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The trials of the milk farm

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thehangingtree

Proconsul
Staff member
I am a damn great looking woman. I don’t share this body with just anyone.
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Why should I? I am a damn good catch- not some pumped-up bitch but with nice tits, fine hips, and a great tight little!
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Imagine my surprise when I receive my notice I have to make a weekly appearance at the Female Milking Farm for a year! Well, it is not just an appearance. They are going to milk my tits!

I go to see my lawyer, W. C. Tree, to demand I am taken off this list
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“Look, I know I have great tits but do I look like a milking cow” I demand.

“Well my dear, it is not always the size that matters” W. C. replies. “But the penalty for not showing up is far worse than being milked. Besides, you might enjoy it. Just do it!”
I am so fucking screwed!

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Ok, I show up. I am told to strip, a collar is locked around my neck, and my hands are cuffed behind my back. I am brought to a milking station. I am no longer a woman- I am a milking cow!
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-Barbara Moore, hugely embarrassed
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Why should I? I am a damn good catch- not some pumped-up bitch but with nice tits, fine hips, and a great tight little!

And I look great in little black dresses ;)

I go to see my lawyer, W. C. Tree, to demand I am taken off this list

Lot of good that was going to do... :confused:

“Well my dear, it is not always the size that matters” W. C. replies. “But the penalty for not showing up is far worse than being milked. Besides, you might enjoy it. Just do it!”

See what I mean? :rolleyes:

I am no longer a woman- I am a milking cow!

If Tree thinks he’s going to get me to say “mooooo”, he’s got another think coming. There are limits to how much I’m willing to be humiliated in his stories! :mad:
 

thehangingtree

Proconsul
Staff member
I show up at the Hucow Milking Facility. I am told to strip, a collar is locked around my neck, and my hands are cuffed behind my back. I am brought to a milking station. I am no longer a woman- I am a milking cow!

Well, fuck it… I am writing a paper about the judicial degradation of women in red states. I might as well find out first hand what it is all about. My neck is locked to a bar and in front of me sits a machine that I have no desire to try but no ability to escape. I kneel straw and wonder if they are really going to do what I hope they don't. In an honest groan I ask “You really aren’t going to use that on me?”
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But of course, they are. Soon cups with suction are attached around my nipples and my breasts are now just udders to be milked.
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I protest “I have not born a child- ever… How do you expect me to produce milk?”

The cowboy in the straw hat asks “Didn’t you read the fine print? You are there until we see your milk flow!”

He turns on the pump and I scream as my nipples are being sucked into the flasks.
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“My god, you are sucking my breasts off” I yell.

“Get over it, Barb. You are a hucow and your udders will live through it” he growls.

Barb Moore, quite uncomfortable
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
I am brought to a milking station. I am no longer a woman- I am a milking cow!

This is really humiliating, Tree! :mad:

I kneel straw and wonder if they are really going to do what I hope they don't. In an honest groan I ask “You really aren’t going to use that on me?”

Please!? :(


I protest “I have not born a child- ever… How do you expect me to produce milk?”

Reasonable but entirely futile plea ... :confused:

The cowboy in the straw hat asks “Didn’t you read the fine print?

He must know me ... :rolleyes:


“My god, you are sucking my breasts off” I yell.

“Get over it, Barb. You are a hucow and your udders will live through it” he growls.

Oh Shit! :facepalm:
 

thehangingtree

Proconsul
Staff member
This torture goes on for hours! The tubes are held on by suction that grows strong with each pulse to draw milk from my breasts. I beg them to let me go. I don’t have any milk to give!

They do not let me go. When the hard suction on one nipple stops it starts on the other side. I cry in pain at the relentless torment screaming that I am a woman, not a cow. There is no concern shown for my pain or feelings.

Finally it stops. The cowboy turns off the machine and pulls the tubes from my breasts. He says “See, we got some on your first visit! You be a fine milk cow.”

Is that a compliment? My tits ache and my nipples are tumescent in a way I have never seen them.
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He takes me from the milking station and chains my collar to the wall. As I massage my tender breasts he say “Don’t worry, it gets easier every time. And you have only 51 sessions left!”
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That is not an encouraging outlook!

-Barb Moore, embarrassed and in pain
 

thehangingtree

Proconsul
Staff member
It is three weeks since my first milking. They told me the milking sessions would become easier as I get used to them, but it is humiliating to have to strip and be locked in the milking station with my hands cuffed behind my back. I wait with dread as man prepares to attach the vacuum tubes to my breasts.
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Today they add to my embarrassment by allowing a reporter from the Crux Forum News channel in to watch me being prepared for and then milked. I am kneeling in straw with a pair of tubes sucking milk from my tits with a video camera filming my bare body and some asshole reporter named ‘Spike’ Sharp interviewing me.
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He seems completely unconcerned by his invasion of my privacy as I am forcibly being milked. He says “The staff informs me you are quite the productive hucow already producing a quart of milk per session.”

“Am I supposed to proud of that fact” I hiss.

“Well, you have productive udders after only three milkings” he says with a smirk on his face.

I growl “Listen you son of a bitch, I am not a cow and these are breasts not udders! I did not grant you permission to interview me or record my bare body.”

“By law for 52 weekends you are a hucow. And as for my permission it came from the milk farm’s manager. That’s all the permission I need. Didn’t you read the fine print of your orders?”

The whole interview was demeaning as he could make it. Couple that with the fact I was videoed naked with my breasts being sucked by the milking machine. This whole hucow thing is ruining my life. First my weekends are ruined by having to go to the ‘dairy’ to have my breasts milked. Second, I have begun lactating during the weeks in between my weekend sessions of being milked which can be embarrassing in my regular life. Finally, my breasts are getting bigger and don’t fit my bras anymore. Do you know how expensive new bras are?
After my fourth session I decide I have had enough. I decide to head north to a safe blue state.

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I think I am safe but the Monday following my missing my fifth session there is a heavy knock on my door. A deep voice yells “OPEN THE DOOR, MOORE! WE ARE THE POLICE!”

Shit how did they find me here? I open the door and stare at four guns pointing at me.
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Quickly I am handcuffed, gagged and led from my house.
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Quite embarrassingly as I stand in the front yard my clothes are ripped from my body as media crews watch from across the street.
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I think I am going to star on tonight’s evening news! I am paraded naked and handcuffed past the media crews so they could get clean shots of my body before being hustled to the police van.
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I think my plan has a dangerous flaw in it!

-Barb Moore, captured hucow
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
After my fourth session I decide I have had enough. I decide to head north to a safe blue state.

After stealing ... I mean borrowing a vehicle from the Tree estate, and touching up my makeup ;)

Shit how did they find me here? I open the door and stare at four guns pointing at me.

Don’t shoot... all I have is a cell phone! :confused:

I think I am going to star on tonight’s evening news! I am paraded naked and handcuffed past the media crews so they could get clean shots of my body before being hustled to the police van.

They didn’t even let me keep my cell phone! :mad:

Hopefully the news show film will be edited for decency. :facepalm:
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
I fear, the cowboy must using these devices next:
What are they for? How are they used?
Well, they were designed for use on cows. And now Barb is a cow (wonder if her sentence will be extended?) The electric shocks are strong to penetrate the thick leather hide of a cow. The effect on Barb's thin skin (evidenced by constant complaints) should be strong.
 
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