Creamy Goodness 2

Milking on the Farm-2

A shiver went up and down Luanne’s spine. It was supposed to tell her that she was nervous and a bit frightened at the unknown. Instead, it reassured her. That sensation always insinuated itself into her body when she was about to do something that pushed against her admittedly flawed and frayed moral code. That’s why she loved working at The Farm. It pushed her to and beyond her limits.

It was also the first time in months she had been genuinely excited and wet. She wanted to reach between her legs and feel what her p***y was doing. Admittedly she knew she was wet with anticipation, but she wanted to check anyway, to feel her natural lubrication between her fingers, the way her p***y juice could be slick beyond reason. Luanne held back, knowing how odd it would look to stick her fingers up inside her s*x while everyone else was just waiting patiently. Even at The Farm there was what was considered good manners and proper behavior, especially for servants. m**********g with invitation or touching one’s own s*x without permission was especially frowned upon.

Luanne knew she was on time, the other women were early, but there was one missing still. It was annoying to be held up by someone else’s rudeness. She wondered who the fifth woman was. Obviously it wasn’t Steffie, she was there merely to expedite the fantasy and move things along.

The door opened again and another well-endowed woman walked in. With her hair pulled back into a neat bun, a lack of makeup, and without her clothes, it took Luanne a moment to place the last member of their mammary quintet. When she did, she automatically blurted out, “Kim?”

Kim locked eyes with Luanne, but it was Steffie who took control of the situation. “Luanne, do I need to remind you again about the rule of silence tonight?”

Luanne opened her mouth to answer, remembered her error, and then simply shook her head. That wasn’t good enough for Steffie. The servant grabbed Luanne’s hand, turned it over, palm up, and slapped her soft palm with the stiff cane that she had casually carried tucked under her arm. “See you don’t forget again.”

Pulling back her hand, Luanne’s face flushed with embarrassment at having been humiliated in front of the peers she barely knew. The sting on her palm throbbed a few times, but quickly started to fade. It was the rebuke that hurt the most. The other women didn’t laugh, but she could see through her teary eyes that they all—except for Kim—wanted to titter at her physical reprimand.

Steffie went to the cabinet crammed into the room’s corner, opened it, and pulled out a set of hard metal collars. “Put them on, ladies,” she ordered as she passed them out.

It was a simple hinged steel collar lightly padded on the inside. There was a simple closure on the side opposite the hinge that held it tightly closed. This was paired with a set of rings designed for a lock to be placed on the collar. No locks were issued, much to Luanne’s relief, and she followed along with everyone else as they wrapped the metal loops around their necks and slide the pins fastening them closed. Luanne glanced briefly at Kim who had calmly put her collar around her neck and waited patiently.

Seeing The Farm’s owner and manager standing among the other women who were going to perform a ritualized fetish was more than passing strange, but since no one else commented on it, neither did Luanne. She did surreptitiously look at all the other women’s t**s, quickly evaluating each and every one. They all looked equally delicious to her eyes. There were obvious signs of swollen flesh and the need to be expressed.

That was the look of anxiety she saw on the other women’s faces. Their t**s were full to bursting and they needed to be milked. Kim had instructed Luanne not to express herself for as long as possible before coming to The Farm, for obvious reasons, but it appeared to her that some of the others serving tonight had gone much longer than she had.

When everyone was done Steffie called out, “Hands and knees, ladies. Farmer Brown is waiting for us. Let’s remember that you’re nothing more than subservient cows.” The five women went down on their hands and knees; Luanne found herself with her nose almost in Casey’s ass. Steffie had them line up in a neat row before she opened the door and let them out into the barn proper.

Some straw had been scattered around the barn so their hands and knees wouldn’t hurt so much on the hardwood floor. The group moved in a line, prodded by Steffie’s cane. She poked it into Luanne’s ass a few times. It didn’t hurt, the servant was just using it to direct her, but she could tell that Steffie was sorely tempted to use the cane as a proper switch across the soft flesh of her ass.

Steffie herded them over to the side of the barn that had been temporarily converted into an old-fashioned dairy stall. Six stations were set up and the sight gave Luanne another exciting and frightening shiver. She immediately understood where her head was supposed to go and the machine that stood next to each collar rack was obvious in its purpose. A man wearing overalls, a flannel shirt, and boots stood to the side of the six stalls. “C’mon,” he said with a thick backwoods accent. “Get ‘em in here.”

At this order Steffie tapped her cane on Kim’s curved buttocks. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was enough to encourage the entire herd to hurry along and put themselves neatly into each stall. Luanne entered her stall and found a thick pile of straw under her hands and knees. She knew what was expected, but it was still a mental struggle for her to put her head into the open rack. Farmer Brown—it was obvious who he was—came along the outside of each stall and closed the rack above each woman’s head, effectively locking them in place. Perhaps Luanne could have twisted herself and stood up to reach the locking mechanism at the top of the rack, but that wasn’t what she was supposed to do. She knew her role and she was expected to play it out. Otherwise there would be severe consequences—and not the sort of consequences she used to enjoy playing with.

The walls to the stalls were low; Luanne could see Casey on her left and Kim to her right. The far right stall was empty which made her wonder if Kim had failed to secure a sixth lactating woman and even had to step in to fill the fifth slot.

“Thank yah, Steffie,” Farmer Brown said, his voice thick and accented. “Will yah wait here while I inspect ‘em?”

Out of the corner of her eye Luanne saw Steffie nod. “As you wish.” She turned smartly on her heel and marched to the other side of the barn, waiting for the strange man to perform his inspections.

Luanne was nervous but excited as well. She knew what was going to happen but in some ways that made it worse.

“Inspection time, girls,” Farmer Brown announced. “I need to make sure my heifers and cows are good and healthy.”

He started with stall number one and moved steadily down the line, taking each woman’s face in his hands, opening up their mouths, and inspecting their teeth and faces. When he reached Luanne and forced her jaws open with strong but soft fingers, she didn’t resist. She didn’t want to resist.

He ran his thumb over her teeth and pulled out her tongue, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. After a quick glance into her eyes—and Luanne looked back but couldn’t read the man’s expression—he moved on to Kim. If he recognized The Farm’s manager, he didn’t give any indication and went through the same inspection ritual.

The farmer then moved behind the women to inspect their bodies. He again began at stall number one and moved steadily down each one, running his hands other their skin and looking at every inch of their body. With her head locked into place Luanne could only see a limited amount of what Farmer Brown was doing but once he reached her stall, it all became apparent.

He ran his hands over her shoulders and back, then around to her t**s to feel their weight as they hung down from her chest. He jiggled them a bit to gauge their fullness and how engorged she was, and then squeezed expertly. Twin sprays of milk erupted from her n*****s and wetted the straw beneath her body. Luanne let out a soft moan because she couldn’t’ deny how good it felt. The other women had been silent during their inspections and Luanne’s face flushed red again because she wasn’t able to maintain the level of obedience that they had.

Farmer Brown didn’t seem offended by her small noise and moved around behind her, running his hands over her buttocks and down to her thighs where he forced them wider. His fingers probed up into her p***y. He grunted once when he found her wetness, ran his fingers over the short fuzziness of her pubic hair, didn’t bother looking for her c******s, then rand his finger back along the length of her slit before pushing it into her ass up to his first knuckle.

Luanne managed not to gasp at the uninvited invasion. She’d been f****d in the ass before but only after being warmed up and warned. This was rougher than she liked, but she didn’t have any say in the matter. She was Farmer Brown’s property and he would do with her as he wished.

His inspection of Luanne over, he moved down to Kim and performed the same ritual. Luanne could just barely see him running his hands over her body. Kim took it all impassively, staring straight ahead at the wall while Luanne looked at her.

Finally he was done and Farmer Brown turned to Steffie who was leaning against the barn door. “I was promised three cows and three heifers. I only got two heifers here. One’s a missin’.”

“The fee will be adjusted accordingly,” Steffie told him as if she were negotiating any business transaction.

“I’d prefer more heifers to cows,” he added. “I like to be in charge of their breeding. These three have already birthed at least once each. They give more milk that way, but heifers make it sweeter.”

Steffie shrugged. “This is what we can offer you today. Will you take the lot?”

“Can I breed ‘em?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll stick to the deal, with the adjustment,” he declared and stuck out his hand. Steffie shook it, sealing the bargain. “I’ll start with ‘em right away.”

“Would you like some privacy?” Steffie asked.

“I don’t care. They’re just cows. They don’t care.”

“As you will,” Steffie said. She indicated the phone attached to the wall across the barn. “Call if you need anything.”

From there Farmer Brown brought out his equipment on a rolling cart. What he had was not at all similar to the breast pumps Luanne had used herself before, they looked like the sort of pumps dairy farmers used, but modified for use on humans. She wondered who had done the modifications because they looked expertly done. A dairy farm’s pumps would have four nozzles, but the ones Farmer Brown had were each set with two nozzles, a combination of steel and clear plastic. He switched on the central pump and it came to life with a rush of air and a buzz of an electric motor. Once more he went down the line, this time attaching the strong suction nozzles to each woman’s—each cow’s—t**s.

When he reached Luanne she arched her back in anticipation and the eager nozzles grabbed onto her n*****s with a strength she had never before encountered. Luanne gasped with amazement as the power of the suction held the pumps in place and at the same time started to remove her milk. Each time the pump cycled she could feel her milk spraying out into the collection nozzle to drain down to a central collection tank.