Farm

Astrid assumed her position on the milking floor. Her massive udders were heavy and she needed relief in the worst way. The nipples ached and wept milk – she had bristled during inspection and for her rebellion she had been left in her cubical. Astrid actually had not meant to give offense – however, she had been unusually tender for the last week.

She resisted as the farmhand pushed her head through the yoke and it locked her into position. Her struggle earned her a brutal smack to the ass with his shepard’s crook. The blow would have sent her to her knees as she wobbled about in heels on the uneven grated floor but the restraint choked her into place.

The hand leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I don’t get you girl. You are usually so much better behaved. Keep it up and you could end below.”

Astrid panicked at the thought. “Sore.” she responded reflexively.

He pulled back surprised. “If cows spoke I’d almost say this one said she was “sore”. Well, we will see if we can fix that we’ll make sure to milk you by hand first and then use the machine to finish you off.”

“No. No. No.”

A bit was forced into place. Hand milking was sure to be an agony given her slips of late and her tenderness. The “no’s” became “please” as she accepted her fate and his inattention to her pleas for clemency.

“Hell, I’d take her back to the stalls and let her sit out another one but the manager says she is too popular and they do not wish to lose the revenue.” He laughed to one of the other workers.

Astrid looked at the other cattle and preened as best she could. Despite her long stint in the diary and perhaps because of it she was the most sought after. Her pride quickly faded as a rough hand batıkent escort smacked her hanging tits, in an all too practiced manner. Her milker wrung them from base to nipple squeezing their nectar in a large metal bucket. Her liquid sang against its sides. Astrid wept as the video cameras broadcast the event to the audience purchasing her product.

She could feel her pussy drip and the small contractions begin. Astrid knew that since she was not being bred today a camera would be place behind her so everyone that wished could see her surrender. As he stood up with the bucket he showed her milk to the cameras. He attached the milking machine’s heavy cups to her nipples and flipped the switch. The suction was set intentionally high and its relentless draw made her bellow with agony. As she noticed the bidding rack up furiously on the tote board she started to cum. A spray of her mist fogged the camera, which ignited more bidding. As her water splashed down her legs, she lost control of her body completely knowing the level of the audience’s desire.

The machine whirled to a stop but the milking cups still latched on to her nipples.

Her lust still not slaked she ground her teeth against the bit gag. She watched heavy cocked men breeding some of the other women being milked. Occasionally, cows had to be bred to maintain milk. Sometimes it was an extra for the audience or a reward for the cow. She would have touched herself; however, the shackles on her belt restraint would not allow it. “Lucky.” she thought turning away from the action.

“Jealous?” Her milker smiled down at her. He stepped in behind her and Astrid raised her ass as much as she could to present herself. “It is beşevler escort not your turn to be bred yet. Plus you have done nothing that deserves reward lately.” His voice deepened, “However, I will fuck your ass if that will calm you down.”

That was the problem with being at the top – nowhere to go but down – the Farm pushed you harder and harder until you failed. That was their standard operating procedure. Then there was punishment, neglect, or exile – none desirable or survivable for any of the creatures there.

Astrid tried not to worry about that and wiggled her ass trying indicating her submission. It would not feel as good her pussy but she needed some relief, any relief. To her horror she heard the milking machine started. The setting had been lowered but the suction immediately began to tear at her already swollen and ragged nipples. She sobbed at her predicament and the sheer joy of her agony. Large hands spread her plump ass and a thick cock head took position at her puckered opening. It was greased and from the consistency it felt like the same lubrication they used for the cups on her udders.

With a sudden push he broke her open and was in her two or three inches. Her ass burned. He was bigger than Astrid thought. Not as big as the breeding bulls, however, this was her ass not her pussy. She tried to force him out of her – but it was far too late. All her thrashing did was to shake the machine adding extra weight to the hoses and cups which only increased the pain and her helplessness. That and it seemed to infuriate the farmer.

“So, you think you can go somewhere?” He reached over her back grabbing the gate and with no mercy he drove his dick down to its root büyükesat escort into her open hole. Pull most of the way out he then drove in again relentlessly.

“Oh, he is good.” Astrid thought as she started to cum. It was not long before he shot his load deep into her ass. As he pulled out she could feel his cum creeping out of her gaping asshole down toward her sex.

“This one is done.” He slapped her ass. “Disconnect her, hose her down, and take her back to her stall.” He barked at a cleaner. “I am going to wash the smell of the grease and this animal off me.” He pulled up his overalls, turned off the machine, and walked away.

A younger man approached Astrid and pulled the cups off her nipples. Her heavy breasts now lighter swung freely. Using gloved hands he pushed a clear plastic hose into her ass, then he stepped to the side and turned the water quickly on and off repeatedly. The cold jet caused her guts to spasm shooting a jets of water and cum from her and unto the floor. Unceremoniously he pulled the line out of her and started to scrub her down with a stiff bristle brush and soap. He lifted and adjusted her body as he saw necessary to complete his job. Then using a second hose he sprayed her down, again, the temperature of the water shocked her. As quickly as it had started it was over. Water dripped from her down through the grating onto the soft ground below creating a muddy bog in which another group of more feral bestial women lived and performed for a different audience.

He looked directly into the camera. Allowing the unblinking eye to stare at him for a moment – he smiled and said, “Astrid will be placed in her stall now. You may view her there. The next milking is at 5 o’clock. The winning bid for this milking was $36 per ounce for 9.5 ounces of her milk. As always if you have any special requests or wish to participate in either milking or breeding contact visitor services. Everything has a price.” Then he unhooked her from the yoke and led her off the milking floor.