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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Six- Milk Maid Moo
11/12/2006 3:39 pm Last Read: |
Monday, Master told me he was heading out on a business trip, hed be gone for a week. He told me to pack a bag of uniforms and get into the car. Was I going with him? Would we be taking our adventures to another city? When in the car, Master told me that while he was gone, Id be staying on Justins farm. Master had his bag of our favorite toys, but he did not get, or tell me to get, my breast pump. When I informed Master that I did not have my pump along with me, he said Dont worry Titty. When we reached the farm, Justin asked Master how long it had been since its teats had been milked. Master told him that I had been milked at breakfast but not since then, so they were probably due. Justin said he was just heading out to the barn to milk the cows, so milking me wouldnt be a problem. Master told him that I did not remember to bring my pump, so Id need to be milked several times a day, either by mouth or machine. Master warned me that this week I was to follow every one of Justins directions. Disobeying Justin would lead to serious punishment. Master put my bags on the front porch and left. I followed Justin(Sir) back to the barn. When we reached the barn Sir reminded me that I was a cow, and cows did not walk on two legs and also did not wear clothing. This week I would not be allowed to wear clothing at all. He stated that Id continue with the normal routines Master had me on: the clamps and clips while getting ready in the morning and wearing nipple suckers while I was not being milked. He told me that he was disappointed that I had not remembered to bring my pump, so hed be forced to hook me up to the milking machine in the barn several times a day, and while he was at work hed leave Bridget to either feed from me or milk me in the barn. Sir led me over to the sterile milking area and rubbed my nipples down with rubbing alcohol before hooking the tubes to my nipples. My nipples were sucked tightly into the tubes and tugged harshly over and over. Sir left my milking stall and went on with milking the other cows. Every half hour Sir came back and tugged on the milking tubes, making sure they were snugly latched on. I smiled, I could feel my milk supply growing. I loved being milked, I loved having swollen nipples and I loved having my tits used and abused. My boobs were milked for a total of three hours while Sir milked the other cows. Ya all done Titty? Are your udders empty? I nodded my head yes. What was that Titty? Yes, I said shyly. Sir slapped my tits. Cows dont talk you stupid slut. I froze. What did he want me to do? Mooo I said, my voice quivering. Thats better Titty. Sir bent over me and unlatched my teats from the machine. In the same fluid movement, he positioned the nipple suckers on my swollen, elongated nipples. They were already extremely big, but Sir and Master didnt want to lose any of their size by allowing them to shrink back to normal. Sir placed a collar around my neck and hooked a leash to the collar. He pulled the collar once and led me from the barn. I crawled, following Sir, into the house. If Sir really wanted to treat me like a cow, he would have remembered that cows dont go in the house they get left in the barn I thought as I entered the house. I decided not to remind Sir of this fact. Tittys here! Sir yelled to Bridget when we were in the house. Sir and I went into the living room and I was showed my place on the floor. I was not allowed to leave my position on my hands and knees between breakfast and bedtime, unless I was allowed onto the couch for Sir or Bridget to feed from me. Sir left for work around 7 a.m. and I was alone with Bridget. Bridget went along with her daily routine and kind of forgot that I was there, on my hands and knees in the corner of the living room. Around lunchtime Bridget came and picked up my leash, dragging me to the barn for another milking. She led me to a stall and she laid down on the ground. She positioned herself under my tits, her legs near my face. She put her legs in the air and wrapped them around my face Eat, you cow She yelled at me as she slapped my tits. I shoved my face into her pussy and my tongue lapped over her clit. While I was eating her pussy, Bridget pulled my nipple down and latched onto it. She drank about ¼ of the milk from each of my tits, leaving them still pretty full. My tongue rode in and out of her cunt until she cummed in my mouth. I gagged as her cum splashed in my mouth and slid down my throat. Afterwards, she stood and pinched my nipples harshly. She attached the milking tubes to my tits and walked away. She went back into the house and left me there, my nipples being tugged and squeezed mercilessly. I was left in the barn with my tits being milked until Sir came home from work five hours later. Hello Titty Sir said, walking into the barn Moo I said, exhausted. Sir detached the tubes and brought me into the house. He teasingly scolded Bridget for leaving me out in the barn for so long. Sorry Titty Bridget said, tapping me on my sore, puffy nipples. She left the room to go make dinner. An hour later Sir walked me into the dining room and told me to kneel by the table with my hands behind my head. Bridget and Sir sat down to dinner. When they were done eating they decided to finish off their meal with a glass of nice warm milk. They each grabbed one of my tits and wrung it as if wringing the water out of laundry. Milk splashed into their glasses and they were only satisfied when their glasses were filled to the brim. After dinner I was brought back to my place in the living room and left there for a few hours, while my tits re-filled with milk. When Sir could see that my teats were engorged with milk and I was on the verge of tears from their fullness, He brought me out to the barn for one more milking. He again attached my tits to the machine and turned the machine on. I was surprised to find Sir had only turned the machine on low. My nipples were sucked at a slow, lazy pace. I soon found out that the slow sucking pace was because I was to be left in the barn and milked all night. By morning, Sir found me sobbing in the barn. My tits had never hurt so much. |
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11/27/2006 1:48 pm |
I wish it were a true story... Ta-tas for now! ~A
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