Veronika didn’t immediately understand the preparations the Army made for her deployment to the war-torn Middle Eastern country.
Sure, the Implanon made sense – a birth control implant would be easier to manage in the field than pills. But why did she need breast enhancements – and to such an embarrassingly cow-like size?
But she was a soldier, and her job was to do as she was told. So she requested a new uniform, to accommodate her uncomfortably massive new tits, and shipped out a week later.
When she arrived at the military base in-country, she was posted on lookout duty, and given a pair of headphones. “So you can hear any relevant commands,” her commanding officer explained, although when she put them on, all she could hear was white noise.
The days passed in a blur – literally, because she was having trouble remembering what she did each day. She put on the headphones in the morning, and then… she took them off at night. What had she done in between? What had she heard on the headphones?
It seemed to her that there were less and less people in the base each day, and more and more of those who remained were women – women with big, fake tits, just like her.
In addition, she was becoming aware that she was horny more often than usual. Her cunt was always at least a little bit wet. And she was feeling stupid. She was having trouble counting past ten, or thinking for herself at all, really. She didn’t like the feeling of her uniform on her skin, and she took pleasure in removing it each night to sleep nude. The other girls did the same, and she thought they looked very pretty, all naked with their big cow tits.
The first night that another woman slipped into her bunk and began to lick her pussy, Veronika just happily spread her legs and let it happen. The next night, she picked out her favourite of the other women and went to return the favour.
One day, she was on guard duty, when someone took off her headphones. She looked up, confused, to see a group of male insurgents standing in front of her with guns. One had just taken her headphones.
She jumped, horrified. These were the enemy! They were right here at the base – armed! Then her eyes widened even further. She was naked! Where was her uniform? How long had she been nude? In fact, how many *days* had she been nude? Had she been going out on guard duty naked for day after day? When had she last worn clothes?
The lead insurgent was laughing at her. “The invaders, they do not disappoint!” he chuckled to his men, who laughed appreciatively in return.
“What… what’s going on?” she asked. She looked for her gun. It was nowhere to be seen.
“Stupid little foreign bitch,” laughed the insurgent. “Your country has been looking for a way to pull out of this region for months. They support a moderate faction; the extremists oppose them. We are in the middle, and your country did a deal with us. We don’t care for your country, or its preferred leader, but we’re practical.”
One of the leader’s lieutenants stepped forward and pushed the barrel of his gun into Veronika’s left tit, and yelled, “Bitches rub their cunts!” Veronika’s eyes widened, and her hand went to her pussy and began to frantically rub. But she noticed with worry that she was not obeying just because she was scared. She *wanted* to obey, because he was a man, and she was a bitch.
It felt good to rub her cunt, anyway. It felt right.
“So we made a deal with your country,” the leader continued. “We told them that in the past, our loyalty could be bought for the price of one hundred cows.” He laughed, and his men laughed. Veronika kept masturbating.
“Your military was so eager!” he said. “One hundred cows, no problem! Would you like Holstein or Grand Angus, they asked.”
He stepped forward and took his cock out of his pants. He pressed it against Veronika’s mouth. She opened her lips and took it inside her, sucking eagerly. No, she realised. Not just eagerly. *Gratefully*.
He continued, sighing happily as Veronika sucked. “I said no,” he said. “I said, ‘I want *American* cows. The ones with the big udders and the blonde hair. One hundred milky, breedable, stupid American cows, and you will have our support, and you can pull out.’ I thought they would say, ‘Fuck you, raghead,’ your racist people, but they surprised me. They said, ‘It’s a deal.’ They said, ‘Women soldiers cause us problems anyway.’“
“So they took their women soldiers, and they gave them big fat fake tits, and they put a slow release drug capsule in them to make them stupid and wet and fertile, and they shipped them over here, and then they had them spend all day listening to hypnotic noises to make them obedient and slutty and nude, and then they went back to America and left you here.”
He slapped her face, and then ejaculated in her mouth. Veronika swallowed.
“We’ve got a farm set up for you and all the other American cows. We’re going to milk you, and sell the milk, and rape you twice a day. And you’re going to get pregnant, because your country may want to pull out, but we certainly don’t. And we’re going to film it all and show the footage to your countrymen back home so they can see the true nature of American cows. Won’t that be nice, slut?”
She mewled in horror. She knew she should get up and run, and fight, and resist. But she had listened to her headphones for far too long, and instead she smiled, a stupid, docile smile, and used the hand that wasn’t on her cunt to squeeze her tit, picturing milk squirting from it, and she said, “Yes, sir, that sounds wonderful.”
That was the last thing she ever said in English, because after that they strapped the dildo gag onto her, and bound her hands and legs and tits, and pushed her into their truck, and once she arrived at the farm, all she was allowed to ever say after that was “Moooo…”
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