The Master's Farm — Episode 6: The Sow Theory

"We think that Zero didn't leave the ranch," said One, his voice so low that Miguel had to lean in to hear him. "We think she's still here. But not as a cow anymore."

"The Master transforms," explained Two. "That's what he does. He turns us into animals. We're cows. We crawl, we eat on the floor, we get taken when he wants. He took away our names, gave us numbers. He shaved us. He branded us. We're not people in here anymore. We're livestock."

"But a cow and a pig are different animals," continued One. "A cow is what we are: submissive, obedient, available. The Master takes us and we endure. But a pig..."

"A pig is something lower," said Three, and there was something in his voice that sounded like nausea and fascination mixed together. "On the ranch, pigs are the animals that eat garbage. The ones that roll around in the mud. The ones that have no dignity, not even among the livestock. If the Master turned Zero into a pig..."

"It means he demoted her," completed One. "That after the donkey, after the four punishments, Zero no longer deserved to be a cow. She became something worse. Something dirtier. Something that doesn't even share a corral with us."

"Where could she be?" Miguel asked.

"In some part of the ranch that we don't know," said Two. "This ranch is huge, Miguel. We only know this corral, the stable where the Master takes us, and the hallway that connects them. Nothing more. We haven't seen the entire exterior. We don't know how many corrals there are, how many stables, how many buildings. There could be a pigpen anywhere."

"A pigpen," repeated Miguel, and the word sounded so alien and so real at the same time that it gave him a chill that ran down his entire buttocks, a wave of goosebumps spreading across that huge expanse of skin.

"We don't know anything for sure," clarified One. "It's a theory. But the pieces fit. Zero disappears after the donkey. The Master says she's no longer a cow. Weeks later, he announces that a new pig is arriving. And Zero had an ass like yours, Miguel. Identical. Enormous. Insatiable. She couldn't control herself. Just like you."

That last part hung in the air like a threat.

"Sleep," said One after a long silence. "Tomorrow at seven, the Master will come. You need to rest."

There wasn't much more to say. The three of them went to their mattresses. Two lay down on his stomach, those wide, pale buttocks spreading out to the sides like a landscape. Three curled up on his side, the impossibly round buttocks protruding from behind, the "3" visible on both. One lay down on his back, his legs open, his ass splayed out against the mattress.

Miguel lay down on his own mattress. On his stomach. His buttocks in the air because it was the only position that didn't hurt. The "4" on his right buttock staring up at the ceiling. The anus still open, still pulsing.

He closed his eyes.

He couldn't sle...