A Quiet Farm House in the country...

Grace spent the morning observing the Breeding Farm and nursery from the ridgeline.   She had identified the main structures and then used her spoofed VPN Connection into MDE records through Carter’s stolen phone to determine where the data trunk lines and the power runs came into the compound.  

The Empire didn’t consider the farm to be a critical facility so security was comparatively light.  Most of the guards were there to keep the Hucows in line and, given that those women were usually pregnant and bound to milking racks all the time, there wasn’t much need for muscle at all. 

Grace shuddered at memories of the constant pulling on her nipples from the milking machine, while her belly swelled day after day,  the alien sensation of a baby kicking inside her.  Not something she ever imagined she would experience when she was a little boy.  

Now, thanks the mad scientist bitch, Dr Lillith, she was a mother of two, looking for a way to extract her daughters from a slave nursery before GHS can implant them with FEMD’s Cybermesh, turning them into witless puppets for the rest of their lives.  

A lot more blood would need to be spilled before she was done, that was sure.  Even if she had to leave Dr. Lilith alive to buy safe passage for her girls.  She wouldn’t need that cunt forever.  

Now that Grace was here and had seen the facility, she needed to put together her plan, for this, she needed a base of operations.  

The isolated farm house would be perfect.  Records showed that it was owned by a single man, and she didn’t see much sign of traffic up and down the road.   From the 2nd floor, she should be able to see the compound, and there was an old logging road that passed through the property almost straight to the Farms back door.  

Grace parked a mile up the road and approached through the forest on foot.  

3 slavegirls, bound in latex were swinging in the gentle breeze from steel hooks in the ceiling of the porch.  As Grace saw it, there were three potential allies.   

As she crossed form the tree line toward the house, the one on the left, clad in black and red saw her.  Her eyes went wide but she must have a gag in her mouth under the mask as she made no noise.  Grace still put her fingers to her lips.   The red-slave nodded and the looked at her companions and nodded at them too.   Three allies indeed.  

Grace cautiously approached and checked her sightlines before coming to the girls.  She pulled the mask free from the one in red and pulled a 4” dildo gag out of her mouth.  

“How many inside?”  She asked 

“Just two,  Him and his slut!”  Red replied.  

“Would she be a problem?” Grace motioned with a finger gun 

“Yeah,  bitch is a real stepford!”  Red confirmed.  

“Ok,  I’ll be back”  Grace said as she moved the mask back into place, now without the dildo, and climbed onto the deck.  

Making her way around to the kitchen door, she found the blond slave naked except for an apron, cooking bacon at the stove.   

Peeking around the corner, she could see that the master had his back turned, in a recliner watching a Live from SLUTcon broadcast.  

She snatched the blond from behind in a choke hold squeezing the Carotids.  She was unconscious by the time Grace laid her against the fridge.   

Back at the stove, she saw that the frying pan contained bacon in a pool of spitting grease.   She thought about the 3 girls hanging outside, about the ways she herself had been used when patrolling undercover as a whore and as a pet girl, about the years she spent on a milking machine after her nation abandoned her.  About the fact that they could have reversed Dr. Lilith’s treatment and made her a man again when this all began but they chose to enslave her like a common cunt instead.   

She picked up the frying pan and came up behind the unaware man.   He was wearing only a T-shirt.  His cock erect as he listlessly stroked it.  

“Give me a sucky while I eat Gobbler”  He said and looked up at Grace.   He only had time for his eyes to go wide in shock before the boiling greece was poured on his cock and balls which let out a loud sizzling noise as skin reddened and blistered.  She watched him writhe in agony, hovering his hands over his ruined manhood for a while before she cut his voice off with a blade through his throat.  

By the time Gobbler awoke, she was now bound with the 4” dildo in her mouth while Betty, Sandy and Gwen helped Grace turn the home into a command center.