Jane lived like a prisoner in her four walls. She never went outside to feel the sunlight on her. Her master kept her locked up in the guesthouse with ten other young women who shared this one small room. It was so cramped that there was barely enough room to think. Every morning at around ten a.m., the master would come into the guesthouse and throw some slop down for them to eat. He would also force them to line up for some sort of shots. No one had any idea what these shots were for but they never refused because if they did, they would get a severe beating. Once, there was this girl, Linda, who refused and he took her out back and she was never seen or heard from since.
Once a week, the master would bring around the neighborhood stud and line up all of the girls so he could rape each and every one of them. He would watch and make sure that everyone got a turn. Jane hated this most of all, as it was always painful and uncomfortable. After the stud forcefully spread his seed amongst all of the young girls, he would be led away. No one knew where he would go, but they knew that the master must have had him chained up somewhere else on the premises because he always seemed scared.
One day, Jane noticed that she was getting a big belly but didn't know why and had never experienced anything like this before. The master had noticed it, too, one morning and suddenly grabbed her and led her off to be put in a small little room outside of the guesthouse. The room was so small that she could barely lay down. This was where she spend another three months, never able to go outside. she would just lay there in her own feces, day in and day out, while her belly seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. The master would come in every morning to give her a shot and throw some slop down for her to eat.
Then the morning came when she was in total pain and was screaming like a mad woman. Something was happening inside of her and she didn't know what. The master must have heard because he came barging in, incompassionately, and started ripping the life right out of her. She looked down and saw a head, then arms, then feet...the maternal side in her was innately coming out, but as soon as the now crying little baby came out of her, it was whisked away...taken from her..never to be seen again. She cried and cried tears of mourning...and was sent back to with the other women.
In the next year, Jane had two more babies, which were delivered and taken away from her in the exact same way, never to be seen again. She was in a state of constant depression. She had finally got to the point that when it came time to be raped one week, she rebelled and refused. The master yelled at her, pulled her hair and threw her to the ground, while all of the other young women watched in horror. They wanted to help her, but feared the consequences if they did. The master started beating her with his belt and the tear welled up in her eyes but she couldn't do it. He finally got so enraged that he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off to her own little cell, where she remained for a few days.
A few days later, she heard voices outside. Three men were huddled around talking. Finally, the door to her cell opened and the master was standing there with two scary-looking men, inspecting her. "We'll take this one," said one of the men and he pulled out his wallet. After paying the master, he grabbed Jane's wrists and yanked her out of her cell, throwing her in the back of their truck, with her arms and legs tied together. She had no idea where they were going but was scared as hell...
The destination was a big rundown looking type of barn. They pulled right up to the door and carried her from the back of the truck into the building. There was a foul-smelling stench that permeated the air. It was starting to make her feel sick and a sudden panic came over her. There was a big hook hanging from the ceiling. The two men forcefully lifted her up and hung her on it. It stuck right into her back causing the sharpest pain she'd ever felt in her life. she could feel her blood running down her back and began to feel light-headed. The last thing she saw was the ice pick being swung right into her heart....
"How's your dinner, son?" he asked his little boy. His son just "moo'd" with delight, savoring every bite of his steak.
If this is disturbing, just think what a farm factory animal goes through everyday of it's short life. People think animals don't have feelings, but that's just to make ourselves feel better. The scientific proof is that they do.
Once a week, the master would bring around the neighborhood stud and line up all of the girls so he could rape each and every one of them. He would watch and make sure that everyone got a turn. Jane hated this most of all, as it was always painful and uncomfortable. After the stud forcefully spread his seed amongst all of the young girls, he would be led away. No one knew where he would go, but they knew that the master must have had him chained up somewhere else on the premises because he always seemed scared.
One day, Jane noticed that she was getting a big belly but didn't know why and had never experienced anything like this before. The master had noticed it, too, one morning and suddenly grabbed her and led her off to be put in a small little room outside of the guesthouse. The room was so small that she could barely lay down. This was where she spend another three months, never able to go outside. she would just lay there in her own feces, day in and day out, while her belly seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. The master would come in every morning to give her a shot and throw some slop down for her to eat.
Then the morning came when she was in total pain and was screaming like a mad woman. Something was happening inside of her and she didn't know what. The master must have heard because he came barging in, incompassionately, and started ripping the life right out of her. She looked down and saw a head, then arms, then feet...the maternal side in her was innately coming out, but as soon as the now crying little baby came out of her, it was whisked away...taken from her..never to be seen again. She cried and cried tears of mourning...and was sent back to with the other women.
In the next year, Jane had two more babies, which were delivered and taken away from her in the exact same way, never to be seen again. She was in a state of constant depression. She had finally got to the point that when it came time to be raped one week, she rebelled and refused. The master yelled at her, pulled her hair and threw her to the ground, while all of the other young women watched in horror. They wanted to help her, but feared the consequences if they did. The master started beating her with his belt and the tear welled up in her eyes but she couldn't do it. He finally got so enraged that he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off to her own little cell, where she remained for a few days.
A few days later, she heard voices outside. Three men were huddled around talking. Finally, the door to her cell opened and the master was standing there with two scary-looking men, inspecting her. "We'll take this one," said one of the men and he pulled out his wallet. After paying the master, he grabbed Jane's wrists and yanked her out of her cell, throwing her in the back of their truck, with her arms and legs tied together. She had no idea where they were going but was scared as hell...
The destination was a big rundown looking type of barn. They pulled right up to the door and carried her from the back of the truck into the building. There was a foul-smelling stench that permeated the air. It was starting to make her feel sick and a sudden panic came over her. There was a big hook hanging from the ceiling. The two men forcefully lifted her up and hung her on it. It stuck right into her back causing the sharpest pain she'd ever felt in her life. she could feel her blood running down her back and began to feel light-headed. The last thing she saw was the ice pick being swung right into her heart....
"How's your dinner, son?" he asked his little boy. His son just "moo'd" with delight, savoring every bite of his steak.
If this is disturbing, just think what a farm factory animal goes through everyday of it's short life. People think animals don't have feelings, but that's just to make ourselves feel better. The scientific proof is that they do.
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