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Storycodes: Solo-F; farm; process; machine; automatic; capture; cuffs; sling; shave; insert; inseminate; climax; cons/reluct; X
The phallus penetrated into her and began to pulse. She could only gasp as it moves the walls inside her to its own rhythm. A second phallus touched her ass, testing her resistance, even as the first began to grow, moving slightly, stimulating her with uncanny understanding of her unspoken desire. With her arms and legs clamped outright, she had no recourse but to take what ever was next, giving the machine full freedom over her entire body. She had not thought that this could have ever been possible, but now, she knew better. Carelessness had brought this fate upon her, she had been too confident around the equipment, a little too complaisant about the danger.
Let's back up for a moment now, people don't just materialize inside of restrains, something usually happens... stuff. Then bondage, and then more stuff. Well, this wasn't supposed to happen at all.
Julie works for a textile production company, a major manufacturer of clothing. Though this might sound odd for the scenario I just described, but this factory does not work with fabric, but with the animals that produce the wool. It’s more of a farm, than a factory. The “production” is all about making more wool, and one of the major aspects of increasing production is maintaining the supply of livestock…
Julie started her morning in the break room, drinking her coffee and going over the roster of list for today’s impregnations. Everyday, the vast numbers of livestock are bolstered by frequent and randomized inseminations, taken off of the sets of sheep already scheduled for shearing. The sheep are already in the automation lines, and the auto shearing equipment has taken away the wool, so some of the sheep from each set will be diverted to Julie’s “vet-track” for screening tests, and impregnations. Julie was the in-house veterinarian, and has her own section where the sheep can be diverted already in the restraining harnesses, on automated hanging tracks. The sheep are clamped at the ankles, and two hoops from above hold them at the rear and at the neck. The system is very effective at keeping the sheep restrained and out of harms way around the automated shearing processes. With the new mapping systems, the surface of any sized animal could be sheared down to a millimeter of the hide.
Once inside her vet lab, there are two tracks, one for males, and one for females. The tracks run along the ceiling, and in Julie’s lab, they need to be diverted manually into one track or another according to gender. Once set to the proper path, the chain along the track picks up the hanger, and it is pulled along the track to its station, where a timed automatic series of tests, shots, blood samples, are administered. The males are then automatically milked for semen, and their sample are used for the next stage at the female sheep station.
The machines surrounding the sheep shear the coats in specific spots not covered by the production lines, so that the shots and samples can be made free of obstructions. All of these functions Julie oversees, and can control via the computer station. Once Julie is done with each sheep she returns it to a chute in the rear of the stall, taking it down a narrow hall where it will return to a semi trailer and travel back to the ranch. A tight window makes Julies operations time sensitive, and in order to keep the trucks moving, she needs to process the five to ten sheep from each lot quickly.
Julie’s first batch was light, but the later groups were large, and would mean her Friday would get very busy just before close. Julie hated days like this, but there is nothing to do but grind thru…
After lunch the load got heavy, every batch came in with five to ten mates, and Julie began to feather the testing in order to expedite the process by dropping the blood samples and shots. Julie was getting tired, and the heavy hangers carrying the 250 pound sheep made for a hard work when each sheep came into the lab, as it was her job to force the hanger into the line within her lab. Julie knew a trick to that, and on days like today, she would use it. By adjusting the extension bar of the main line over the chain line, the hanger would drop directly onto the chain line, and the momentum of the line would carry it far enough for the chain drive to hook the hanger. All Julie needed to do was change the track for male or female.
Julie was relieved to know that this was the last batch, and it was almost quitting time. Julie was about to process the last pair when she saw the door swing open.
“How many more you got on this one?” asked the operation manager, poking his head in the swinging door from the plant floor.
“I have two pairs left, two on the machines and these last two at the door, prepped and waiting. Should be about ten minutes and you’ll see them roll outta here!” She replied.
“Good, I’m closing shop now, have a good weekend!” He said, and was gone. That meant that the rest of the automated line was shut down, and anyone manning it was already halfway home…
Julie felt anxious to get off and go out for a drink; she had had a hell of a day, and needed a release. She looked over to the last sheep to find its sex, and noticed the front leg clamp unlatched. She grabbed the leg at the ankle and tried to force it down. She needed to unlatch the clamps and force the latch at the same time, a procedure she was all too familiar with, and had done a hundred times before, but this time, just as she unlatched the restraint, the sheep bucked and hit Julie square on the nose, stunning her. With the sheep’s legs free and the restraints still not latched, the hoops opened, and the sheep bucked again. Julie was standing over the sheep, and the rear hoop hit her in the gut as she was pulling back, doubling her over again and she fell face first down on all fours, directly into the restraints. They all latch on a gravity system, and Julie hit the tray with more than enough force to lock it down. Julie’s wrists were instantly pinned and the rear ankle latches grabbed her behind the knees. Both hoops slammed shut just after, and Julie was firmly stuck in the device.
The crazy sheep was still running back and forth running free in the lab, and Julie began to scream for help. The sheep, getting more terrified by the moment was looking for a way out, and bumped the hanger holding Julie forward as it pushed past her into the chute on the other side of the stall. This caused Julie’s hanger to engage, starting the stall’s preprogrammed automation. Julie knew that when the last men at the dock saw the last sheep coming out, they would certainly leave, and there would be no one to save her.
Julie screamed as loud as she could, but there was no sign of anyone outside the door to her lab. Julie strained her neck to see if the computer had initiated the machines, but her answer came when she heard the first arms begin to move, and the servos spin up when the first operation began… hair removal. The fine shears held sharp blades that spin at 1500 rpms, and the tough wool falls from a sheep at the slightest touch of them. The shears began to remove the jeans and lab coat as if it were butter, chewing it off in amazingly precise movements. Julie, terrified, froze to the bone trying to let the machine do its work so she would not be touched. Bare from the waist down, she realized for the first time how cold the lab was. Julie knew what was next, temperature, colon samples, and insemination. Julie would be receiving a full 32 milliliters of sheep semen, delivered at the end of a phallus, specially designed for sheep.
The phallus penetrated into her and began to pulse. She could only gasp as it moved the walls inside her to its own rhythm. A second phallus touched her ass, testing her resistance, even as the first began to grow, moving slightly, stimulating her with uncanny understanding of her unspoken desire. With her arms and legs clamped outright, she had no recourse but to take what ever was next, giving the machine full freedom over her entire body. She had not thought that this could have ever been possible, but now, she knew better. Carelessness had brought this fate upon her, she had been too confident around the equipment, a little too complaisant about the danger.
The phallus inside her pussy vibrated slightly, and was lubricated by several holes around the surface. It swelled up and Julie felt it filling her as it began to pump her. Meanwhile, the probe at her rear began to push forward as it squirted lubricant over her back, making its way into her ass. This one is set retrieve a sample for testing, to flush and take temperature readings. Julie was getting hot as the phallus worked on her, and the five-minute cycle seemed to run a lifetime. Julie knew it was about to happen, and could not do anything to stop it, the pump began, and a milky warm liquid began to force itself into her. Julie shuddered as this happened, and she could not stop the orgasm that followed. Julie was ashamed of her body’s reaction to the machine, and slumped over as the machine climaxed her in order to ensure the inseminations’ success.
Gasping, Julie was clenching her fists tightly as the flushing began, timed with the climax, and only served to further her climax. With her violation now complete, the cycle ended, and the hanger tipped forward, the latches unlocked, and the hoops opened. Julie lowered her head under the hoop, and crawled forward off the hanger. Dripping from the rear, she lay on the cement slab of the floor, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. Julie needed a release, and she got one, but just not the one she was planning on.
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story continues in Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick