Chapter 4

A large screen on the wall opposite lit up and the face of Cindy Olsen smiled down at them

‘If I could have your attention,’ she crooned her voice amplified through the building speakers making her sound almost as inhuman as Bertha, ‘This is a recording so please don’t bother asking any questions or Bertha will have to punish you.’

The room quickly fell silent as the girls shouted pleas and protests stopped abruptly leaving only a few girls sobbing quietly to themselves.

‘For one reason or another you are here because you do not suit civilised life,’ Cindy began smiling sweetly down at them, ‘for whatever reason you have been sent here because there is nowhere else that wanted you but all that is in the past. You are going to become productive, rehabilitated members of society and in time you will come to enjoy your time here, indeed in a few months I doubt any of you will ever want to leave us.’

The screen went dark and the girls all started talking at once, some of them shouting denials, others calling out for help or just crying helplessly as the row of robots whirred back into life and began leading the groups of girls in different directions.

Sarah and the others were led down another bare corridor and out into another room with twenty or more stalls lining the walls, as they walked further into the room the stall doors swung open one by one and a girl would be directed inside with a quick jolt from the collar if she didn’t move fast enough. Soon enough it was Sarah’s turn and she hurried into the cell and watched the door close behind her with a click.

The walls were the same familiar grey of the rest of the building but there were a great many nozzles and pipes neatly recessed into the undressed concrete along with another monitor screen that flashed into life showing the same scanned image of herself she had seen earlier.

Around her she could hear the faint sounds of the rest of her group and the hum of machinery, another device rolled up the track above her and she automatically crouched down to avoid the descending mechanical limbs.

Again the collar lit up with explosive pain making her grunt in agony her throat convulsively closing against the electrical discharge.

‘RESISTANCE WILL BE PUNISHED’ Bertha chided her ‘PLEASE STAND AND COOPERATE OR PUNISHMENT WILL RESUME’

The collar stopped as suddenly as it began and Sarah took a deep shuddering breath before climbing slowly to her feet using the wall to steady herself, the mechanical arms that had lowered into her cell dangled motionless and menacing in the corners until she stepped away from the wall and she had to fight against the urge to duck again as they whirred closer.

One long arm attached itself to the back of her collar with a deep mechanical clunk effectively holding her still as the other arms crossed in front of her lowering a grey fabric sling which was pressed firmly against her stomach forcing her forwards and down, another pair of arms attached more soft straps around her shins and then pulled backwards sharply making her overbalance until she was unceremoniously swinging suspended and helpless in mid-air.

Ignoring Sarah’s panicked struggles a final long mechanical limb telescoped down behind her, the long needle at its tip aiming unerringly for her exposed bottom.

Sarah shrieked at the unexpected sting but almost immediately her head began to swim as the syringes contents flooded into her system making her feel strangely lightheaded and confused, she knew distantly that she had been upset but at that moment she was so comfortable that she only wanted to close her eyes.

In her private control room Cindy watched with satisfaction as her new arrivals succumbed to their new situation, one by one the last few stubborn girls gave in to the inevitable and were hoisted into their slings and lulled into a deep drugged sleep.

Relaxing back into her chair she let Bertha's attendant arms swing down over her and as they hissed quietly into life she let her thoughts slip back to her own first few days in Bertha's care.

Her father had been horrified when he found his once skinny daughter in the barn with the cows, her immensely inflated body suspended from a sling stuffing fistfuls of cattle feed into her mouth with one hand and rubbing wildly at her sopping pussy with the other completely oblivious to his presence. They had taken her out of the barn like she was made of fine china that might break and tucked her to bed but the next morning they found her back in the barn being milked with the rest of the cattle and her father’s shock had turned to outraged anger.

They had sent her off to psychiatrists and doctors, forbidden her to go anywhere near the cattle barns, changed the locks and nailed shut all the windows, but when none of it worked they resorted to keeping her locked in her room.

The doctors had gone on about post traumatic stress disorder and operant conditioning but as far as she was concerned it all boiled down to the same thing… Cindy was a cow and they couldn’t fix it.

Her life had adapted to the routine of the farm and without it she had fallen into a deep depression and then she became suddenly quite seriously ill, when the doctors told her father that her body had adapted to the drugs Bertha had pumped into her system and become dependent on them he finally gave in to defeat.

Cindy was given a prescription to wean her slowly off the drugs and reluctantly her father allowed her to return to the barn and she quickly began to recover, although she slept in a bed instead of a pen and she was no longer allowed the injections or the animal feed.

Reliving that old memory Cindy moaned in pleasure as the pumps attached to her breasts slowly milked her with rhythmic sucking motions like the questing lips of a tireless lover, her chair had reclined all the way back and Bertha had obediently activated the vibrating toy which snaked between her legs and pressed itself urgently against her throbbing clit.

As she began to buck wildly the soft restraints built into the chair carefully held her down, Bertha having long since been programmed to respond for her owner’s desire for helpless captivity as she lost herself in the past