Lily Becomes a Hucow
Copyright© 2024 by badendingsrp
Chapter 3: The Branding
As the tour concluded, the patrons of the Dairy Collective were offered various packages to enhance their experience. Among these were the dairy tasting package, where visitors could sample an array of milks in every flavor imaginable, and the branding package, where patrons could participate in the branding of new hucows. Lily, still reeling from the shock of seeing Thomas and his new family, was unaware that her humiliation was far from over.
Thomas, ever the opportunist, inquired about the branding package. Upon learning that he could choose which hucow to brand, he eagerly paid the hefty fee. The thought of inflicting pain on Lily, of marking her as his property once again, filled him with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Lily, along with the other new hucows, was herded into a processing area. The room was sterile and cold, the air filled with the faint scent of antiseptic. One by one, the hucows were taken into a smaller room, where they would be branded and tagged with a numbered ear tag. Lily’s heart raced with fear and anticipation as she waited her turn, the echoes of the other hucows’ cries of pain ringing in her ears.
When it was finally Lily’s turn, she was led into the branding room. The room was stark and clinical, with a large, metal branding iron heating in a brazier. A stern-faced overseer stood by, ready to perform the procedure. Lily’s eyes widened in terror as she saw Thomas standing there, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
“Well, well, well,” Thomas said, his voice dripping with malice. “Look who it is. My dear, sweet Lily. I must say, you look quite at home here.”
Lily’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “Thomas, please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to do this.”
Thomas laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Oh, but I want to. You see, Lily, you were always such a burden. Always holding me back. But now, look at you. You’re finally useful. And I get to be the one to mark you as the property of the Dairy Collective. It’s poetic, really.”
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