The Milking Herd Ch. 05

With head nodding, she fell asleep for the night. It would be an early morning call by the machine, preparing her for milking. Every milking session was preceded by an orgasm, a massage of her breasts to relax the hucow, and then another orgasm, all to increase yield.

In the middle of the night, she didn't notice a farmhand examining her. She stirred in her sleep when he adjusted the cups, and nipple suction tubes. He fingered some grease around both nozzles in her rear.

'There, there, nice cow. Settle down, cow,' a friendly voice spoke.

Andy fingered her anus and vagina to settle her down. He felt over her body, to ensure nothing was chaffing her skin, and she was in peek condition. He enjoyed his job. When a hucow was of the right type, he got to mount her, and breed with her. Those kept from producing a calf, he could just take her whenever he wanted. This one was reserved, so he moved on to the next.

Daisy was flagged as available, meaning there was a birth prevention in her feed. He'd finished the nightly checks so took a break. He uncoupled the vagina dildo, and massaged her sex with grease. She huffed and puffed, and turned her head to look at him. She had been there a couple of years, and so she was now allowed to let go of the feeder. She was a thoroughly domesticated hucow, so wouldn't call out unsettling messages to the others. It meant she could pick up treats from a trough.

He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Her thoughts turned to breeding, and how nice that would be. He was greasing her up, but there was no need, for his touch was enough. It was a real treat to have a farmhand fuck her. She couldn't remember when last she had enjoyed this privilege. It was so exciting, her inner muscles were taught, and her tummy quivered. She did so want to impress him, so he would return some time soon. She had to get this right, otherwise he might not bother with her again.

There were so many hucows to choose from, yet he had chosen to fuck her! Oh wondrous day!

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Joshua had assessed the new hucow as being submissive. It hadn't appeared that way when she turned the first day. Underneath the bluster she was naturally submissive, and she'd settled down to being controlled by the milking machine quickly enough. There hadn't been much choice, as there was no way of escaping the stall, and the machine controlled all aspects of her life.

Once a week the hucows were brought out of their stall, for them to crawl around the yard. It was a covered building, out of the weather, with soft flooring. It gave them a bit of exercise, though they were always in a hurry to get back to their stall, in case an orgasm was missed.

Three weeks had passed, and she had settled down to the routine, even though there wasn't a calming agent in her feed. When a herdsman removed the feeder she gave him a load of abuse, and demanded to be set free. It was unsettling to receive abuse after the other hucows were so domesticated. One after another they would be checked, then this one shouted swear words. It was funny after the initial shock.

'Here she is, nicely settled in,' Joshua showed his friend, Charlie.

Jo looked round to find out what was happening. Any change in the routine was interesting. A few days ago a herdsman removed her vagina and ass plugs. He was stroking her rump, murmuring to himself. He was trying to decide whether to fuck her asshole or vagina. Jo shook her head, and tried to put him off. It was difficult to move, let alone speak.

In time he realised she was reserved. She didn't know what that meant, but was hugely relieved. Besides, she was looking forward to a double orgasm, administered by the machine. It looked after her so well, she felt a warmth toward it. You can't love a machine, but it could be admired.

'She hasn't had that calming agent, the one you use to keep them docile?' Charlie asked.

'No, it's fully aware of what has been happening to it,' Joshua reassured him.

'Charlie!' Jo whimpered into the feeding nozzle.

He here to rescue her! The gate behind her was opened up, and the nozzles were being removed. She didn't shout or bawl, as it was embarrassing seeing her boss, or rather, him seeing her like this. The canvas sling was attached to a set of wheels. She was being wheeled out of her stall backwards. He was rescuing her!

She was going to punish these men, whether it was a mistake, or a prank. What kind of mistake was it, for her to end up in a milking stall. During the first week she had discovered they weren't cows, they were women being milked. From then on she figured they wanted to keep it a secret, and had hidden her away for their safety. When rescued, she would blast their secret across the world.

'My god, they've grown in the last few weeks,' Herbert commented.

Jo realised one of her staff was here. Were they all here to rescue her? It was embarrassing as hell to be seen naked, but seen attached to that machine, was horrible.

'We can manage the trolley,' Andrew said.

Philip stared at her enlarged breasts, swinging below the hammock like harness. There were rings around her breasts where the rubber cups were attached. The nipples were thick and elongated from being pulled during milking. The big rubbery nipples were on huge breasts, swinging as they walked through the milking shed. They were so big they almost scrapped the floor. It would be difficult for her to stand up, with the weight of them. Not having stood for awhile, it would be difficult anyway, but with those huge things it would be impossible.

'Nearly there,' Joshua encouraged.

Jim opened the doors to a darkened room. The low lighting showed another frame as in the stall, and a machine. It wouldn't be right to attach her to a strange machine. She thought it would be disloyal.

'This is the breeding room. They are kept here for a special breeding program. It's to ensure none of the herders get to them,' he laughed.

'I see. Can we watch?' Charlie asked.

Surely there was a mistake here. They were rescuing her, not about to watch such a diabolical act. Was this all a part of the plan, to get her away from the farm? At least they had her detached from the machine. Perhaps while the farm boss was distracted, she would be spirited away to freedom.

The feeding tube was still in place, and after so long she hardly noticed it. The dildo's were still in place, though the connecting tubes had been removed. Now Joshua was attaching a tube to the feeder and other nozzles, connecting her to the machine.

'Noooo!' Jo shouted from around the feeding tube.

Now the vagina and ass dildo's were being connected. She was caught in the sling, and still manacled, so struggling was useless. She closed her eyes not believing the humiliation of what was happening. The members of her team were gathered round, closely watching her.

'These two nozzles will clean it out, while that one feeds it,' Joshua explained.

'What about those huge tits,' Jim asked.

'We call them milk sacks. They are still growing, and will be twice as big when fully grown. They already produce a good quantity of milk. This is one of the attributes we want to breed into the next generation of hucows. It gave good milk yield very quickly and it is still rising,' he told them.

'Jo gives that much milk, amazing,' Andrew said.

Jo felt humiliated, being talked about as though she were nothing but a domesticated cow. Her own team were joining in the conversation, as though she were incapable of understanding them. Was she was just a dumb animal, removed from the herd for breeding?

'Here's the bull now,' Joshua said.

'This is Charlie, and his team. Do you mind giving a demonstration?' Joshua asked.

'Sure, no problem. It's my job,' he said.

'No! Fuck no! Not here, not now. Not in front of my office team!' Jo screamed.

He examined the hucow, and stroked its hair. It was new here, and obviously needed calming down. He was completely naked, like her. She didn't have to listen to their carnal conversation to know what was happening. He was a bull, and his massive penis was in her face! Bent over on hands and knees, she was vulnerable, unable to fight him off. The feeder was an effective gag, so she couldn't even object.

It was a surprise when he removed the feeder. He had a treat in his hand and palmed it into her mouth. She chewed the treat, then realised she was free to speak, and would be heard.

'Help! You can't milk me! You can't breed with me. I'm an important woman, I'll have you all in jail. Let me GO!' she ranted, and madly swung her body around.

'Stop that!' the bull fiercely spoke, and slapped her face.

He had to hold her head tight, while Joshua fitted the feeder back into her mouth. They checked the manacles were tight, and attached to the floor.

They weren't going to listen to a mere hucow. She was no longer a department manager, she was domesticated livestock, brought here for breeding. She could no longer make love. That was for humans. She was to be bred like any other farm animal.

This was it, this was the final humiliation. There was to be no escape to freedom. She would have to accept this humble position from now on.

She was an it, not an it girl as they used to say, just an it. She was domestic cattle in a cattle shed, ready for milking in her stall, or ready for fucking, or whatever the machine decided for her. It had been comforting not making decisions, and surprisingly she hadn't been bored. The orgasms and milking broke up the day, despite starting off so early in the morning.

Connected to the machine once more, she felt comforted. Damn! The sound of the machine had her automatically becoming wet. She was opening up for the bull! The guys from her department were commenting on how wet she was. The bull was massaging her breasts, and pulling upon her nipples. Almost as well as the machine did.

He was milking her by hand! He was whispering nice words about her into an ear. Despite her resistance it was all having an effect upon her. She was calming down, becoming docile like a proper hucow.

'It needs oiling,' the bull said.

Joshua came back from a table loaded with oil.

'Here,' he said, handing the guys a bottle each. 'Rub this in, all over her body' he told them.

Jo felt the three men from her department fumbling at first. They soon got into a rhythm. It was terrible. They had been working in her department, and she had been the boss. Now they were massaging her naked body with oil. What was terrible was that their hands were overwhelming her, giving her a different kind of tension. They were sexing her up!

Her guys were sexing her up for the bull!

'Look how big Jo's clit is, I'd never have thought it,' Andrew told the others.

'I felt it while I was oiling her,' Jim bragged.

'I concentrated on those huge tits,' someone else said.

He stood behind her, rubbing his hardness between her lips. Up through outer and inner labia, he then pressed it against her clit. It looked and felt larger than the rubber dildo usually inside her vagina.

Oh! Noooo! He was going to fuck her in front of her team. It wasn't even that, she was being bred! Like a domestic animal, she was being bred by a bull!

He was tall and very muscular. He had a broad chest, and even wider shoulders. His cock was big and solid, sitting up in front of him, way past his belly button. The man was well proportioned and looked powerful. His legs were muscular, looking as though he could thrust powerfully.

His big rough hands gripped her hips. She felt his large sack swing and hit her pussy. She was frightened. His penis was so large, how can she possibly take it!

'Nooo, please! I can't take that huge cock! I'll be a good girl, I promise,' she shouted, to no avail.

It couldn't be resisted. He had her sexually tense, awaiting the inevitable. Her muscles relaxed, and she opened up, ready for him. The bull gently pushed. The large bulbous head of his cock stuck for a moment, then entered her. The feeling of being stretched frightened her. She clamped down upon his cock, but it was too late, he was in. A slow long push had his cock deep inside. A further push found him deeper than anything had ever been. Then he penetrated still deeper!

Her onetime team looked at her, not understanding what she was saying. Is she complaining, or is she asking for it? It is difficult to tell how well she has succumbed to being a hucow. They worried for her, seeing how big the bulls cock is.

'How can Jo take such a big cock?' one of them asked.

'Jo seems to be enjoying the breeding session,' Jim said.

'She must be, as she's pushing back on him,' Andrew said.

'Breeding improves the yield and will settle it down into the routine. It's a good experiment, to see if we need to administer calming agents in their feed,' Joshua commented. 'It will be bred every day now, until pregnant,' he added.

The men from her team were making comments about how the bull was fucking her, and how she was responding to him. It was a show, not a private love making session. She didn't even know the bulls name. This was how it was going to be from now on. A bull would grease her sex, and simply take her whenever he felt like it.

'Oh! God! Not now! Not in front of colleagues!' she whined.

Her orgasm rocked her body from side to side in the sling. She'd been rocked back and forth while he thrust into her, and now she was moaning and groaning from an enforced orgasm.

'You see how much more milk she is producing?' Joshua pointed out.

The others were too interested in her being bred, and how powerful the bull was, to notice her being milked.