DOWN ON THE FARM - A STORY

When he informed me that we were to spend the coming weekend on a farm I was really pleased. As an animal lover I envisaged cute little lambs to pet, chickens to feed. I imagined plenty of fresh air obtained through country walks, and pleasant evenings watching the sun go down, accompanied by a glass of wine and stimulating conversation. I did wonder however why he laughed at me when I appeared at the car with a small suitcase and a pair of pink Wellingtons.

“You won’t be needing much of what’s inside there”, he said pointing to the case.

We arrived just a little after lunchtime, a gorgeous Victorian era stone built farmhouse with two barn type structures at each side. The day was perfect for July, the sun reflecting off nothing but field after field, tree after tree – we truly were in the middle of nowhere. I smiled happily as he unlocked the door, following him down the long hall and into the kitchen. The pine table was laden with bread and cheeses, a coffee machine sat idle in the corner primed and ready to be switched on. I was duly impressed that he had had the forethought to arrange this for us.

“Sit down and eat” he told me, “You will need some sustainance to see you through the afternoon”. I smiled happily at him, the picture of a leisurely stroll forming in my mind.

But the moment that lunch was over, I saw the change in his eyes, the look that I had come to both fear and desire. He stood, and beckoned me to do the same and follow him. Five or six paces behind him, he led me into the barn at the left of the house. I looked around at the fenced area on one side, the floor spread with hay.

“Strip”.

As I removed my clothing I was aware of him reaching into a large kitbag he had clearly pre-arranged to be there. As he moved towards me he held a few length of rope and a thin latex hood. His eyes met mine and he uttered a single word – “Girlcow”.

My wrists and arms were bound tightly behind my back, the hemp rope rough and scratchy on my skin, then he tipped me forward a little and bound my breasts tightly. Whilst still bent over I felt his fingers massage my anus, the silky feeling of lubricant coating me, then the invasive solidity of rubber as he pushed a butt plug deep inside, a length of dark wiry hair hanging from the end – a tail for his girlcow. Pushing me back upright he scraped the hair away from my face and pulled the mask over my head. No eye holes, no mouth hole, only small breathing holes situated below my nostrils.

I felt him loop a rope through the middle of my breast bondage and moved forward as he tugged it. No idea where he was leading me but certainly outside as the concrete smoothness of the barn floor under my feet changed into a rougher, dirtier feeling and I became quickly aware of the burn of the afternoon sun kissing my naked skin. I must have slowed down a little at the change of sensations as he tugged at the rope lead, jerking my body forward, causing me to stumble a little as I once more felt a smoothness under my feet, the other barn I assumed. I felt the rope go slack and felt his hands on me, palms flat against my bound tits, my nipples hardening under his circular motions. His speech was slightly dulled to me underneath the latex enclosure,

“We all know what cows are good for don’t we”.

I felt the pressure in my breasts lessen as he unwound the binding, then he took my arm and led me towards a steel structure – two upright poles with horizontal poles attached at the bottom acting as feet, steel shackles attached to the bottom of the two upright poles. At waist level there was a bar to bend over and a further bar that would sit just under my breasts,and a final mid-level bar on which to rest my chin. An adjustable pole slid down the structure to hold me in position with my bound wrists trapped underneath.

He pushed me forward and bend me over the waist bar, the metal cold and unyielding making me gasp. I winced a little as the holding pole was slid into place and my legs pulled apart as the shackles were clicked around my ankles. I suddenly felt exceptionally vulnerable as my cunt became exposed, my breasts hanging down below in the middle of the structure.

Already slightly chilled by the touch of the steel on my skin I squealed aloud as a further freezing sensation was inflicted upon me. A small china bowl of icy cold water was placed under each nipple in turn, moved up to submerge each one, hardening them for his purpose – the milking machine.

The gentle hissing of the electric pump began as he switched it on. He placed the first glass cup over my left breast. I wriggled uncomfortably as my nipple and some breast flesh was sucked inside harshly. He repeated the procedure with my right breast, the hissing sound now much quieter now that the cups had been filled by me. He moved back to observe. Suck, tap, suck tap, the only sounds echoing in the barn as the pump sucked greedily on my nipples, my discomfort increasing with every passing second. He watched as slowly but surely tiny droplets of milky fluid began to trickle through the cups and filter down the plastic tubes into the container. And as the pain increased so did the milk flow – soon the droplets turned into multi sprays. I moaned as my milk began to freeflow from me, a great throbbing in my cunt distracting me from the great soreness in my nipples. But not for long, as as my milk ebbed, my bleeding began, my nipples cracking. I began to wail and to my great relief I heard and felt the machine being switched off. He loosened the suction seals on the cups and removed them, seeing my elongated and swollen teats red, sore and dotted with pinpoints of blood. I felt his tongue lap against them, soothing yet also stinging.

I felt his breath through my mask, his words leaving me trembling with fear –
“Now that the girlcow has been milked her next duty would be to be covered by the bull.”

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, my heart racing, not believing that he would bring a third party male into this equation. I felt my tail being flicked up to lie on my back and felt unfamiliar fingers stroking at my sodden labia, spreading my lips, felt a hard and stout cock push up against my opening, coating itself in my juices, ready to violate me. Then it struck forward, ramming itself into me, widening my already bloomed cunt, slamming against my cervix. I cried loudly as I was fucked harder than I had ever been fucked before, my insides feeling as if they were being ripped raw, each thrust forcing my tail plug deeper and deeper. Through my cries I could hear him gently laughing, encouraging my tormentor to thrust harder and deeper. Lost in a summerland of torturous pleasure I felt my womb tighten and my orgasm spewed forth.

“Enough” he said, and I felt the cock pull out of me. Through the haze I was in I felt his fingers grasp the back of the hood and peel it from my head. I gulped in air and blinked hard against the rays of sunlight that filtered through the barn door. I looked up at him and he smiled, looked away from me and beckoned his ‘bull’ around to the front to stand beside him – a plump attractive brunette female wearing a large black strap-on. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, thanked her for her services and motioned for her to leave. I watched her exit the barn, heard her metal tip heels click over the concrete then crunch further and further away across the yard.

He released me from the bondage of the milking stand, and untied my arms, my body stiff and sore, my nipples still enlarged and still aching, dried specks of blood decorating their surface. He took the rope and noosed it around my neck and led me back to the first barn, into the fenced area, where he instructed me to get down on all fours in the hay. I looked up at him as he told me that I would be sleeping here tonight, as a good girlcow would. He hunkered down and stroked my hair gently, telling me how good I had been and that tomorrow would bring him even further joy. He stood up, tied the end of the rope to the fence and left. I lay down on my side, and curled up in the sweet smelling hay, my body exhausted, my udders swollen, my cunt still throbbing, and my ass still filled. I felt my cow eyes close as I drifted into sleep, my dreams filled with anticipated erotic agonies to come.
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