Creamy Goodness 2

Milking on the Farm-3

As much as she hated to admit it, the pump was incredibly effective at expressing her milk. It was much faster than the handheld model she had used on herself—but consequently it was also much more painful. At least at first. The first minute was primary about pain and the sensation of her milk letting down and running free. The second minute, her body took over control of the sensations—leaving her mind free—and her reaction was much the same as the other cows. Her lustful needs rose.

Her p***y moistened. Her back arched. She opened her thighs wider and wished for penetration and relief. Luanne let out a little moan of need and instead of being rewarded with a firm, throbbing c**k, Farmer Brown brought down the training cane on her upturned ass. The sharp thwack of cane on flesh startled all the cows. The stinging sensation on her skin brought Luanne back to reality. “Behave yourself, girl,” Farmer Brown admonished her. “Good cows give milk and need nothing else.”

Luanne didn’t acknowledge him; her head was still locked in place so she couldn’t turn around and look. Once more she knew shame at her poor behavior.

What worried her the most wasn’t the pain of having her milk drained by the powerful pump, but what might happen along the way. More than once while nursing Joleen, Luanne had experience a small orgasm. Her husband—while he had lived—had been curious and tried her milk on a few occasions. That made her c*m harder. The use of the most powerful pump she had ever tried gave her shivers. Her first orgasms with the small vibrator she had in college were nothing compared to the Hitachi Magic Wand Jeff had given her as a birthday present. The quality of the orgasms were completely different. Luanne knew she could come from n****e stimulation alone and she knew it was going to happen before Farmer Brown took the pumps off her t**s.

She clamped her jaws shut and pressed her thighs together while staring straight ahead at the wall. At this point she didn’t know or care what the other cows were doing. There was only one way for her to get through this milking. Closing her eyes, Luanne summoned up an image of Jeff—his c**k hard and his lust high—and imagined him f*****g her in this ridiculous position.

It worked. She came while keeping her mouth shut making such little noise that it was hidden largely by the noisy hum of the pump’s motor. If Case and Kim knew what was going on, they gave her no indication. Farmer Brown was too distracted by the other women at the moment to notice.

Eventually everyone’s t**s started to run dry. Farmer Brown shut down the pump but the remaining suction in the tubes kept them attached to Luanne’s t**s. The farmer moved down the line once more slowly releasing the pressure and detaching the nozzles. When Luanne’s were finally removed she sighed in relief, looked down at her breasts, and then gasped under her breath in surprise. The power of the pump had stretched out her n*****s. Before they had been a light tan with the areola not much bigger than the circle described by her forefinger and thumb but now they were reddened with the n*****s stretched out and huge, the areola twice as big as before.

It pleased her. But what happened next frightened her.

“You’ve been makin’ more noise than the rest of the herd,” Farmer Brown said as he stepped behind her and unhooked the straps to his overalls. “You obviously need calmin’. The only way to calm a cow is to breed her.” The farmer pushed his overalls down to his ankles and knelt behind Luanne. She could have struggled or fought his off, but there was no need to. She’d been through this before in a different context, but she knew it certainly had the potential to happen. And truth be told, she was eager to give up what he wanted. Her lust wasn’t sated by her small orgasm given by the pump.

He was talking almost to himself now, but everyone was listening. “Heifers should be bred at the first opportunity,” he said, “but once a cow is bred, she has to keep bein’ bred or she just misbehaves. Keeping her belly and udder full is the easy way to keep her down.” As he spoke he rearranged Luanne’s position, spreading her thighs, arching her back, and then, without any real warning, he shoved his hard c**k into her waiting p***y.

It went it without resistance. Luanne wasn’t ashamed at this. He f****d her hard and without remorse. Since she was held in place by the collar attached to the rack, it wasn’t possible for her to move, and his thrusts forced her shoulders up against the bars of the rack. It was his fantasy, first milking her and then f*****g her, so he could use her as he wished, but he wasn’t an artist when it came to s*x. The way he thrusted and used her body did little for her. Luckily he finished rather quickly. After the fact Luanne realized that everything from the moment the cows had crawled into the barn had been foreplay for him. This was just the final step for him.

When his hot c*m jetted into her cunt, she could feel it splash about and that thought was enough to make her c*m again. Tears slid down her cheeks. It felt so wonderfully good to be milked and f****d, used for someone else’s pleasure and to take pleasure in that use herself.

Farmer Brown pulled his c**k out of her and smacked her on the ass. “We’ll find out in a few days if that worked,” he said as he stood up and pulled his overalls back into place. “Once you start carryin’, those udders will grow extra big.”

He pulled a black Sharpie marker from his overalls pocket and wrote a quick note upon Luanne’s rump. She wanted to twist her head around and see what he had written, but she was locked into the rack and the effort was impossible. He went down the line once more, inspecting each cow’s cunt with eyes and fingers to see what their individual response to the milking was. Overall, Farmer Brown was pleased and patted each cow on the ass when he was done, a gentle gesture to show them he cared. When the inspections were over he picked up the main collection tank the women had filled, and then went to the barn door, where he announced, “Good night, girls,” and turned off the lights as he exited.

The five women—cows—remained on hands in knees in silence for a long minute. Luanne didn’t know what the others were thinking, but she was too worried about what might happen if she were to speak or do something that was no permitted, so she stayed in her position, wondering and worrying, and feeling the farmer’s c*m slowly drip down and out of her p***y. She hated that feeling of a man’s spunk sliding out of her, she either wanted to be on her back and have it stay in place or she wanted to run to shower and wash off. Neither of those options were a possibility while she was locked in the rack.

Abruptly the barn door slammed open and the lights flickered back to life. Luanne couldn’t see because her head was still locked into the rack and it frustrated her to no end. Bondage wasn’t her thing. She had played with it before, both professionally and privately, and being held down did little for her; she indulged in it because others paid her to or because it pleased her husband. She heard two sets of footsteps cross the barn’s hardwood floor. When the figures finally reached the restrained women Luanne saw, unsurprisingly, that Steffie was in the lead, but accompanying her was a man that took her a moment to place. It was Mark, Kim’s partner in The Farm, and in her bed too, Luanne had always suspected.

One by one Steffie went to each woman’s stall and slid the locking pin free of the rack releasing their collar. However, at the same time Mark was hooking a long leash to each collar as the women pulled their heads free. “Stay on your hands and knees,” he ordered each one as they worked down the line.

This was unexpected, but Luanne knew that at The Farm, when she was given an order, it was to be followed without question. Sure, maybe she couldn’t see the client, but he could certainly be watching her through the many cameras scattered about the house and barn. It was odd watching Mark hook the long leash to Kim’s collar and to have her crawl out of the stall. She wondered what the two of them were thinking.

The leash they were using was extremely long, each cow on hands and knees was on the same leash, just hooked to it every five feet or so. Luanne just willingly went along with the group. That’s what she was being paid for. They were led into the annex room where her little adventure had started. It was neutral, safe ground where they could rise to the their feet and remove leash and collar. Even when they did this the group—the herd—remained largely silent. Only when Kim’s leash and collar were off did she speak up; Steffie actually took a step back and let her boss control the situation.

“You all know what’s expected of you. Meals and beds are available in the house. Don’t leave the grounds or you won’t receive p*****t for tonight. Next milking is tomorrow morning.” She delivered this short speech like she was addressing a group of employees at the local Target, only she was naked. When she was done she grabbed one of the robes from the hooks next to the door and headed to the door. As she started to exit she said softly to Luanne, “Meet me in my office in ten minutes.”

Luanne wasn’t sure if she heard the words correctly, but she grabbed a robe and started to follow. The manager was already halfway across the lawn and Luanne briefly considered running after her, but then realized she meant for Luanne to wait at least ten minutes before going to the office. She altered plans and headed to the basement locker room for a quick shower. Before getting under the running water she looked over her shoulder and into the mirror to see what had been written on her skin. It simply read Bred 176 sss.

A few minutes later she walked upstairs with the robe wrapped around her body and her hair slightly damp from the shower. There were other people in the house. Some other event was going on, most likely small private parties or pre-arranged encounters exploring specialized kinks. Kim was waiting for her in the office.

“That was interesting,” Luanne said as she entered and sat down in front of Kim’s desk. Kim was wearing the same robe she had donned upon leaving the barn but it had opened up wide enough to show off some of her cleavage.

“There will be a bonus for you at the end of the weekend,” Kim said, barely acknowledging Luanne’s words.

“That’s fine. I wasn’t quiet expecting to be f****d tonight.”

“Do you need anything?” Kim inquired. She was always concerned for the welfare of her employees.

“A good stiff drink would be nice,” she answered with half a laugh.

“I was thinking more along the lines of Plan B.”

Luanne shook her head. “No. I’m fine. I’m safe.” She paused and then hesitantly asked, “He’s clean, isn’t he?” She already knew the answer. Kim wouldn’t allow a new client to be with an employee without being properly tested.