Sitting in the back seat of the cab, Wendy glowered and wept quietly to herself in her new prom dress.  

The taxi driver peered at her through the rear-view mirror, and silently wound his way slowly through the New Jersey traffic at dusk.  "I’m such a loser, I hate my life!“ Marsha suddenly burst out.

“What’s going on… ” asked the taxi driver gently.  

 "My name is Marsha!“

“Okay, Marsha, what’s going on…?” the taxi driver asked again, glancing back over the seat nervously, as he handed her a box of tissues.  

"I’m such a stupid entitled crabby bitch, nobody likes me, even my boyfriend dumped me the night of the prom… nobody wants to be with me. I hate my life!  I don’t even want to go to the prom, my dress is stupid, I’m stupid, and I’ve screwed up my entire life!“  

"But you’re such a beautiful teen, surely no…?” ventured the cabbie, in what may have been an East European accent.  

"No, I hate my life.  My dad wants me to go to college and be a lawyer, but I fucked that up too with my partying, my grades are awful, and I got rejected.  He’s going to kill me.  If I disappeared tonight no one would miss me.  I don’t even want to be a stupid lawyer.  I just… I just want to be happy….?“ Marsha’s voice trailed off dejectedly.  

"Here have a vodka shot Marsha”, passing her a drink across the seat, “it’ll make you feel better.  For special passengers only!”  He smiled at her as they sat a red light.  She swallowed it in one and returned the glass. “What makes you happy Marsha…? asked the taxi driver quietly.  

"I dunno, the only times in my life I was really happy? I guess it was like when I was a little baby…or my pet dog, she seems completely happy just chasing her ball all the time, and waiting for me at the door all day.”  

The taxi driver nodded knowingly.  "Anything else…?“  

"This sounds awful, but I think I just want to be a bimbo slut, and party all the time, is that so bad…?”  

"Not at all Marsha, many ladies like to party.“

“Or, you know what, I could just pump out babies.  Yeah, I just want to have babies, fuck feminism, why do I have to be a stupid lawyer? I could disappear tonight, and no one would miss me, fuck them!  Hey, what was in that drink anyway…? And where are you driving...? This isn’t the prom!”

“Marsha, what would you say if I could make one of those things happen for you…?”

“What..?”

“I could bring you to a place that could completely transform your life…!”

“Well, I’d say...." Marsha giggled under the effects of the drugs. "I’d say rock on…!.”  But Marsha had nodded off sideways in the back of the cab, the drugs in the drink had kicked in.  The cabbie quickly swung his car off the exit of the interstate highway and drove off into a secluded part of the country.

When Marsha eventually regained consciousness, she was naked, dirty and felt dazed, as if there had been a substantial passage of time.  She was chained inside a pen and could hear grunts and squeals coming from the pens next door.  Bowls of grimy water and slop were in front of her.  With growing horror she suddenly became aware that she was heavily pregnant. Her eyes slowly focused on a wooden sign hanging from what seemed like the inside of a barn: “Breeding Sows" in poorly painted letters.  She felt a chill go down her spine.  Marsha wanted to cry out.  But there was a ball gag wound tightly across her mouth, allowing only her saliva and drool to drip out like an animal.  She heard heavy boots walk up behind her, a metal latch unlock, and a wooden gate swing open.  Masha tried to move her head around to look, but the chains held it along with her arms and legs to the pen floor.  A man in overalls suddenly started flogging her ass with a thick leather belt, holding her head down firmly with his muddy boot as he whipped her ass back and forth.  She jerked, grunted and writhed with each stinging lash.  

“Your hourly flogging”.  As she gasped, he slowly unzipped his overalls and shoved his big thick hard cock deep into her sloppy wet pussy, fucking it with sudden hard thrusts until she felt his spurts deep in her body.  “Topping you up”, he muttered with a growl.  "Now it’s time for k9s, they need to inseminate their breeding bitch, don’t they?“ She wanted to fight back, she wanted to scream, but sadly the mind and drug conditioning she had undergone was far too powerful, and she meekly pushed her face to the muddy floor and raised her naked ass into the air, presenting herself for the dogs, her pussy becoming instantly wet with anticipation, carefully spreading her legs so that her asshole would be exposed for fucking too.  "That's it piggy, get yourself ready", the farmer said approvingly.  

Where once Marsha had a future as a bright young lady off to study law at college, she was now nothing more than a breeding sow, waiting for the next load of hot cum to be pumped deep into her womb.  But had she not asked, no begged, the taxi driver to embark upon their transformation program? The farmer kicked his three big wild dogs into the pen who smelling the sperm in Marsha immediately, frantically, needed to pump her full of their own doggy cum – it was nature’s way, after all.  They needed to inseminate their breeding bitch.  He turned and walked away, locking the dogs into the pen.  "After dogs, comes stable hands, then horses, and the breeding bull, as usual….”

The alpha k9 had accidentally penetrated her ass and started thrusting his huge red cock into her anus, filling her with hot semen deep inside.  Martha felt the pain, and squealed loudly through the ball gag.  “No use squealing” the farmer shouted back.  She had difficulty maintaining her consciousness or keeping a clear line of thought as the conditioning drugs and mind control were far too strong.  But through the haze it slowly dawned on her that she was now nothing more than a mindless breeding fuck pig.  And that she would be kept in her pen along with the other breeding sows. She really was nothing more than fuck meat, just fuck holes to be used and filled all day long. She would be inseminated more or less continuously as their breeding bitch and kept in this pregnant state for as long as she could be kept useful to the breeding farm.  And then what would be become of her?  

With her face down on the cold wet muddy floor, the chains rattling against the concrete, her ass in the air, the next dog took his turn thrusting his huge cock into her soaking pussy, dumping another hot load of super heated semen into her as his knot formed. Suddenly Marsha became aware that the farmer was standing above her, unzipping his trousers. A stream of hot piss started raining down across her face.  

And she smiled slightly as another load of hot cum filled her heavily pregnant womb.  For Marsha had achieved her ambition in life: She was finally in her happy place :)

[Do you enjoy fantasy erotica?  If so please feel free to drop me a note or send me ideas or suggestions for role play stories!  And folks, remember, it’s all in fun ;)]