Creamy Goodness 2

Milking on the Farm-5

That wasn’t the end of it. He unbuckled his overalls and knelt down behind her. Luanne knew what was coming next didn’t mind it at all. She arched her back and spread her thighs a little wider, showing off her p***y to the man who was about to f**k her. When she moved the artificial tail he had put in her ass moved against her skin and she wondered what kind of man got off on that sort of thing.

His knees hit the floor inside of hers. With a smooth, practiced move Farmer Brown took his already hard c**k in one hand and Luanne’s new tail in the other. A steady pull on the tail raised up her ass and opened up her p***y. She realized that he had put a butt plug into her but it didn’t come out easily making her wonder how deeply it had been planted into her rectum. There was no need to resist. Farmer Brown guided his c**k into her open and wet—she was almost ashamed at how wet she was just from being humiliated and nursed—p***y. Happily she took his length and let him f**k her.

This morning he lasted longer than the previous night, but it was still a hard and fast session of primal lust. He f****d her without any concern for her pleasure, keeping his right and on her rump and his left wrapped around her tail, jerking and pulling her around when it pleased him. After almost too short a time he finished, pumping his c*m into her swollen cunt. A few heavy breaths and a grunt or two indicated he was done and he pulled out. Farmer Brown might have missed it, but he had made her c*m twice more. Luanne wasn’t sure if she should be ashamed of being used and humiliated and cumming because of that. There was no reason for her to speak about it; she was forbidden to speak anyway.

He wiped his semi-flaccid c**k on her ass and stood up, buckling his overalls back into place as he headed for the phone on the barn’s wall. The call he made was short and to the point. “Yeah. Bring in the other cows. Yeah. I don’t want their udders to go hard.”

A minute later Steffie led in the cow parade. It was much like yesterday, all four women leashed together, only this time they were minus Luanne and each woman already had an artificial tail in place in her ass. Luanne wondered if they had done it to themselves or had had assistance in the process. It didn’t matter. They all went willingly into their stalls, Kim included.

Farmer Brown went down the line as he always did, inspecting his stock, feeling their breasts, making sure they were locked in. The small herd endured this silently. There were no complaints as he hooked up his milking machine to each woman’s t**s. Milk flowed steadily from their breasts as he looked on impassively. Luanne wasn’t exempt from this treatment. Even though she had less milk than the other women at this point, he still hooked up the collection nozzles to her t**s and let her n*****s be drawn forward and released by the strong suction. Her milk flowed and was drained down to the collection tank to combine with everyone else’s.

“Did yah know that if the cows enjoy their milkin’, it tastes sweeter?” When Farmer Brown asked this question Luanne wasn’t sure who he was speaking to, then she realized that Steffie was still in the barn, watching. She was one of The Farm’s few full-time employees. Luanne remembered that the short blonde took particular pleasure in inflicting pain on others; she was a true sadist. Any new torment—physical or mental—intrigued her and watching submissive women being forcibly milked would easily appeal to her sadism.

“I did not know that.” Steffie’s diction was sharp. Clearly she wanted to distinguish herself from a man she considered a bit of a hayseed.

“Yah have to make sure they enjoyin’ their time in the milkin’ stall.”

Luanne couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but a moment later a familiar buzzing sound filled the air. It was the exact same sound her Hitachi Magic Wand made. The cow at the end of the line started breathing heavily and panting. It didn’t take her long at all to c*m with a strangled cry. Steffie grinned. She liked seeing and hearing other women c*m, especially if they had no say in the matter. “You use that expertly,” she complimented Farmer Brown.

“I’ve a done this before,” he confessed as he moved down the line.

The second cow shied away from Farmer Brown but had nowhere to run to. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding her steady, as he knelt down, one foot inside her knee, keeping her stance wide and her p***y open. With his right hand he pressed the Magic Wand up between her legs, searching out the apex of her slit, pressing the eagerly vibrating tool against her clit. The fake tail faintly shook as it rested against the vibrator’s large shaft. The cow began wiggling, trying to escape but at the same time trying to press against the vibrator, putting it in the exact right spot. The engineers of the tool truly were magicians. As she was pumped she was also brought to her climax by the farmer’s tool.

“Good girl,” he said after she came and gave her a slap on the rump. Casey the cow, the next one in line, was anxiously eyeing the farmer from her stall. He caught her look and nodded once at her. “It’s easier if you don’t fight it,” he told her as he assumed the same position next to Casey, using his foot to keep her legs parted and pressed the tool up against her cunt.

For all her supposed fear, Casey quickly gave herself over to the treatment and let herself c*m with a yowl of appreciation. As was his habit, Farmer Brown nodded once, slapped Casey on the ass, and moved on. “You’ve already had yours,” he said to Luanne as he stepped over her stall. His words were soft and barely visible over the sound of the machine’s pump. What he said came as a relief to Luanne; she wasn’t sure if she could happily endure another orgasm.

Kim was last in line and didn’t protest or move away from the farmer’s treatment. It was easy for Luanne to rotate her head and look at Kim’s face as Farmer Brown applied the vibrator to her cunt. There was a beatific smile on her face as the vibrator buzzed happily. Kim was almost too jaded for this sort of thing. She lasted longer than any of the other cows, but even the experienced farm manager was helpless to resist the power of the Magic Wand. She came in a series of little shrieks. Luanne was embarrassed when Kim was done cumming and her eyes opened up to see Luanne staring. Kim smiled blissfully. Luanne looked away, her face red.

At this point the cows t**s were almost completely empty. He took his time checking each ones udders and when he judged no more milk was forthcoming, he unhooked the suction nozzles and gathered up the pump’s hoses and collection tank.

“I need to make sure yah girls are stayin’ healthy. I’ll feed and water yah, and then I’ll milk yah again tonight.”

What followed was the most humiliating part of the whole process. Farmer Brown slid a board into place on supports attached to the front of the stalls just under where their heads came through the racks. He then placed stainless steel bowls on the board just under their chins. Walking down the line, Farmer Brown filled each bowl with feed. Luanne looked at the food and quickly determined it wasn’t animal feed, but some sort of processed nut, meal, and dried fruit mixture, similar to what hikers would carry for a quick meal on the trail. Next to each of the bowls he attached a water bottle to the stall wall. “Eat up, girls,” he instructed. “Feedin’ time lasts ten minutes.”

When the food was under her nose Luanne realized she was starved. It was humiliating but she still lowered her face and ate eagerly out of the bowl. The way the stalls were built the rack prevented her from using her hands to feed herself. The only way to drink from the water bottle was to suck from the inverted metal straw. That wouldn’t have been so bad if the bottle was sitting upright, but it was upside down like in a hamster’s cage. It was humiliating and Luanne was certain Farmer Brown got off on it, watching them eat.

At the end of the promised ten minutes he took the food bowls away. Luanne had eaten everything from hers and her tummy was happily full. She didn’t see what the other cows had done but imagined they too were satiated. When the bowls were gone he then walked back down the line forcing a red ball gag into each cow’s mouth and buckling it behind their head. The obvious purpose of the gag was to keep them from talking to each other, but it was just another level of humiliation for them. To her great shame Luanne realized she liked this further humiliation. She didn’t even think of resisting. She opened her mouth and willingly accepted the gag when it was her turn. He gave her a gentle pat on the head for her obedience after buckling it in place.

“Lay down and nap, girls,” Farmer Brown called from the barn door. “Afternoon milkin’ comes awfully quick. You don’t want to be exhausted.” He snapped off the lights and closed the door, leaving them in semi-darkness.

The racks were designed so that the cows could slide their heads up and down. Luanne took advantage of this design feature to get off her hands and knees, lie down on the soft straw, curl up, and go to sleep.

Four

She was woken by the barn door slamming open. “Good afternoon, girls. I’m sure those udders are full. Get up and let’s get you milked.” Farmer Brown’s greeting was hardly friendly, but it got right to the point. Luanne’s neck was sore because of the awkward way the collar and rack restrained her. The plug and artificial tail were still in her ass which made her uncomfortable back there to say the least. She woke up with drool running down her cheek because the ball gag had kept her mouth open while she slept which made her jaws sore as well.

Farmer Brown was the model of efficiency as he ran down his line of cows, running his hands over their bodies, feeling their full breasts, making sure they were producing plenty of milk, and inspecting their cunts to ensure their health. Luanne found she didn’t mind this treatment at all. She had become accustomed to it.

He hooked up the milking machine and Luanne found herself looking forward to the familiar sensation of the nozzles on her t**s. She was too full and her time in the barn had somehow sent her milk production soaring. The moment the hoses were attached to her t**s she exhaled through her nose in relief. Her milk started flowing and all the aches and pains in her body started to ebb away.

As they were milked Farmer Brown walked down the line removing the cows ball gags. As soon as Luanne’s was off, she turned her head to the side and drank thirstily from the water bottle. She barely noticed when Farmer Brown dropped his overalls down around his knees and presented his c**k to Casey, whose stall was nest to Luanne’s. Her sister cow knew what was expected. She opened her mouth—which had to be sore from the ball gag—and let him f**k her face. Luanne only half-watched. She’d seen enough blowjobs in her life.

Farmer Brown didn’t finish in her mouth. After a few minutes, when he was erect, his c**k red and wet, he pulled out, yanked it overalls halfway up to his waist, and waddled awkwardly around the line of stalls to behind the women. “I’m not goin’ to waste this seed in some cow’s throat,” he grumbled to himself as he knelt down behind Luanne. She had been expecting this and simply arched her back and waited to be entered.

The milk pump had been doing its work which had made her cunt wet. He slipped easily into her and started pumping away. “Got to keep a good cow’s belly full,” he said while lifting up her tail and thrusting hard with each phrase. Luanne didn’t just endure the treatment, she allowed the moment to take her and have a quick orgasm before Farmer Brown climaxed.

When he was done, Luanne grinned. It felt good to have someone filling up her p***y, trying to breed her, while at the same time her t**s were being drained of their milk. It made her feel like her body was being fully used.

While she was basking in the afterglow of Farmer Brown’s enforced breeding, she was abruptly startled back to reality when Kim half jumped and slammed her body against the low wooden wall of her stall. Looking over Luanne saw that Kim was trying to get away from the long tube that Farmer Brown had been inserting into her p***y. It wasn’t a vibrator or dildo, it was far too long and thin for something like that.

“Calm down, girl,” he said. “I don’t want to have to tie you down for this.”

From the expression on Kim’s face Luanne was certain this was not something that Kim had been informed of ahead of time. For a moment Luanne was certain Kim was going to speak and break fantasy Farmer Brown had paid so much for, but The Farm’s manager was a professional and didn’t fight her client.

“Yah can’t expect me to personally breed each of your girls,” he added and then blew gently into the tube. Kim made a sour face but otherwise didn’t fight back.

Removing the tube from her p***y Farmer Brown added, “Don’t yah worry. This is prime Brown seed. Made it myself.” He chuckled at his cleverness and moved down the line, walking past Luanne and on to Casey. Luanne could barely see out of the corner of her eye, but he loaded something into the end of the tube, slid it into Casey’s cunt, and repeated the blowing procedure with her. She was silent as it happened, but she was eyeing Kim, following her lead. The final two cows endured the process as well without complaint. For the final touch Farmer Brown took out his Sharpie and went back down the line, making the note on each of their asses as to when they were bred and his initials.

When it was all over, he gathered up his milk collection tank and left the barn without a word, slamming the door shut behind him. The second the door was shut Kim spoke clearly, not shouting, but projecting her voice like a teacher over a rowdy classroom because complaints were coming from Casey and the other two women than Luanne didn’t know. “Steffie, come to the barn and release us. If my client isn’t already leaving, see that Mark makes sure he does leave.”

A minute later Steffie was in the barn freeing the cows. Sadly, Luanne reached up and released the collar from her neck. The other three weren’t nearly as sad as she was. Their complaints filled her and Kim’s ears. “What the f**k did he put in us?” they demanded.

“I don’t know,” Kim answered honestly. “But I suspect it was his semen. Don’t worry; I’ll have everything taken care of. Why don’t you ladies go to the showers and clean up?” The barn cleared out in the flash of an eye.

Later, in Kim’s office, Luanne accepted the check that Kim offered. She glanced at the amount and noted it was twice what had been promised. When she looked up questioningly at Kim she said, “A bonus for good performance and the unexpected duties we all had to endure.”

“How are you going to cover this check?” Luanne asked, waving the slip of paper at the manager.

“I already verified that…Farmer Brown deposited more than enough to my account to compensate for what he has done. I’m undecided if he’ll ever be invited back. You sure you don’t need a script for Plan B…or the actual pills. I have both if you need.”

Luanne shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m good.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and gently cupped her sore breasts through her shirt. The money was good, but she was wondering what she would have to do to be used like this again.