Kidnapped At The Farm

But all have milk pumps attached to their large breasts, and each one has a spaced out expression. I look away from this as it's too much to take it. Especially as all of their breasts are huge. And especially as I can hear many of them moaning in pleasure as if they are enjoying being milked.

"This one might have been a colleague of yours," the farmer notes and points at one of the stalls My eyes widen and that feeling of disbelief returns as I see who he is pointing to. In shock of it, I walk up to the stall.

"No, no, no! That can't be!" I protest. The feeling that this is a dream runs over me yet again as I can't believe the face I'm seeing. It just can't be. Not her. She would never fall into this trap.

"Cindy?!!!!" I call at the woman bent over in the stall. Cindy was a very young , well-educated black woman that had just finished getting her master's degree when I first met her. We worked at the same farm together, where I tended to the horses and she was hired on to increase efficiency.

She was going to reshape the way the world looked at farms. At night we would share a bottle of wine and she would tell me all of her plans for when she got a farm of her own. They were such good ideas too, such as making it a completely female-run or using only solar power.

I hadn't seen her in at least a year. Now I think about it, she was the one that told me about Cow's Milk Inc. She knew they were up to no good, and that she was going to do something about it. When I never heard from her again, I thought she just moved to another state because surely if anyone could take this place down...it would be her.

Cindy doesn't respond even after I call her name again. Instead she stays nearly motionless bent over as her naked body is confined in that horrible rig so she can't move. Only her eyes are non-stop rolling up as if feeling continuous overwhelming pleasure.

But her boobs...what did they do to them? Cindy had much larger breasts than I did, maybe a D cup. But now? Now they are overly huge, to the point it's comical. I mean, they have to be GGG or something. And they dangle under her as the pumps keep pumping away.

"That's Bessy. She's one of our best milking cows," the head farmer reveals. As if to make a point he pats her on the top of her head. The old Cindy would have bitten him, but this Cindy doesn't react. No, that's wrong. She moans...at his touch.

"You see, when new women arrive, not all are ready to produce milk," the farmer begins to explain as I gape at the strong woman I once knew. I do catch that he must be saying this towards me.

"And the time it takes for the female body to start to produce milk takes months, which is time we most often do not have. Cause of this, some of our doctors and chemists got together and were able to make what you might call, a stimulant, which tricks the female form into getting ready to produce milk within a couple of weeks," he explains, his tone sounding very proud.

I don't say anything or even acknowledge him. I just keep looking at Cindy, thinking she will snap out of it. Maybe the two of us could break out of here if she did. But she just keeps moaning a pleasurable moan ever few moments. My hopes keep getting dashed as I realize that even if she saw me, she wouldn't know who I am naked like this, my face partly covered with my own damn panties.

"That stimulant was a game changer for us, as it is completely safe and doesn't harm the body at all. As the months have gone on, they've made some incredible updates to the stimulant too. Updates I never could have foreseen. Like increasing breasts size, thus increasing production like you see with her," he tells me so damn proud. To make a further point, he playfully slaps her boob, making it swing.

"You're a monster," is the only thing I say, only it's very soft as I feel so downtrodden. Looking at Cindy, I tell myself that I won't become that. That I'm getting out of here, no matter what it takes. But even as I say it, I still feel the tears on my face as I climaxed from an old man molesting me in front of everyone.

"Monster? No. Bessie hardly ever leaves this stall because she doesn't want to. It's her choice," he tells me. To this I want to tell him "Bullshit" but I keep my mouth closed.

"You see, as you probably well know, the act of pumping milk can be rather uncomfortable for the subject, leaving the nipples sore and raw. Our current formula modifies pain receptors as you can see with Bessie here. So instead of sore nipples and discomfort...she feels pleasure. And you should see her reaction during breeding sessions," he reveals.

"You're lying," I say at once, thinking that there's no way this could be true. That's far too advanced. I mean, that's SciFi level. But he laughs at my comment. And I know why he laughs too, because we both know it's not a lie. I can see on her face that she's in a great amount of pleasure.

"We are very humane towards our stock. After all, we don't have a product if anything happens to them. Girls like Bessie that refuse to leave the pumping station are still properly cared for. She is always fed and bathed and for several hours a day she is disconnected if she wants it or not so she can rest. Like I said, this is her choice. At any time she wants to be disconnected she can be, not that it has happened," he informs me, as if this makes him a saint for treating them so good.

"You are just keeping her drugged up and docile," I fire back as I can't believe someone so strong has been reduced to this. The farmer doesn't reply to this. In fact, he looks like he's considering something.

He then leans over the lower wall of Cindy's stall. I was for sure he was going to do some painful physical blow but instead he grabs the suction cups from her breasts and removes them. It's clear he has experience at this because they instantly come off instead of pulling or tugging on the nipple.

"N-N-NO!" Cindy suddenly cries out as she seems to wake up. Now she seems to come back to life as she wiggles in her locked rig to which she can't move.

"Put them back! Put them back now," Cindy demands. The farmer looks at me with a very smug look. I don't look at him as I look at Cindy, not believing what she's become.

"C-Cindy!" I say, desperate to get her attention. "It's me! Blanca!" I say trying and get her to look at me. But she doesn't even turn to look at me. Her focus is on the farmer and she pleads with him.

"I will put them back but first...tell the new cow what you are and what you want," the farmer tells her in a fatherly tone, as if getting his wayward daughter to speak correctly.

"I'm a fuck-cow named Bessie, made to pump out milk, be fucked and make babies. And I want the pumps back on my fat udders," Cindy says looking directly at me without even skipping a beat. The way she says this is as if she's said it many times before.

"Shake your udders and I will," the farmer orders, showing his cruelty again. Again, without missing a beat she makes her breasts jiggle then swing in circles as she moves the little bit that she can in the rig. She does it with so much energy, really trying to please him by being a good girl.

My mouth drops open as I see Cindy is truly gone. If she does know who I am, she doesn't care. She doesn't care about what might have happened to me. All she wants is to feel that sexual pleasure. This place broke the toughest female I know...so what chance do I have?

The farmer places both pumps back on to which she moans loudly. After a few moments her eyes begin to roll back again and her body bucks, showing that she truly does love the feeling. Her moans become high pitched as she must be climaxing in front of us, just like I did.

I keep looking at her, that helpless humiliating feeling returning full force, making me have to try and push down another orgasm. Never before have I been so scared as I don't want that to happen to me, yet some part of me wants desperately to feel what that must feel like. She's basically in a state of sexual bliss. That isn't too bad, is it?

Having proved his point the farmer starts to walk away again. I take one last look at Cindy, then begin to take my small steps to follow behind him, the clanking of the chains echoing some. I walk past stall after stall, each with a woman strapped inside. Overall there has to be at least 3 dozen of them.

"As you heard Bessy say, if you are asked what you are, you are to say you are a "fuck-cow," and that you are here to produce milk and to be used for breeding," the farmer informs me as we walk. As he says this, I picture him doing this to some poor victim, only the girl he proves his point with...is me.

We walk out of the stables and further down the path. As we walk in silence, there is one question I desperately want answered; where did all the women come from? I want to say that all have been kidnaped but I know that can't be. This many people can't go missing. That then makes me wonder a scary thought...did some of them sign up for this life?

We walk towards another large building. It looks much like a barn, just a bit larger. And unlike the other buildings, this one has a small road that intersects it. To the left and right are very similar looking buildings.

"This is where our newest cows are housed to be trained and broken," he tells me pointing at the building we are heading towards. Then he points to the building to the left.

"That is the breeding center," he says and then points to the right building. "That is a care facility. If there's an injury or someone needs service, we tend to them with a full doctoral staff," he explains again acting like this is a normal tour.

He keeps walking and I follow, where we walk to the building he said is for the new recruits. We walk through the very large open doors to find a very odd scene. It's a cross between a farm stable and a porn dungeon. There are stalls which are much larger than the ones Cindy was kept in, but littered on the walls are tons of various BDSM related items, from cuffs to whips to dildos. Inside each stalls sits the same rig that the other girls were connected too, but it also has ropes hanging from the ceiling as well as metal cuffs on the ground.

"Now, what you are going to do is go into your new home here..." the head farmer says, pointing at a corner stall with hay on the ground. I look at it and frown again as I get another flash of that lack of control that arouses me so darkly.

"You will put your feet into the cuffs at the base and then bend over. Someone will be along shortly to educate you into your new life," he states, looking at his cell again. He taps away furiously, caring more about that then the fact he is ruining my life.

"Now, I have a meeting I need to get to. So go, before I have to punish you," he warns without looking at me as he looks at his cell. The way he says is as if he wants me to run to it.

Gulping I turn to face the stall and finally let my arms down. With all that has happened, I didn't notice just how painfully sore they were from having to hold them up for so long. Thankfully I am in great shape, but I know they will be sore tomorrow.

I tell myself this is the perfect time to make a run for it. The guard left at some point so it's just the farmer and I. And if I surprise him, I'm sure I could take him out. But then what? Hide somewhere? I mean, there's no getting past the guards' booth. I guess I could run along the fence and hope there's a secret way out or something.

Oh who am I kidding? If I did run, I would just make it harder for myself because they would "punish" me. There's no hope. The best thing I can do is...what I'm told. And as I think that, fresh tears start because thinking that one thought makes between my legs tingle like it never has before. Some messed up and dark part of me is loving this. Loving being a slave.

Giving up, I start walking towards the small gate of the stall. Trying to have some dignity, I open the gate and walk in, feeling my bare feet on the hay. I try to act a normal person and not a naked woman with her panties on her head.

"Oh, take off the chains. They were never locked. Cowards like you never think to try and remove them," the farmer then calls out. Hearing this makes me pause as I close my eyes. More tears come now as he's right. At no point did I even try to take them off, just like I never tried to escape. But what choice did I?

Trying not to look like the stupid little girl I feel like, I bend over and grab the cuff on my right ankle. Previously when I bent over, I lowered myself by my knees so no one could see my womanhood. But now as there's no hope, I just bend over like a whore, knowing he can see this lewd pose. The cuff snaps open with just a little pressure making me wonder if it would have come off if I had taken too big of a step. I then remove the other cuff.

Still crying, I step up to the evil looking rig. Scared, I put my right foot into the circle cuff that is opened. I'm forced to spread my legs more than I want to make my left foot reach the left cuff. When I do this, I feel how open and spread I am, how my sex will clearly be helpless and open.

In what is the most demoralizing act ever, I begin to bend over into the rig. There's metal and wood bars under that will hold my upper body up, but that doesn't mean much. This is going to be humiliating and uncomfortable. As I bend, I use my hands to guide me down by holding onto the rig. Finally I reach the pipes and planks to hold me up. My breasts go through a large slot as the planks and pipe are spaced an even ways apart. I'm completely bent over now, in something of a L shape if it was on the side.

I lift up after a few quiet moments as I wonder what the farmer is about to do now. That's when I find that he's gone. He just left. I don't know why but that makes me upset. Then it hits me why. I...I think I wanted him to violate me. That for some reason that felt like the natural conclusion.

Stunned, I lower back down into the rig. When I do, I notice there are pipes on either side of my head sticking up. This prevents me from turning my head so I'm forced to look forward.

"Alright cow, stay put and don't say a fucking word, you got me?" a very country accented person demands. Moving my eyes, I spot two men moving into the stall. Farmhands for sure.

"L-L-L-Look, I'm a farmhand too, on my farm..." I begin, hoping against hope I could persuade one of them to help me. Each grab one of my arms and painfully force it back behind my back, making me cry out. A moment later, I feel some sort of rope-cuffs being slide over my wrists. These rope-cuffs are then tightened, making it so I can't move my hands from behind my back.

"...I'll never tell if you help me. And I have money, lots of it," I keep on, trying to find the magic words to reach them. Now one of them fixes a bar on the rig right over my lower back. It snaps into place and then another bar is put into place, this one over my upper back. I try to stand but find the bars blocks me. There's no chance of me standing up or moving my arms now.

"Please!" I then yell as they don't say anything but move about. Now I feel the cuffs on my ankles get locked into place. Then one of them moves in front of me and pulls at the panties on my face so my mouth is fully exposed. Then he grabs my chin/face with his rough hand.

"Fucking told you to be quiet," he growls and then something metal is placed in my mouth. I protest as he forces it inside, but his hold on my face is extremely tight and painful. It takes him only a few seconds to get the object fully in, which is a ring gag to keep my mouth open.

I cry all over again as I finally feel the trouble I am in. I'm now gagged, naked and helpless in this rig, like all the other girls. But I know the real reason I'm crying. It is in part because I'm scared out of my mind, but because a part of me likes this. I've spent so much of my life being the strong and kick ass leader, telling others what to do and showing how tough I am. But as I am now helpless and let's face it, submissive, I've never been so aroused.

My crying is interrupted by the other one grabbing and pulling my hair through the other leg hole in my panties. My hair is grabbed, yanked, pulled up, and then twisted around and around as if being braided. I feel him pull a hair tie down on my hair, right to the base of my scalp. Then another and another and another. In the end, they tie the end of my hair into something of a knot. If I didn't know any better, I would think they are trying to make my hair like rope.

My crying turns into sobs as water is dumped over me. One of them must have dumped a bucket of water on me, drenching my naked body. Then another bucket is dumped, only this time over my head, now making the panties stick to my face. Sponges come out next as they start to scrub me down. Only this isn't sexy and teasing washing, but harsh washing as if I was a farm animal. To this I keep crying and crying as I can't do anything about it.

They finally stop as I hear them throw the sponges into a bucket. But then I start to scream, loud. I scream because I feel something press against the one place nothing should ever press again; my ass. The cold metal object presses against the tight hole as I do all I can to keep it out. I even struggle in the rig, even if it is pointless.

Whatever the object is then is forced inside my ass, despite me trying to prevent it. It's shoved inside then pushed deeper and deeper. Oddly the moment it goes in, I stop struggling. I've never had anything inside of that hole and it feels like I thought it would; violating. It's a very powerful emotion and I find that I have to stop struggling otherwise I know I'll cum. So I relax as they violate me. As the object goes in deeper, I begin to groan and moan as that orgasm threatens to burst forth.

My hair is grabbed again and my head yanked back. I feel them doing something to my hair as they pull it. When they finally let go, I try to lower my head back down only to discover what they did...which is attach my hair to what's in my ass. Groaning, I know they put an anal hook in my ass and tied it to my hair. Testing this, I try to lower my head only to feel the hook move deeper in my ass.

The two guys then move in front to look at me. They wear no smirks or anything like that. They show no pride in what they have done to me. No, they look like farmhands, upset with a moody animal that's given them grief.

"Oh shit, get the thing," one of the guys says to the other, having forgotten something. The other guy goes out of my eye sight but then returns...with a full sized mirror. Seeing it, I start to shake my head NO.

"Please..." I beg, but with the gag it comes out as a gargled sound. They position the mirror against the wall so it forces me to look at myself. And as I can't look away, the only thing I can see is myself, not looking anything like myself. My own eyes meet mine, and I feel my soul crushing as well as an orgasm about to break out as I see my panty-covered head strapped into the rig just like anyone would expect a hucow to look..

"Hello gentlemen," a woman says as she enters the barn. The two guys turn to look at her and they both greet her back, only they call her "Doc." As she comes into my eyesight, I notice she is carrying the stereotypical black bag that doctors carry as well as wearing the stereotypical doctor's lab coat.

"That's something you don't see everyday," she comments after stopping to look at me. I move my eyes to look at her, but for some reason I want to look away. Having people see you like this is so humiliating and weird, especially when it is a female.

I don't bother trying to say or do anything to get her to help me. As a woman she would know how horrible this is, but isn't doing anything about it. Plus I know she won't help as she gets a smirk after moving the panties so both of my eyes can see out.