till every woman is reduced to a pitiful state like she is in.
[17:15] Women Are Property: Where would you like to start the scene? Her coming to the farmer and offering her services?
[17:16] Dumb Hub: Wandering there, drawn by the raw virility/fertility, unsure of what she's going to find.
[17:16] Women Are Property: Alrighty. Anything else you want to go over before we start?
[17:17] Dumb Hub: Nope. Anything for you?
[17:17] Women Are Property: Nothing immediately coming to mind. Want to set the scene?
[17:24] Dumb Hub: The worst thing for a goddess was to be forgotten. Mortals were supposed to be the creation of gods, but it was actually the opposite. Gods were created by the collective consciousness of the people. The more that believed, the stronger the god. Sadly for Elena, few remained who knew of her. Enough still prayed that she clung to life, but as soon as they were lost, she would fade away. She couldn't let that happen. All across the country there were reports of women spontaneously giving birth at different stages of their pregnancies, the babies somehow coming out fully formed and healthy. The reports lead in a line heading straight to a farm. It wasn't exactly a legal operation, so few knew of it.

Elena had no clue what it was she would fine, she only felt herself being pulled there. Then, she found it, finally. An unsuspecting little farm. There were mostly women working it, tending the fields while gravid, though a vast majority of the women were inside the three barns. Since it needed to be kept quiet, sentries kept a lookout, one spotting her as she approached. She was clad in elegant silks, red and white, ornate with gold and jewels. She was barefoot, each step leaving behind flowers that grew and bloomed in seconds.
[17:29] Women Are Property: Bill was right in the middle of work when Elena stepped inside the barn. It was hard work too. The air was hot and humid. The smell was pungent and thick. And he was only halfway down the line of six girls that were ready to accept his seed. Still, he loved his job, and even though he liked to relax at times and let the girls ride his cock while he checked the books, there wasn't much as satisfying as pounding a girl from behind with all your strength.

When he saw Elena, he felt himself climax just a few seconds after, flooding the hucow's womb with hot seed, so much that it started leaking out before he had even pulled away. His personal assistant Belle crawled along after him as he came towards Elena, doing her best to clean his cock off with her tongue, "Hello there, missy. You seem a little lost."
[17:36] Dumb Hub: "No," she stated bluntly. Walking forward, placing a hand on one of the bred girl's asses. She moaned, squirting a mess of juices to the ground as her belly visibly began to swell. She kept on growing until her water broke. Then, she moved on to the next, a hand on her ass. It was the same. A sudden orgasm followed by immediate gestation, then induced labor. "This is right where I'm supposed to be." She walked further down the line, slapping each girl on the ass along the way. They each came from just a touch, but she wasn't holding onto them like she had the first two. So, instead of swelling all the way into labor, the third only grew a trimester or two.

Once she was out of girls who had been bred, she wandered to the end of the line. "I suspect you're curious," she said as she began to strip. Easily peeling away the loose fitting clothing. Dropping it to the ground beneath. Once it left her body, it seemed to dissolve into the air. She was left there, not a shred of clothing to be seen. Nothing to hide her voluptuous body. Child bearing hips, heavy tits that were already swollen with milk. "Just keep doing what you were," she told him as she got down onto all fours, joining the line of women.
[17:40] Women Are Property: "Hah!" He grinned as he watched the raw display of power and sexuality, "If you insist."

The next girl was taken from behind. She was young and petite, nearly bouncing off entirely with every thrust. The one after was one of his more mature girls, and he laid her out on her back, pulling up her legs as he pinned her to the ground and fucked her so hard she was left drooling. For the final of his girls, he took a seat, let her climb into his lap and ride his cock as he addressed the visitor, "I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself, girl. I'm not about to fuck someone who doesn't work here, let alone a stranger."
[17:51] Dumb Hub: The always had to give her trouble. She watched in envy as the other women were bred. She may have been a goddess, but that didn't exclude her from primal desires.

"You've seen what I can do. Are you sure you want to see what happens when I'm angry?" She rolled over onto her side, legs spread apart, twat already drooling with desire. It was a bluff, of course. "I'm sorry, I can't even use my powers to harm men," she told him shortly after. "I get cranky when I'm not pregnant. I'm a fertility goddess, you see. I was drawn here by something. I think I'm supposed to be here. Won't you keep me?"
[17:54] Women Are Property: The girl on his lap was bouncing her hips furiously, and she was rewarded with a fresh creamy load, her eyes rolling back up into her head. He lifted her off and dropped her into the hay, rose up from the chair and approached Elena, towered over her. He could sense her power, but more than that, he could sense her nature; he didn't have anything to worry about.

"If you're ready to sign on to the farm, a cow like you could do a lot of good work here. Your talents in particular. Normally I'd tell you to come in at the start of the month like all new applicants...but I'll make an exception. Follow me and I'll get you fitted." He turned to leave, heading towards a nearby building at a leisurely pace.
[18:00] Dumb Hub: Even the highest goddess ranked beneath the lowest mortal man. That wasn't what most of them believed, but it was how she felt. Or at least, it was how the culture that created her felt. "Thank you. Sir!" she said eagerly as she followed after him. She was down on all fours just as she had seen his assistant doing, always staying a few paces behind him, slowing and stopping if he did.

"Would you like me to teach you how to suppress my powers? There's a brand you can use that will trap a goddess inside of their body, basically making them mortal. It used to get used on me once every century or so. They'd transfer my powers to the shaman's staff so he could use them for himself." She chatted happily, the tone and mood already changed to something cheerful for her. It felt like her journey had finally come to an end.
[18:03] Women Are Property: "Ohhh? That sounds pretty useful." He said as he led her into a workshop. He grabbed a handful of her silky hair, then had her climb up onto a platform, place her head and hands into stocks that would hold her firmly in place. That done, he started heating up the electric brand, the device lightly humming as it warmed up.

"I might make use of that. The question is, which is the better tool. You, or some staff?" He asked as he gave her exposed ass a hard slap, "Having the power of a goddess inside a staff would be helpful indeed. But having the power of a goddess in the appealing form of that goddess herself...well, then it all comes down to you, doesn't it?"
[18:07] Dumb Hub: Who knew a woman could even get so wet. When she was locked into the stock, it was dripping, hitting the floor like the sound of water dripping. It ran down her thighs in messy beads, leaving them shining. "That's up to you, Master," she said as though the term came naturally to her. As if he couldn't be anything else.

"I'm a goddess, but I'm also woman. I could never use my own abilities as well as a man could." Her ass eventually settled down and stopped jiggling, a red hand print visible on her pale flesh by then.
[18:10] Women Are Property: "Damn right." He said as held the brand near her ass cheek, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of it, leaving it there for a second before pressing it down onto her perfect flesh. There was a sizzling sound, the smell of divine flesh being cooked as he held it against her for four...five...nine seconds. When he pulled the brand away, his mark stood clearly on her dark skin, the pink lines still tender and fresh.

"Now let's go get you your collar."
[18:15] Dumb Hub: Despite the heat and impending pain, she didn't react. It wasn't until it was actually pressed into her that she did. At first, only twisting slightly, toes curling. After a few seconds, she whimpered, now dragging her foot along the ground. Once it finally left her body, she relaxed, all of the tenseness fading from her body. She may have been divine, but that proved she wasn't invulnerable.

"If you want my power for yourself, carve the same brand into any object, then put your blood on my brand and touch them together," she told him while he searched for a collar.
[18:20] Women Are Property: "Hooo..." He mused to himself, something to consider, "Perhaps I will before the day is out. For now though..."

The next room was inside, the chill breeze of air conditioning contrasting sharply with the humid summer weather, thick carpet for her to crawl on, "Just a bit of paperwork for you to fill out before we finish." He said as he took out a single page form and pen, sat them on the only table in the room, low to the floor so that she could reach it even on all fours, "Sign here. For most sluts, they would be signing away their wealth and their rights, becoming less than human, just meat for me to cultivate and exploit. Since you've got your own circumstances going on, I want you to understand that if you sign this, it's the end. Whatever you once were, a cow is all you'll ever be."

He shoved the end of the pen into her mouth and had her bite down; cattle weren't allowed to hold anything in their hands, "Now sign."
[18:25] Dumb Hub: She couldn't let herself fade. She needed followers to fuel herself. Or so she thought. A new idea sprung into her mind. Did she really need that many people to worship her? She settled the pen between her teeth, staring down at the paper. Wouldn't just one follower be enough to keep her alive? And couldn't he be that one? Why go through all of that effort if she could stay here and continue to live.

She leaned in, pressing the tip to the paper. She scratched 'Elena' into it messily, the signature hardly legible. Then, she looked up at him, tilting the pen up towards him with her teeth, a smile on her face. Humans had really changes a lot in the past few centuries. It was nice to see wide the gap between men and women had grown.
[18:28] Women Are Property: "Good girl. Good cow." He said warmly as he yanked her head up, "Time for you to join the herd."

A heavy metal collar was wrapped around her throat, locking in place, then the lock fusing into one solid piece, "The only way that's coming off is if I ever send you to the butcher. Treasure it." He let her drop once more, "Now. Show me your appreciation. Show me what that lewd body of yours was made for. Get me hard and I'll give you what you need."
[18:31] Dumb Hub: "Don't you mean when you send me?" She leaned in to press her lips to his cock, kissing it softly. He still tasted like those other girls he had been with. She would have to change that and replace it with her own flavor. "All cows eventually end as meat." An easy thing to say for someone who wouldn't stay dead.

Iron around her neck was a nostalgic feeling. It brought back many memories, most of them pleasant. Much of them involving training to do exactly this. She took his glans between her lips, guiding his shaft further into her mouth, encasing it with warmth so she could then get to work. Bobbing forward and back, messily slurping and drooling on the first few inches of his length.
[18:35] Women Are Property: "I only send the old and the disappointments. I'll have to wait and see with you." As she got to work, he bit his thumb, drawing a drop of blood, smearing it across the sensitive brand on her ass. He then pressed the same pen she'd used to sign the contract against the brand, the same logo used on the merchandise as his cattle.

"Besides, I know how you gods work. I might control your power, but I need a conduit for the worship or it's just another pen. You'll need to give me lots of daughters just as useful as you before you can retire."
[18:39] Dumb Hub: Next, she guided his cock into her throat. Swallowing him, encasing his cock in a tight, warm embrace. She could work him in and out with ease, fucking her own throat with his cock without hardly a reaction. At least, until he put the pen against her brand.

It was hard to perceive, but there was an aura around her. The moment the pen touched, it all got sucked inside of it. For the first time, she appeared as a normal human. She did something she didn't seem capable of earlier. Gagging around his cock, body trying to force the blockage out. She had to breathe now. A searing pain radiated from her ass, something that was barely an itch before. Tears formed in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she fought all of her instincts to keep him inside of her throat.
[18:43] Women Are Property: He noticed her discomfort immediately. She was still lovely, as pretty as any of his cows, but her divine radiance was gone, emptied out like a sieve. Holding the pen, he could sense a connection between the two of them, a link. She was powering the pen, and would so long as the connection held.

"Let's test this out." He focused his will, then on her cheek he scribbled, the words becoming clear and crisp as if he was using a fine paintbrush rather than a cheap pen, saying simply "Cow, property of Bill."

He felt a surge of power, then saw two small nubby horns form on top of her head, saw the big floppy white ears with black spots replace her own, then a thin, swishing tail at the small of her back, "Interesting."
[18:46] Dumb Hub: As she changed, so did the sounds she made. Rather than whining grunts, they were more bovine, pleasureful moos. She eventually lost her battle with her body, ripping her head back, gasping for air. Breathing was always a weird thing. Her eyes were fixed on his prick while she panted, trying to collect herself so she could get back to work.

"Moo!" she said eagerly, followed by a questioning "Moo?" She was trying to say something sexy so he might fuck her. Once again, she tried to talk. "Moo!" No matter how hard she tried, the words wouldn't come.
[18:49] Women Are Property: "Well, that's fun, but not quite so useful. Not if I'm going to have you worshipped by the masses of women worldwide." Roughly, he stepped on her back, flattening her to the floor. He kept his boot on the back of her neck, then wrote along her back: [i]A goddess in intellect and stature if not in power.[/i]

"We can work out the specifics later. Right now, isn't there one thing you wanted to ask of me, one thing you need more than anything else?"
[18:53] Dumb Hub: "Moo, moo, Moo!" she kept on going. Singing something, perhaps. Entertaining herself with this unseen circumstance. As he wrote, she didn't stop singing, but her mooing shifted back to words. "I love cocks, great big dicks! No matter who they're from, the rich or the hicks!" Her cheeks turned a bright red when she realized she was speaking English again, clearing her throat to try and change the subject.

Luckily for her, he did it for her. "There was," she told him, a hand sliding underneath her body. It went between her legs, slapping her wet twat a few times. "I want. No, I [b]need[/b] to be bred. A cow can't be a cow if she isn't pregnant."
[18:55] Women Are Property: "That's right. Clever girl." Stowing the pen behind his ear, he lifted her up from the floor, pushed her to the wall, the contact sending a fresh new wave of pain when her ass hit the hard surface. She was too short while he standing straight, so he lifted her off her feet with one hand on her collar, then slapped the head of his cock against her twat, "I know what you need. Now beg for it."
[18:59] Dumb Hub: The moaning slut he would have had if he left her alone was gone. He had altered her personality to add shame. Pale cheeks blood red when she was put into that new position, though the pain of hitting her brand drew her attention away from the shame of it all. "Master," she mumbled. "Please breed your cow. Let her do something useful for once in her life."
[19:01] Women Are Property: "Well said. But you'll need to do better next time." He let her drop, falling onto his cock, supporting her entire weight on his shaft as he held her against the wall. She was tight as a virgin but more wet and slippery than any other girl he'd had, enough to ignite his desire. His forearm across her throat, he started to smash into her, hips thrusting so hard it seemed like the wall might just break as he bounced her body on his cock.
[19:04] Dumb Hub: Was this a mistake? She didn't remember cocks being so big before. She didn't know humans could be so rough. It was entirely bestial, her body molding to his whim. It's like he was crushing her womb with each deep thrust, only to them crash her body forward into the wall. She had nowhere to go. All she could do was whine and groan. There was no pleasure here. They weren't making love. This was her being welcomed to her new life in the proper way.
[19:07] Women Are Property: With a grunt, he started to cum, emptying his balls inside of her. The cum was hotter than the branding iron, boiling inside of her womb, dripping down her thighs as he kept her there against the wall for a long moment, a few more thrusts to make sure she'd taken in everything.

"You're not a bad fuck. I might use you again soon." He said as he let her drop to the floor.
[19:10] Dumb Hub: Once she was down on the floor where she belonged, she laid there. Pain was far worse when you weren't used to experiencing it to such extremes. "Thank you," were the only words she could muster. This room was comfortable. The air conditioning pleasant, the floor soft. That was how she knew she didn't belong there.

"Where will I be staying?" she asked as she forced herself up to all fours, legs trembling, struggling to hold up her weight.
[19:16] Women Are Property: He clipped a leash to the D-ring of her collar, "Let me show you." He walked her at a brisk pace back outside, back to the largest barn, over the smooth gravel laid out on the ground.

Inside, a wave of wet heat him them both, the sounds of a hundred women moaning and mooing. There were two lines of women, each held in place by parallel iron bars with latches on the top. He took her to an empty section, laid her head on the bottom bar, then closed the top one over, keeping her in place on all fours, "When you start to lactate like a normal woman, another girl will hook you into the pumps. For now, just try and eat and build your strength." He said as he attached a feedback over her face.

The meal was tasteless and dry and hard, but every girl with her own feedback had her eyes closed in bliss as they ate.
[19:22] Dumb Hub: It wasn't so easy to keep up with him this time. She didn't remember it hurting so much to crawl. Her knees were scrapped by the time they made it to her new home. Once locked inside, she took in her surroundings.

"So this is what I am now? Forever?" It was going to be a horrifically boring existence. "I'm a goddess. I tried so hard for centuries to make this a reality and I failed. You're a mortal and you succeeded. This really is all I'm good for," she said, accepting her lot in life. Enjoying her meal for its lack of flavor. A good taste would have been wasted on her anyways.
[19:25] Women Are Property: "Not forever. I'll have more use for you than just this. No. You're going to be the downfall of half of humanity. Every woman is going to learn her place as you have. But first...you need to know humility. I saw the joy you had in serving, the pleasure you had in being owned. You need to learn that these things do not matter. Your own pleasure, your own satisfaction and happiness, your own survival...those are nothing. Only my will. You seem to be a fast learner though. So I'll see you again in six months. Until then, I'll see what being a God is like."

She didn't hear him leave over the sound of the other cows making noise.
[19:28] Dumb Hub: Not forever, but long enough to break her. Other men came and went and took their turns with her, but she had already been seeded with a child. She was fed often, fattened up further to add some cushion and keep the baby healthy. Before long, she was being milked. By the time he returned, she was indistinguishable from the rest of them. Moaning, mooing, her gaze unfocused. Staring off into nothing. She hadn't moved in so long that her muscles had atrophied. Even if she wanted to stand, she wouldn't be able to anymore. Not without some training.