Chapter Twenty-Three
Transported
The next several months, at least they seemed like months, but it could have been a couple of years, passed slowly and my life as a slave and torture toy didn’t change. I sank deeper and deeper into my simultaneous roles of being both a dairy cow and a source of semen, and had by this point completely given up all hope of ever being freed; coming to accept the constant bondage and limitation of my restraints and cruel control of my leashes as a normal thing. This was so much so, to the point that it was increasingly difficult for me to remember what it had felt like to have hands and arms and to be able to talk. Dr Cardiff’s desire to have me as an experimental object to be studied and assessed came to pass some time after she’d introduced herself and so
