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Marcus hid his strange desire well, keeping the young women on his farm unaware of their true purpose. He would carefully select them from nearby villages and towns, promising them a life of comfort and security if they agreed to work for him. In reality, he forced them into lives of submission and degradation, using them as he saw fit. This game allows you to explore Marcus' twisted fantasies and control the young women on his farm.

Marcus watches with satisfaction as the women moan and squirm beneath his control. The sounds of their pleasure fill the air, music to his twisted ears. He tightens a knob on one of the machines, intensifying their discomfort but also heightening their desire for release. As he steps closer, hands cupping a pair of heavy, round globes, Marcus whispers darkly into her ear. "You like that?"

Her only reply is a muffled moo as he squeezes harder, massaging the flesh with calloused hands. The choke collar preventing any words from escaping but desire and need plain in her eyes. With another harsh pinch, Marcus forces out an animalistic groan from deep within her throat, pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. He pauses for a moment, his hand still clenched tightly around her breast. "Do you want

Marcus kneels before her, the full weight of his body pinning her down as he expertly twists and pulls at her swollen nipples. Each tug is accompanied by a deep, guttural moan from both of them; pain mixing with desire in a perverse dance. His rough hands roam lower, cupping her ass cheeks before spreading them apart to reveal her wetness. With one hard thrust, he penetrates her tight channel, groaning as they become one. She cries out weakly through the choke collar, every movement now controlled by his hulking form above hers. Her body is forced to obey him as he takes what he wants, milking both her body and mind until she can no longer think or feel anything except for an all-consuming need to please him.

Marcus revels in the control he has over these women, using them not just for their milk but as outlets for his own twisted desires. As he continues to take her roughly, each thrust forcing another moan from her lips, he finds a perverse solace in this act of dominance. Even though they are human and therefore technically not vegetarian, using them brings him a sick satisfaction that surpasses anything else. The more he can degrade and exploit them, the closer he feels to exacting his own form of justice on the world. His hands grip her hips tightly as he pumps harder and faster, lost in a dark haze of lust and hatred.

Marcus grins cruelly as he enters the "piggy" area, his eyes roaming over the assembled women. Each of them has a nose hook fitted tightly into their nostril, preventing them from making too much noise or struggling too much. They're dressed in nothing but collars around their necks and chokers around their mouths; easily displayed for potential buyers to inspect and choose from. As he approaches one particularly well-endowed woman, Marcus runs a rough hand over her swollen breasts before slapping her firmly across the ass.

"Think you're worth a lot more than your milk now, don't you?" He whispers maliciously, his breath hot against her ear. "Well, maybe someone will want to play with you first." With that, he turns and strolls casually away from her, already planning out how best to market this new crop of "

The woman shuffles forward on her knees, her breasts swaying lazily beneath her as the leash tugs gently at her collar. Her eyes dart around nervously, taking in the various noises and smells of the marketplace. The rough hand of her master guides her towards a well-dressed man who perks up at the sight, licking his lips hungrily. Marcus pulls the leash sharply, forcing the woman to look up at him with pleading eyes. "Sold," he says darkly before shoving her roughly into the buyer's arms. The stranger laughs heartily and leads her away, already fondling her breasts and ass as if they belong to him.

Marcus watches for a moment longer before turning back to the rest of his stock, already on the lookout for potential buyers of their own. His grin widens as

Marcus chuckles darkly to himself at the irony of it all. While he may be exploiting these women and selling them for pleasure, in a twisted way he's still helping animals. Every time he makes a sale, he knows that the buyer will have to do something good for the world; some small act of kindness or charity that might make up for what they intend to do with his "piggies." It eases his conscience somewhat, enough so that he can continue on with his twisted business.

He wanders through the marketplace, his gaze constantly flicking between potential buyers and the women who remain in his care. Even as they're being paraded around like prizes, even as their bodies are ogled and touched without consent, there's a spark of defiance left in them; a knowledge that once they've served their purpose, they will be free from this hellish

Marcus carefully mixes a concoction of semen and a special liquid in a large bucket before distributing it among the "lifestock." As he feeds each animal, he can't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that they are all the result of his efforts. The mixture not only sustains them but also makes them healthier and more desirable for buyers in the future. It's a small victory in his twisted world, where even the most mundane tasks take on a perverse significance.

As he finishes feeding the animals, Marcus glances over at one of the human pigs who is particularly well-endowed. Her nipples are already erect from the semen-infused liquid, and she winces as it drips down between her legs. With a cruel smile, he decides that this particular animal might be worth keeping around for his own enjoyment... at least until he

Marcus leads the chosen human pig back to his house, her leash jangling as she shuffles along behind him. He chuckles darkly at the sight of her breasts bouncing with each step, already imagining how he'll milk them later. As they reach the door to his home, Marcus roughly pushes her down onto all fours and slaps her ass hard enough to sting. "Stay," he growls before striding into the house, leaving the human pig in the hallway like an unwanted pet.

Once inside, he locks the door behind him and wanders through his home, admiring the various trophies and reminders of his conquests. Tonight, this particular prize will belong to him alone. He finds her curled up on a large bed in the corner of the room, trembling slightly as she waits for whatever fate has in store for her.

With a cruel grin, Marcus climbs onto the bed and straddles her back, his hands curling into her hair to force her head backwards. "Time to play," he growls before roughly pushing two of his fingers into her mouth. Her lips part automatically around them as he begins to thrust them in and out, fucking her face with a roughness that sends shudders through her entire body. With one hand still gripping her hair, the other moves down between her legs, teasing at her swollen clit before roughly rubbing it circles. She moans around his fingers, desperate for release as pleasure and pain mingle together inside her.