The following is a work of total fiction and intended solely for consumption by those legally of age and where ADULT MATERIAL is permitted. Strong subject matter is contained and is for those not easily offended by such. Any reuse of the material without the author's express consent is strongly discouraged. Thank you and enjoy. Faibhar Annika's Second Fight One week spent on the farm radically changed the self-assured HR Director into something else. Her only other human companion, the old farmer, let her loose from the cramp cage during the days to relieve herself and exercise by running circles in the nearest field while attached to the leash. He seemed to pay particular attention as he closely shaved her legs and genitals. Annika no longer cared of her former corporate life with all of its many concerns. By week's end she was eating the day's allocation of raw meat. He had modified pump system used for other livestock so that she was milked each day. Whenever he let her out, he always carried the cattle prod. She had a full-blown PMS attitude thanks to the doctor. Prodding her between the bars with a stick had not helped improve her disposition. The farmer never let his guard down and kept the cattle prod handy. Milk collected was stored for the return of the Suits as they had ordered before leaving. "What are these?" Jack Lang, Sales Director of Sego Corp, asked. His fingertips traced three fresh burn marks on the backs of Annika's thighs as his former colleague was secured to the rail. The diagonal burns on the sleek legs each looked about three-inches long. The farmer grumbled and spit out tobacco before answering. He wasn't going to be accused of any wrong doing. "I had to use the prod on the bitch, once or twice. To keep her in line, you understand..." Jack looked toward where the farmer pointed and saw the metal shaft leaning against the stall, and then nodded his approval. His polo shirt rustled as he, plus the three with him, had changed after worked that Friday and were dressed in what was known as "business casual." When Annika again was bent over the rail, ankles spread and tied, plus arms pulled out and tied to each wooden support, Jack gave her ass a small pat. He returned to his men, shrugged and said, "Looks like our work is never done. Let's get started." He thinly smiled as one brought the pail, another placed the metal brace inside of her mouth, and the third stood alongside him. Dr. Jameson arrived late the following afternoon. He checked on the caged HR Director as two of the salesmen taunted her by poking sticks between the bars of the cage. She growled, but the cramp box prevented turning around and snapping at her taunters. Satisfied that both of his potions were still at work, he announced that Annika was prepared for her second fight. Jack Lang watched as she was helped out and steadied as she stood. This Annika Hannisom version with the cursing and spitting at those holding her was quite unlike the corporate type that always seemed able to coolly one-up him. This version he could really use in sales... The doctor made sure that the standing female could not injure him. Once certain, the balding physician unwrapped the old bandages around her hand and leg. He inspected the partially healed wounds and then with the help of one of Sego's sales people, he wound thick leather around the calf. The brown bands covered the stitches and went all the way up to just below her knee. The farmer waited until they wrapped her forearms in similar thick leather and then handed Lang a short strip of wire. The city-boy used it to tie her elbows together behind her back. Annika's head spun as her arms and legs were being wrapped in the heavy leather. When her arms were pulled back and tied, she felt her chest tighten. The milk-heavy breasts pointed outward. Their pink tips had long ago swollen into teats surrounded by dark, engorged flesh, not like her at all. She took a deep breath and tried to clear her head. "That looks like it's about it. Besides, I think they're waiting for us in the building next door." Jack Lang picked up the cattle prod and nudging Annika by the crook of her elbow stepped towards the barn door. Crickets chattered and gravel crunched under her feet. The sensations brought back memories for Annika. This time, they paused before opening the door to the other building. She felt Jack pull back her faux brunette hair into a ponytail, and then whisper in her ear. Annika also pulled back her shoulders and sucked in her breath as she felt the pain of the cattle prod enter her ass. "Blonde, let's make sure we give them a good show, okay?" She smelled Jack's cologne and felt his hot breath. Just as he finished his sentence, the door flew open. Light from inside blinded her at first. They moved in. The prod made her almost waddle. Annika looked at the rest of the interior. The ring was the same, but surely this crowd was twice as large. Word must have gotten out. In the ring's center stood the nude, the man in charge and the owner of the farm. The one they called Jack removed the cattle prod from the female as the farmer attached one end of a leash line to the band around her neck. The farmer remained in the center as the other man led the female until the leash grew taught. "It's part of the prelim for tonight's fight," Jack explained to his sales assistants as he joined them outside of the ring. All eyes followed the female as she ran around the ring, stumbling and trying to adjust to the increased weight of her swollen tits and arms tied behind her back. Ten laps later, the one who would not be blonde was covered by a sheen of sweat from head to toe as the leash was unlatched. Her metal collar was also removed and she was then moved to the edge of the ring, where she faced the audience. "Anybody here been to one of those aquatic parks where the whales splash?" Jack yelled out to the crowd. A few shook their heads as he reached around Annika. Grabbing both mammaries, he squeezed. Milk sprayed, splashing those nearest. Annika tried to step back, but Jack's arms around her from behind were too strong. She winced as she felt her breasts crushed. Raucous laughter from the crowd opened her eyes. Looking down her heaving chest, she saw why they were laughing. "All right. Have it your way then. But, it's gonna cost you..." A shoving match ensued. Fists waved paper currency from out-thrust arms. Jack grabbed the bills as fast as they were shoved at him. He nodded to two of his sales people who stepped Annika forward. Those that paid began to suckle the prize milk. Annika closed her eyes. She tried not to cry, but felt her tears well anyway. Her chest shuddered. Fingers and mouths and teeth used her breasts. Unbeknownst to her, the farmer behind was setting up another part of the evening's preliminary in the center of the ring, an event possibly even more humiliating than the one she was currently enduring. "No, I will not!" Annika hissed at Jack as the two of them stood in the center of the ring. Before their feet stood a rubber phallus, towering almost 12". Jack tightened his grip on the cattle prod he held, and his other hand on Annika's elbow. His eyes wandered down the splendid chest with the now somewhat deflated tits, and then he caressed the end of the prod against the back of Annika's thigh. "You know what they say...The Show Must Go On." Annika cringed as she felt his hold on her increase and the wire rubbing her leg. She took one more look at the dildo sticking up. "Besides, HR Director, do you see any possible alternatives?" He pushed the trigger button and laughed as she cried out and jumped. The crowd gathered in the building that night cheered as the female leaned against the man and then he spread her legs as he moved her shoulders down so that she squatted over the dildo. Even those who had tasted the human milk were beside themselves as the man further worked the female in a slow circle so that all could see her slowly screwing down the staff until mere inches were visible between her legs. Then her torso was pulled backward. Her tied and leather-bound arms supported her. The hard-rubber dildo bent inside. The man moved her body so that her hips rose and fell. Spectators ecstatically applauded. Jack swung his open hand and again slapped Annika's face as she stood before him. "I want that game face back on." He sprayed cold water over her head. Annika glared back at the sales exec. From the corner of her eye she saw the dildo glistening under the lights from what she knew were her own juices. She felt the metal band unlocked from her neck and saw it replaced by a vicious-looking spiked dog collar. She felt revived. Her vitality returned. With it came the PMS from the doctor's shot. She twisted her wrists to flex all of her arms as they were released. All around her she heard bets being made. She felt like the prizefighter she was. "That's better. That's my girl," Jack said as he motioned everyone else out of the ring. "I think it's about time to begin, and Annika..." Her eyes burned back into his. "Just to show that we play fair here, this is for you." She looked down at her right hand as he placed a black baton in her palm. "May the best bitch win," Jack blew a kiss, patted her rear and lasciviously winked as he turned and left. Annika stepped backward, her eyes on the far wall of the ring. Like before, a section opened. A black and tan Rottweiler cautiously appeared. It was much bigger than the terrier in her first fight. This one, too, wore a spiked collar but instead of running at her head-long, like the dog in her first fight, this one warily eyed her and sniffed the ground. Something told her it was smelling her own scent, and the animal, indeed, tracked its way to the center of the ring and the dildo. An eye still on her, its nose trailed the scent to the base of the phallus. Reaching the scented rubber, its big pink tongue emerged and it licked the shaft. Annika gripped the rod in her hand tighter and watched as the Rottweiler marked its territory by peeing. Well, at least, she thought as she watched the dog urinate, she'd be fighting a sister. Finished with what it needed to do, the beast maliciously barked and ran at Annika. She was prepared as the thick head turned her way. She saw the beady black eyes gleam and then the bulk charge. She held both hands on each end of the baton. As the growling dog leap up at her, she held out the bar. Pearly white teeth bared. They gripped the bar in its massive jaws. Annika yelled in frustration as her only weapon was torn from her grip. She ran alongside the wall of the ring, but was no match for the canine. Annika screamed as pain shot through her wounded leg. She looked down as she fell. The leather wrapping was a useless defense. Shredded strands from the tightly-wrapped bands flew. Worse, the dog had her leg between its teeth. She rolled on the hard dirt as she landed. Kicking out with her other foot, she hit the dog's head. Its bite slipped. She used her foot again and with more force. This time, the dog let go and ran off. Annika lay on her back. Above were the bright pools of lights that nearly blinded. She shut her eyes and moved her knee to get up. Oblivious to the shouts from the crowd, she stood bent over. She could put no weight on her wounded leg. She looked down and saw the stream of scarlet pooling at her foot. The aficionados roared their approval as the tall woman was hit and fell a second time. Those that had previously bet on the dog to win were clearly pleased at the fight, so far. The teeth were aimed right at her stomach, and Annika dodged just in time. In spinning, though, she lost her balance and fell on her weakened leg. She tried to stand up, again, but could not. Sweat streamed down her forehead. Thinking of a new tactic, she lay down on her back and let the slavering jaws come between her and the lights above. Being a lefty, she made a fist and swung with all of her might. She felt her knuckles sink into the dog's chest, and as it moved off, she rolled up and onto her knees. It was still wondering what had hit its chest and where its air suddenly went when the human bit. Pain shot through the animal's head as its ear was torn. The pain though only fired its animal brain to new anger. It snapped its head away. Those fortunate enough to be in the building leapt to their feet as one when human legs entangled with animal ones and the two bodies spun across the dirt ring. The noise seemed to raise the roof of the humble building. Above their noise they heard the dog growling and woman screeching. Bettors on the animal now had second thoughts about their sure win. Locked together, Annika felt both the animal's anger and fear. Its hot blood covered her lips and chin. This time, she'd save her teeth and wrapped her fingers around the dog's hind leg. She twisted. It yelped in pain. She yanked the leg more before letting go. They continued spinning across the ring's floor until slamming into the wall. Splinters and dust rained over both of them. She had let go and heard the animal yelp, but could not understand why it was still with her. The explosion in her right shoulder provided the answer. Her arm went limp. Annika felt faint. She felt blood issuing from her back. She screamed in pain again as teeth bit her good leg. They held. Powerful jaws began to gnaw. Annika felt her self being dragged by her leg. Her bleeding back scraped the floor of the ring. Arms trailed behind. Gambling sorts tried to double down, but found no takers as the canine had obviously gained advantage. Nonetheless, all cheered as the human was dragged by the dog with its teeth gripping her leg. The two-legged creature left a wide scarlet wake as she was pulled across the floor. Annika barely maintained consciousness. The lights above all seemed a blur. She felt the pulling stop, and then saw the creature loom over her. She saw its beady eyes target her breasts. She knew what savagery to them would spell and resigned herself to death when fingers from one of her arms felt the baton's hard surface. The fingers pulled the rod closer until they wrapped around the shaft. Breath came in torturous spurts, but feeling the hardness of the baton and then gripping it made Annika's heart pump faster and breath even faster. Blood streamed down the side of the dog's face. It, too, was slick with sweat. She saw it ready to pounce on her chest. Its jaws opened. The black head lunged down at her. Annika saw white of the sharp teeth and the pink tongue. She flexed her one good arm-the one holding the baton- and used it like a spear, stabbing the free end into the dog's mouth. Its black eyes swelled in shock. Annika shoved the baton a second time, forcing it into the animal's throat and twisting. The Rottweiler gagged on the shaft. Saliva and then foam dripped from the opened jaws. It moved away and to the side. Annika kept the baton shoved in the dog's mouth. She rolled slightly to move as the dog stepped back. It tried to cough the shaft out, but the baton was held in too deep. Annika's arm shook from all of the exertion as she held the baton deep inside of the dog's jaws. The animal's eyes looked at her once, and then closed. It rolled over onto its side and lay still. Annika let go of the rod and fell back. Her eyes closed. She vaguely heard the crowd stomping. Her body ached. Even with the tortures, she was proud she had won. Next time, though, she could do with a little less agony.
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