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Breeding Farm

Sue and her husband got into an awful fight. A slight disagreement led
to a shouting match, which led to throwing picture frames, and
ultimately ended up with Sue in tears and wanting out of her marriage
gone bad.


?I?m leaving you. I can?t take this loveless marriage any longer, bye,?
Sue desperately cried to her husband.


Sue, ran out of the house crying and pissed off, got in her car, slammed
the car door behind her, and sped off.


?Thank God we don?t have any kids, that would make it complicated,? Sue
claimed to herself. ?What a jerk. What an ass. Why would he cheat on me?
Don?t I still have it??


Sue does still have it. Sue is a 28 year-old long haired brunette with a
soft sophisticated face ready and willing to take control of and
experiment with her lover in bed. She is an athletic woman active in
physical exercise, giving her a trim yet tone figure. Despite being in
good shape, her breasts remain a full, firm, and a bouncy d-cup with
nipples pink-ripe for sucking. Her narrow waistline gives way to curvy
hips, a meaty ass to grab, and sexy long flexible toned legs.


Ten miles into her drive through the country, only a quarter of the way
to her destination, Sue?s car sputters to a stop. She pulls over, stops
the car, and gets to see what is wrong. Vapor rises from the engine as
she opens the hood. It smells of burned oil and rubber. Sue is somewhat
calm, yet does not know anything about fixing cars. She paces in front
of her car thinking of what to do. Hopefully I remembered the cell
phone, Sue thought as she frantically dug through the suitcase that she
quickly put together on her way out of the house. She was too upset at
her husband and wanted out so quickly that the cell phone was forgotten.


Sue

?Damn! I can?t believe it! Now how am I supposed to get out of here??
Sue looked into the distance and noticed a lighted farm house not more
than three hundred yards away. The time is still before nine pm, so they
should still be awake, she analyzed.


?Thank God, I hope my friend Kathy is home right now so I can call her
to pick me up. Or maybe they could give me a tow, or a couch to sleep on
for the night at least.?


Sue knocked on the door a few times. No one came quickly, so as Sue was
about to knock again a woman opened the door.


?Can I help you miss??


?Yes, please help me. My car broke down just a few hundred yards away
east of here. May I use your phone to call for assistance??


Oh yes, please come in. Have a seat on the couch next to the phone in
the living room. Sue hastily dialed her friend Kathy.


?Hello?? Kathy said.

Hi Kathy, this is Sue. I really need your help right now. My car broke
down, and this nice woman kindly let me in her house to use her phone.
Could you pick me up tonight?


Oh Sue, did you and your husband have another fight?


Yes, it was real bad this time. I?m going to file for divorce.


Good for you dear! But I have a date over right now and would hate to
end it too quickly. Would they let you stay the night? I?ll pick you up
in the morning if that?s alright.


Well, I?ll see, Sue said in a drawn out tone since she really wanted to
be somewhere familiar. Miss, would you have room on your couch tonight?

My girlfriend will pick me up in the morning, if that is ok.


Oh yes the woman said, I will do my best to make you feel at home. Make
yourself comfortable. You?re not the first one to be stranded out in
these parts.


Ok Kathy, I?ll see you tomorrow morning. I am close the corner of county
roads 32 and 4, in the blue house. My car is still on the side of the
road. See you later, bye.

Thank you for letting me into your home for the night, Sue said. Sue
couldn?t help but notice the woman was probably over forty years old yet
fully pregnant. I see you have a bun in the oven.


Oh you can just call me Ingrid. This is the most recent of many. My
husband and I don?t believe in birth control. This is our fifteenth
child. Would you care for a cup of tea to sooth your senses?


Yes, green tea of any kind would be nice if you have it.


You bet we do. I?ll get the kettle going.


Ingrid is starting to show her age because of her multiple pregnancies,
but her beauty still radiates from her face and body. Her long straight
hair is pulled back in a ponytail, obvious full breasts press firmly
against her button down shirt, and her pregnancy seems to give her an
absolute wholeness and sense of well-being. There is something about
her; however, that Sue finds sinister or out of place. Despite the
comfort given by the host, something seems elusive. It is making Sue
slightly uneasy.


As the two women were having conversation in the living room the kettle
whistles. I better attend to our tea. Ingrid walks to the kitchen to
prepare the tea. She flavors it with honey; furthermore, Sue?s cup is
flavored with something very unusual.

Little to Sue?s knowledge, her tea had been drugged to knock her out
cold. After Sue crashed to the couch, Ingrid and her husband carried Sue
out of the house, through their main barn where hundreds of cows were
daily milked, and into a secret barn for their captives. Sue was laid
down into her own stall where she will probably spend most of her
remaining years.


?She has good birthing hips and those tits of hers will feed half a
small town,? Ingrid?s husband said with a smile on his face. ?It?ll be
one lucky black stud who gets to breed her. Ingrid, if you want to
prepare her stall and tattoo her, I?ll hide that car and make
preparations for her friend.?


The next morning Sue very slowly awoke. She felt like she went through a
seizure; therefore, struggled to regain consciousness. As her eyes
opened, her vision was blurred. All she saw was fuzzy white and
unrecognizable shapes. There was also a noise she could not pick out. It
was a constant, low machine-like sound. When she was fully awake Sue
jumped up in surprise of not knowing where she was. She doesn?t recall
what happened. ?I don?t know? repeatedly raced through her head. Sue was
in a small room, about a seven by fifteen feet dimension. There was a
single bed, a toilet with a mirror above it, a treadmill, and a TV in a
ceiling corner.

The wall behind the toilet was a solid white wall, while the rest of the
walls had blinds shielding what lay behind them. Her clothes were
removed and replaced with a bra and short skirt made of Holstein cow
hide. The Holstein hide pattern matched the comforter on her bed as
well. Her neck was fitted with a leather collar, impossible for anyone
but the farmer and his wife to remove. It was fitted with a thumbnail
sized bell in the front and a remote activated electrical immobilizer on
the inside in case she gets physically out of hand.

?What the hell is this? What the fuck!? Sue yelled out. ?I can?t be. I
can?t be?.some sort of prisoner? What do they want??


Then she noticed a marking on her back in the mirror. Sue was surprised
to see it was a number. It read B7296. What the hell Sue thought, this
is just too weird. Curious but afraid to see what was behind the blinds,
Sue decided to open them. What was behind the blinds was a shocking but
true nightmare.

Sue found herself surrounded on all sides by impenetrable glass walls
giving way to hundreds of stalls just like hers. In disbelief, Sue saw a
door to open. On the other side of the door is a strange looking chair.
As Sue walked through the door, she saw every woman using their chair.
They are apparently being milked like cows! Sue is in absolute shock and
horror as these women are being treated like animals.


The women, however, look surprisingly comfortable. The chairs support
the women horizontally, as most of their body weight is being supported
by the shoulders and waist, giving their face a hole to look through
much like a massage table. There are opposable supports for their arms
and legs. The women appear to look as if they were ready to take it
doggy style with their asses jutting out.

Each breast has a suction attached its nipple, pumping the milk free
through a tube leading down the side of the middle walkway. The walkway
bisects the two rows of milking chairs and their respectable stalls
behind them. The milking chairs only have vertical bars separating each
other, so the woman may talk to one another, but are blocked off to the
walkway by another glass wall. But there is another door to the left of
every chair leading into the walkway.


Sue checks the door leading to the walkway. To her belief, it was
locked. ?Great, this will be difficult getting out.?


?There?s no way out new girl,? a very pregnant woman in the milking
chair to the right of her says in a southern accent. ?We looked and
looked for ways year after year. Many tried by themselves and as a team.
It can?t be done, I?m sorry. You?re here for a very long time. Me, I?ve
been here for seventeen years. The only way I know that is they give us
a treadmill that turns on the TV. Yeah, it?s a half-assed way to keep us
in shape and give us something to do, but without it, it can get pretty
boring, especially in the winter. But after a while we all get used to
this place, since we?re actually treated pretty decent. Now-a-days I?d
just rather be here.?


?I can?t believe this place! Where exactly am I?? Why are women here so
pregnant and being milked like cows?


?The farmer or his wife will tell you all about it sweetie pie. I?m sure
they already know you?re awake and will be here shortly. You see, this
whole place is constantly under surveillance.?


It wasn?t five minutes when Ingrid, the farmers wife showed up to inform
Sue of what?s going on. Sue saw her come through the door and down the
walkway. On her way, Ingrid inspected each milking woman?s breast pumps
till she got to Sue. ?Sue, you are now the property of the American
Breast Feeding and Adoption Supply Organization and the US government.

This farm, now in its second generation, has been operating for
fifty-eight years. The mission of ABFAS is to make interracial children
for the many couples in the world who cannot conceive they?re own
children, and for those infants who do not get their daily needs in
human breast milk. But people just don?t willingly give their children
up for adoption and harvest their breast milk, so the ABFAS and the US
government have worked together secretly by employing a limited number
of farms around the country to do the job.

We are given authorization to use whoever necessary to perform our
mission. Every now and then, a worker shows up right at our doorstep,
like you. Others are taken elsewhere, usually those who have nowhere
else to go. I looked at your government file, and if you would have had
your own children we would not have taken you of course. You fit the
bill exclusively, you?re parents have passed away, you?re an only child,
and have no kids.
But I have a husband! I want to get back to him. Please!

?Sue, we already now how bad your marriage is. It?s surprising how much
the government has on file about its citizens. You will find living here
will be fulfilling. The days of work and stress are gone. At your young
age, you will make so many happy couples out there. And you will help
the world?s children, most of them poor, by giving them a head start in
life. Breast milk is in such a high demand, the hungry children of the
world need nutrition.?


Sue just dropped to her knees and started to breakdown. ?I want my own
children with my own husband, not to be impregnated by force,? Sue sobbed.


?I know. You will be given time to adjust to your new home and to make
friends here. Many have been here for thirty years or more. They will
give you support.?


It was then that Ingrid left her and inspected the rest of the milking
women and finally retreated to her house to nurse her children. In a few
more minutes, the women one by one were removing the tubes attached to
their breasts. Some close to Sue greeted her and tried to comfort her.
When the last woman was done, all the doors to the walkway opened at once.

Everyone exited their stall and walked out of the building. Sue exited
as well. Near the end of the walkway, one side had ten doors. Above them
read ?Bull 1?, ?Bull 2?, and so on to ?Bull 10?. The other side had
three doors, one reading ?clinic?, another ?showers?, and the last
?cafeteria?. But the women kept walking forward out the main door which
led outside.

Wow, Sue thought. If we were in the barn then this must be the pasture.
But the pasture for the cows surrounded all sides of the human pasture,
a solid fence protecting the visual from on looking motorists and of
course from the cows as well.

The human pasture was well groomed with mowed grass, different kinds of
broad and tall trees, and various recreations. A large swimming pool and
hot tub was the center of things, while badminton, mini golf, and other
small outdoor sports adjacently took up little space. Benches to sit and
view the birds and squirrels dotted the pasture as well. Curiously, Sue
was perplexed on how happy all these women around her seemed.

Most of them walk freely in the nude, as this little culture years ago
looked down on clothing except on cold days. Still, those that have had
more children usually wear the cow hide bra for the breast support. The
new arrivals typically wear all they can for the first few weeks of life
at the farm, and Sue is no exception.


The women, now numbering 397 with Sue?s arrival, dot all over the forty
acre pasture, hid perfectly from the publics view. The cows and steers
pastures, and cropland on the other side cover the rest of the 400 acre
farm. No one would know where to find these missing women.


Being the new girl Sue was now the center of attention. Every woman went
to greet her. She didn?t remember much for names, but was again amazed
at their contentment. The women invited her to tan in the nice sun and
go for a swim, as it was late morning in the heat of summer. The women
around her conversed much like any of her other girlfriends.

Sue was happy to meet a few nice friends already and learn all about
each other. Mostly they gave her an overview of life at the ?milking
barn?. Sue was told there are ten black men, or ?black bulls? as they
call them. They do all the impregnating of the women here and do it
well. Sue was told of their large equipment and stamina, and that they
treat all the women with dignity and respect.


?Well that?s good, but I?m not letting them get onto me,? Sue said.


One of the 10 black bulls

Some of them giggled, knowing Sue had no choice in the matter and will
probably beg for her turn. The women around Sue continue to converse
back and forth about life at the farm.


?They can walk freely between their stall and the pasture, unlike the
women, who are destined to go back and forth between the barn and
pasture for milking duties.?


?Some women at first find getting milked to be achy, even painful; their
breasts not used to getting pumped. But that is only for the remote few
and only after their first pregnancy. After a week their nipples and
breasts get used to it and become milk machines. After their first child
many women are lactating nonstop right off the bat.? Sue is told they
are required to consume a large quantity of water and swallow
nutritional pills to keep their production and quality high.

?And if your production drops a bit, they don?t let you out in the
pasture until you drink more water. We are milked for a half hour at a
time. It remains constant everyday, seven and ten thirty AM, as well as
two, five thirty, and nine PM. For two and a half hours a day our boobs
are getting milked!?


?And you know when it?s getting close to milking time too. The boobs
feel full and tight, even achy. We have to get milked every three hours
or it hurts. We jump on that chair as soon as we wake up. And it feels
so good when those pumps are sucking us dry. In fact, most of us find it
erotically stimulating.?

?Oh yeah, especially since they installed the vibrators into our milking
chairs. If we feel a little horny, none of us get shy about plugging in
the vibrator while we?re getting are boobs sucked.?


?Sometimes it sounds like an orgy going on in the barn.?


?Why do some of the women here have a red stain covering their asses?
Sue asks.


?Oh they started doing that a few years ago when the amount of us
rapidly increased. When there were less of us, the bulls were told the
tattooed number of the woman ready to breed, and he would easily find
her number amongst us all in the pasture. With much more of us now the
farmers stain our asses red for easy detection. When a bull finds a red
stain he then confirms if the number is correct, because each bull is
only allowed the women who have his assigned numbers.?

?So right now, a bull can have my number and try to breed me?? asks Sue.

?Not yet cause you are new here. You will be given time to adjust to
this place.?

?They know you?re stressed out and wouldn?t let one of the bulls screw
you anyways. Oh, by the way, here?s one of our resident bulls coming
this way.?
Sue looked over her shoulder to find a handsome black male not one
hundred feet away walk closer to the pool where she was sitting.

He was totally naked, but appeared tall and very muscular. He had a
beard, yet still in his physical prime. As he walked closer, his cock
looked very big.

All the naked women surrounding him jiggled their breasts to him which
forced his blood to flow into his massive length. It appeared almost
half erect, veins, pointing to his left, and his large black ball sack
swayed with each stride of his pace. The bulbous black head of his cock
envelopes the on looking women, and his grapefruit-sized testicular sack
never ceases to amaze them. Sue could not keep her eyes off him as he
stepped pleasantly into the pool.


?He just finished a breeding,? Sue?s pool mate whispered. ?This one
usually always comes in for a dip for a half hour before looking for his
next female to breed.?


Sure enough, in about a half hour the large bull left the pool. Sue got
up to see what he was up to. The bull stopped to check every red ass
that he came across. One of every ten women is red stained, which leaves
about forty women in the entire ?herd?.

The ten males then get to breed about four women a day, as many times as
they can. To make it easier for the bulls, women adorning a red stain
shall not sit for an extending time in the pasture. Lying down on
stomachs or walking is insisted. The bull Sue followed found his next
female sunning herself in the grassy pasture. She was obviously relaxed
and looked up at the bull when she heard him walk toward her.


Sue stood back, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. She is quite
young, but had been a breeding female here for a few years now and
followed her suitor to the shade. The female knew her place in life
here, wearing nothing since her younger breasts have not drooped too much.

The bull led her to the shade, laid her on her back and proceeded to eat
out her pussy. Sue could not deny that this woman gladly accepted this
guy and soon loved every minute of his tongue tantalizing her mound.
Within minutes Sue easily heard the uncontrollable moaning and screaming
of this woman?s climax. After her orgasm the bull turned her over to all
fours. He gave himself a few strokes with his hand to firm up his member
before mounting his female.


The bull?s purple black head found its entrance, gently sliding a couple
inches forward. From there the bull got into proper position and slowly
entered the female. The bull continued the slow shallow thrusts for a
few minutes until the female started to moan.


The Pool

Sue was still quite in shock but couldn?t take her eyes off this
spectacle. Everyone around her didn?t pay much attention to the mating
as this is common place here at the pasture. The mating female really
started to squirm. Her heightened arousal only allowed the bulls cock to
penetrate her even further. Still thrusting slowly, the bull gradually
forced open the female?s birth canal. Each stroke brought him deep
within her.

The woman moaned louder wanting every inch of her bulls black cock to
please her. When the bull accessed her fully, the head of his cock
staring straight at her cervix, he gradually quickened his pace. She
writhed in delight, enjoying the sensation of her pussy being filled
again and again by such a large cock. The bull knew his female was about
to come any second, so he frantically pounded his cock into her to bring
his own climax closer.

The female couldn?t stand it any longer and her body shuddered all over
with orgasm. Her pussy involuntarily contracted around her bulls cock.
The slick wetness and tightness of her pussy was too much for him. Sue
noticed his balls clench and body tighten as he gave one long deep
stroke with a pause.

The bull emptied streams of sperm enriched semen into the depths of her
canal. Coated with semen, her cervix was splashed with wave after wave
of his hot jizz, forcibly soaking it up into her womb through her
pussy?s contractions. They were both spent; the bull regained himself
and stroked his prize until he went limp.


After he left the female remained content remaining doggy style with her
ass in the air for a while. The male turned and looked at Sue. She
turned away from him immediately and began to walk back to the pool. At
her return she found two more males for a swim. She rested on one of the
many lawn chairs. In a couple minutes the same male came back to the
pool. As they caught eyes he winked at her, knowing someday he?ll get
his turn with this newcomer.

A bell rang, sounding like a loud cowbell. It is heard all over the
pasture. ?Must be ten thirty, my boobs can sure feel it,? the woman next
to Sue said.

All of the near four hundred women walk briskly back into the milking
barn. All the tiny bells on their collars rang with each of their steps,
sounding like a herd of milking cows on the move. She followed of
course, not knowing where else to go, and besides, she did not trust
those males at all despite their good reputation. All the women happily
got onto their milking chairs. After they push a button the chair tilts
them from vertical to horizontal. Each woman can attach their own
milking pumps to their breasts.

The hornier ladies flip a switch, and the vibrating dildo assumes its
position and starts humming away in their pussies. When every woman has
their pumps attached, the milking machine is turned on either by the
farmer, his wife, or his children from the control room from their house.

Sue relaxes on her bed for a while as the milking resumes among the rest
of the women. She can not milk yet of course. First she will have to
bear a child before she could join the rest of her female community. In
total boredom Sue gets on her treadmill, still wearing her cowhide bra
and skirt, and the TV automatically turns on. Its just one of those dumb
shows with real life people with major problems are the show. This show
features a wife accusing her husband of cheating. As she?s running on
her treadmill, Sue is taken back to her life. She thinks on what an
asshole her husband is and glad she?s away from him. Then she gets a
thought in her head.


Sue stops jogging to lean on her knees. ?Kathy. Oh shit. Kathy please,
don?t go to the house. They?re going to take you too. Oh please Kathy,
be careful.? Sue is very worried about her friend. Thoughts in her mind
race;

she could already be captured.

Kathy?s good with directions, the only hope is she doesn?t find the car
and moves on. Sue can?t get the thought of her friend?s capture out of
her head. But Kathy will not be so lucky. Kathy did not find Sue?s car,
but she did find the house she directed her to. Ingrid invited the
twenty-seven year old busty beauty inside. Ingrid told Kathy a totally
false story about Sue and gave her tea. Kathy accepted the tea and was
quickly out like a light. The breeding farm population of females was
now three hundred ninety eight.


Sue was now following the daily schedules of the rest of the women.
After the current milking there was another three hours in the pasture.
Sue saw a couple more breeding acts in the distance, and before she knew
it the cow bell rang again. Must be lunch, she thought since she was
very hungry and didn?t wake up till after breakfast.

The women all proceeded back into the barn but walked across it through
a door on the opposite wall. On the other side was the cafeteria. It was
very large with tables in rows. A catering business is employed full
time here, sworn to uphold the secrecy of this operation to the
government. One by one each female got their lunch. She was impressed
with the efficiency of this place. During lunch her friend Kathy, still
unconscious, was carried to her new stall and tattooed with a number.


There was some pasture time left before milking resumed, so Sue decided
to use this time to explore the entire pasture. During her walk alone
she met all ten of the males. They asked her questions of where she was
from, so they seemed very friendly. She couldn?t help but notice their
glistening black cocks protruding, slicked with other women?s pussy
juices and their cum.

Looking at this new piece of flesh most of them supported half chubs,
making Sue blush and nervous. All of them didn?t chat too long as they
were mandated to breed their females as much as they could. They are
very laid back; their only problem in life is finding their red-stained
females among the herd. Sue observed the pasture is a nice green
spacious environment. There is shade, sunshine, space to walk and rest,
and the pool and hot tub are really nice. ?Would be nice if they had
books for us to read though,? she said to herself.


The bell rang again and all walked back to the milking barn. On her way
through the walkway Sue saw a woman in a stall sleeping. Sue stopped
with tears on her face. ?Kathy! No!? Sue was breaking down again in
agony of her captured friend. Kathy did not hear a thing, still knocked
out cold from the drug. Sue slowly walked back to her stall, the door
automatically locking at its closure. She went to her bed and wept for a
while; the milking women next to her felt for her, remembering being in
her shoes; however, knowing she would soon acclimate, fully accept the
farm, and even like life here.

Sue found Kathy after supper in the pasture. They greeted each other
with tears and a big hug. They told each other their stories about how
they ended up here and caught up with other things in life. They were
glad to have each other and thought maybe they could work together to
get out. In all it was a tough emotional first day for the both of them.


On day two, Sue and Kathy are called in one at a time for a clinical
exam. Ingrid, wearing a hot revealing nurse uniform unlocks Sue?s stall
and asks her to follow her to the clinical room. Before she was able to
take a seat Ingrid politely asked her to take off her bra and skirt. She
does so resiliently and takes a seat on the examination chair. It is a
chair designed for giving birth and gynecological testing, spreading the
woman?s legs while giving good support for the rest of the body.


?Sue, I am a doctor of gynecology and maternity. I oversee the health
and well being of all the women here. I just need to perform some basic
tests.?
?What are you testing for??


?I will do a routine physical, a pap smear, breast exam, and I?ll be
testing you for all types of STD?s. I?ll take your blood for a DNA
analysis and I?ll need to do a urine test. Have you been on birth
control in the last six months??

?Yes, until I got here.?


?Smoke??


?No.?


?Ok.? Ingrid jotted jotting information on Sue?s new clinical data
folder then started the physical. ?You will quickly regain your
ovulation. Even so, we give our new women time to adjust to life here
before we breed them. Typically we give them a full month?s time plus
half ways into their second menstrual cycle here, so at least a month
and a half. By then women have become more comfortable, have met our
resident bulls, and actually can?t wait for their turn with them.?


Sue had trouble processing all this as Ingrid examined her, but now knew
these people are kind and sincere. When Sue was finished Kathy?s door
opened for her turn. Her exam followed much in the same way.

It continued to be difficult for the two of them to accept their new
home for a couple weeks. However, time heals and they did not miss much
of the outside world except for shopping. Sue was glad to be away from
her husband and Kathy didn?t even have a boyfriend or much for family
either.

They wonder if anyone is even looking for them. Day by day they cheered
up a little more, giving each other support. They found their little
stalls to be cozy, since each female was given a small set of choices of
how they could interiorly decorate. They made great friendships with the
females in the adjacent stalls, and started to have fun in the pasture
taking up a few light sports and relaxing to their hearts content. To
their delight the ABFAS organization receives donated books for the
women?s endless spare time.

Eventually feeling out of the loop wearing their cowhide outfit, both
Sue and Kathy shed their tops and bottoms to fit in with the larger
herd. Soon they loved the feeling of being free and living life in pure
human form, not ashamed of it at all. They caught more gazes from bulls
passing by and felt sexier and even more feminine.


Sue and Kathy got used to the bountiful moaning orgasms in the milking
barn and the breeding acts occurring within the pasture at all times.
This ingrained sex into their minds almost all day long. Combined with
the fact that both of them stopped their birth control Sue and Kathy
started to crave hot animalistic sex. They started to masturbate
themselves to sleep every night to get the visions of the daily sex acts
they witness out of their head. Everyday the both of them can?t help but
watch a new fertile female take in one of those shafts and grunt to a
climax.


Mo.........!

Despite being really horny and more comfortable in their new home and
being part of the herd, Sue and Kathy have been at the farm for over a
month and each been through a period. They knew their time for breeding
was close at hand. One morning after a milking and breakfast, Sue was
called into the clinic. Ingrid asked Sue how life was going.

She gave her a modest reply, not wanting her captor to thing she
actually was starting to like it here.


Ingrid smiled, ?Your tests went very well. You are very healthy and in
your fertile prime. Don?t worry, we wont breed you until the end of your
days. You?ll be finished around the age forty-five, depending on your
fitness. And from then on you?ll only be given milking duties until we
retire you. You are an excellent addition to the breeding farm, as well
as your friend Kathy. Her breasts will feed many needy infants. Ok Sue,
turn around and bend over, it?s time.?


Ingrid got a brush and stain application resin our from the bottom
cabinet underneath the sink. Sue did as she was told, knowing it was
futile to resist. Partly though, Sue deeply wanted her male to see her
red ass and take her for himself. In mixed emotions she felt the cool
wet stain being applied to her ass. It dripped slightly down her leg but
didn?t take long to dry. ?Just hold on a minute dear, I have two more
coats to do. Our males have to be able to really see you from a ways away.?

Sue willingly accepted the coats of red stain. ?There, as red a cherry.
It?ll be a lucky bull who gets your number first. They always hope to be
the first one to impregnate a new female. The color lasts for a week so
it will need to be reapplied. If you?re pregnant after two weeks then
your daily copulations stop, but if not your ass will be red until you
are. Oh and tell Kathy she can come in to the clinic room now. It?s her
turn. Thanks.?
Sue stood up, feeling her ass to see if the stain was dry, which it was.
Then she left for the pasture. Sue walked over to the pool and found
Kathy. ?It?s your turn Kathy.?


Being interrupted from her sunbathing, Kathy turned to Sue squinting to
the bright sunshine in her eyes. ?What do you mean?? Sue turned around
to show her ass to her friend. ?Oh my god, Sue, oh my god. We?ve already
been here for this long??


Sue just half smiled to her friend and said, ?Nothing. We might as well
accept this place as our home.? She paused and Kathy just looked at her.
?She?s waiting for you. You should get to the clinic room before your
collar gets zapped.?

?Your right. I?ll see you in a little bit. Later.? Kathy got her naked
body up and walking to the milking barn clinic. The ladies nearby just
smiled at the two nervous women, knowing they will submit to the bulls will.


Sue is in a minor state of shock so she decided for a slow walk by
herself, her stained ass visible all the way across the pasture. She
grew uneasy knowing her bull could find her in any second. She took
comfort walking under the shade of the large oak trees bustling with the
sounds of birds and squirrels, her bare feet feeling the coolness of the
shaded ground. From there she walked to the pasture fence. As a good
barrier as it is, the fence has small spaces between the wood boards to
look through.

The cows pasture on the other side spaced out for another hundred yards
to the county highway. Watching the cows graze and the occasional car
pass by, Sue placed her hands on the fence still missing the life
outside a little. She pondered where she would be; divorced, single, and
probably living in a claustrophobic apartment; maybe life really is
better here.

Footsteps slowly approached Sue. When she sensed them she quickly turned
her head around to see who it was. It was the first male she saw here,
her first breeding act she witnessed. She saw his hardening black
manhood and turned to the fence. The muscular black bull slowly stepped
up behind her, his erection pressing between the crack of her ass. He
put his arms on her hips and started breathing down her neck, whispering
how sexy she is and other sweet talk into her ears.

His hands started to caress her hips, arms, waist, stomach, and up to
her shoulders, lightly massaging them.



Calming down to a relaxed state, Sue was enjoying this attention. It?s
been so long since she has felt the touch of a man. Part of her said no,
she could not let these people make a baby and milk machine out of her.
But her body was slowly turning on. The bull knew this is her first time
at the breeding farm, so he proceeded with caution, patience, and to his
best expertise. In a few minutes his hands ran down the center of her
chest, grazing her sternum, yet teasing her breasts.

She was too busy with thoughts running through her head to know her
nipples responded by hardening to the bulls? soft touch. Seeing this
over her should he went further by gently caressing and squeezing her
firm d-cup tits. She started to shudder and breath heavier, now yearning
for more of his touch. The bull varied his time around her upper body,
going back and forth between a shoulder massage, caressing her breasts,
and even stroking her hair. This kind of attention showed to her she
could trust this attractive well hung black male give into her pleasure.


But Sue remained staring outside the fence and now breathing quite
heavily. Each passing second made it tougher to resist. Turning around
to face her bull, unable to withdraw from the erotic sensations any
longer, she gave him a deep passionate French kiss. He returned the kiss
and laid her down on her back to begin his routine.

A few minutes side by side making out gave way to the bull going down on
his female. His hands ran up and down her smooth shaven legs. Warm
breathing on her outer lips and hands on her inner thighs got her sex
juices tingling. The bull lightly spread open and rubbed her vaginal
lips. Sue could not believe she was letting this happen but the feeling
is so good she didn?t want it to stop. His warm tongue pressed against
her mound and gave a slow firm lick up her engorged slit. Lick after
lick on her pussy and the squeezing of her tits started to drive her
nuts. Uncontrollable rapid breathing pursued.

She lied on the grass in awe as this hot guy was about to lick her to
orgasm. Before she knew it her back arched and her body shuddered as a
wave of ecstasy went through her body.


The bull let his new cow regain her composure for a couple minutes
before helping her to a doggy style position. Facing the fence, Sue?s
red ass was in the air for anyone to see, her jugs hanging from her
chest half ways to the ground. Her breeding bull assumed position behind
her, stroking his cock to its fullest length. She could not bear to look
behind her and witness being mounted; still partly denying the fact her
pussy is hungry for cock. The bull spread her lips apart with his hand
to give access to his ten-inch hard on. The straining blood-filled head
of his black cock now looked eye to eye with her entrance.

Looking out through a seam in the fence Sue was in disbelief; her
husbands? car drove along down the highway. Mooing softly at her
husbands? car, but unable to do more since this breeding bull was just
mounting her. She subsequently mooed to the pressure in her opening as
her bull gave a short thrust, having never taken on a cock close to this
size.

Her husband?s car passed out of view. All hope of him finding her truly
now is over. It is this moment when she finally let go and craved to
have this giant black cock fill her pussy.


Each thrust opened Sue up a little more. The heat and wetness in her
pussy slicked the bulls black cock for easy passing. She now imagined
the sight of how far her pussy was getting stretched by this bull gone
mad with lust. When he reached her full depth he stopped to stare down
at the amazing sight of his cock engulfed in this hot tight snatch. Most
of the cows here have had many babies? and breeding, so their pussies
are quite stretched.


It?s nice to get a tight heifer like this every now and then.
The bull started again with full slow strokes to please his cow. Pulling
it out to where his head resting between her pussy lips and then
stroking all the way to her deepest depth. Sue felt stretched to the
limit as his cock filled up her pussy like no other has done before. She
relished the feeling of being entered by such a tree trunk of a cock.
Gradually her breeding bull quickened his paced, much to her delight.
She again started to coo out loud, being the receiving end of a
pounding. His grapefruit sized ball sac slapped her clit on each thrust
adding to her pleasure. She felt so hot her hands couldn?t support her
weight anymore.

As she moved to her elbows, her tits grazed the blades of grass to the
rhythmic thrusting behind her.


Sue now is close, moaning louder than she ever has before. The entire
pasture could hear, and in fact most were watching. But she didn?t
notice or care. She just wanted this cock to fuck her and make her come,
and yes, she consciously craved his sperm. Now almost over the edge, she
started to get a little kinky.

?How do you like my tight pussy? I dare you to make me come. Come on
bull, harder, harder. Oh?.Oh?..Oh?yeah?that?s it. Oh god?Yes?..Yes?Fuck
me. Are you gonna?oh god?c-cum into me? I want it. Mm, I want you to cum
in me.?
The bull looked possessed. He just grunted while he was busy stroking
his cow away, bring them both near climax.
?Moo. Moo. Do you like that? I?m gonna love being a cow in your herd. Oh
god, that?s it. Oh God.?


Mooing to the best sex and orgasm she?s had in her life, Sue?s body
quivered all over. Her pussy clenched around her bull?s breeding tool,
bringing forth his orgasm. The bull gave a deep stroke as his balls
lifted inside his sac, releasing it?s? arsenal of sperm through his
seminal vessels. Gaining the needed protection of the seminal fluids to
stay alive in the acidic environment of Sue?s pussy, the bulls? sperm
exit his massive sex piston in gushes. The enlarged cock head, deep in
her sex canal, shot rope after rope of hot sticky fluid as it flexed in
orgasm.

Her cervix endured a soaking of multiple splashes of black baby batter.
Never before did Sue actually feel her husbands? semen when he
ejaculated in her, but for the first time she felt a warm feeling all
over inside. The bulls thrusting coated his cock with is ejaculation,
forcing a vast quantity to drip out her pussy.

The combination of their juices easily ran down her legs and covered his
black balls. The still semi-erect the bull continued to thrust slowly
giving her small orgasm aftershocks. The contracting smooth muscles in
her pussy forced the cervix to vibrate in the deposited puddle of sperm
in the deepest depths of her pussy, bringing the bulls sperm into her
fertile womb.
Little to her knowledge, her body had just ovulated. When the mission
crazed sperm find their target, the egg will be under siege from
millions of tiny invaders, which only one survives.


The bull dismounts Sue and pats her on the ass before he walked away for
a dip in the pool. After he left she heard a crowd cheer loud with
clapping and whistling. With her stained ass in the air soaking up her
bull?s semen, she looked behind her and saw nearly the entire herd with
smiles and cheers of acceptance. Kathy was there too, her ass now
stained red and looked like in shock having watched her friend enjoy the
best fuck of her life.


Waiting to be mounted by a bull

When she got up she was congratulated by her herd about how great she
was for her first time. Apparently most women their first time are never
that into it.


?Wow Sue! You must have found something inside you that just came out!?
Kathy said. ?Hey look, guess we?re going to be on the same breeding
schedule for years to come.?


?You?re not going to believe this, but I saw my husband drive by through
the fence just as my bull was pushing into me. It was then that I
totally gave in.?


?You?re kidding!


?Yeah, I wished he could have seen me get screwed by a man twice his size.?


?You?re right you know. I?ll just let my bull have his way with me.
Besides, its? been a long time honey since I?ve had a good long screwing.?


Kathy did get a good long screwing. She ending up getting the biggest
bull the breeding farm has to offer, one with a eleven and a half inch
boner and wrist-size in circumference. She yelped to its massiveness,
but accustomed to its size; loving the sensation of her orgasm pussy
milking the sperm from that cock for all its worth. The herd cheered
Kathy as well by putting on a brave performance. Her pussy remained a
gaping fuck hole for a few hours before relaxing back to normal.

The two friends got bred once more that day, their wombs filled with 
cup of black baby batter. They conceived within hours of their first
breeding. But policy at the breeding farm is cows are bred as much as
possible for two weeks. Only then is a fertility test taken. In the
coming two weeks Sue and Kathy love being bred. Some days their
respective bulls breed them three times.

They orgasm several times a session and couldn?t imagine a smaller cock
anymore. They see all the pregnant women around and start to look
forward to their tummies getting big and round as well, happy they will
be pregnant together. After the two weeks their red stains faded and the
fertility tests tested positive for them both. Weekly exams in the
clinic insured the health of their developing fetuses.

In the following months the two women?s tummies ballooned with healthy
babies and their breasts were showing great milking potential. Ingrid
watched over their births. The new mothers were glad and surprised to
hold and nurse their newborns for the first week. After that the babies
are given away for adoption.


Sue and Kathy finally got to sit on their milking chairs and use their
breast pumping machine. Ingrid helped them attach the tubes for them the
first time. In amazement the two friends loved their milking right away,
relieving their milk-filled breasts of constant pressure. In three
months they are scheduled to be bred again. They can?t wait to try out a
different bull.

Now they are truly a cow of the milking barn herd.
Sue ended up breeding to the old age of forty-nine, birthing one baby
per year adding to twenty-one children. After a couple births her
breasts grew to DD-cups and ranked in the top 50 in milk production at
the farm. Her friend Kathy bred until age forty-four and birthed
seventeen babies.

Her DD breasts grew to an F-cup and ranked in the top ten in milk
production of the breeding and milking farms nationwide. The farm was so
pleased with their cooperative hard work that they were retired with
honors by age fifty-five. The ABFAS and American government takes great
care of its retired cows, giving them a complete ride the rest of their
life, as long as they keep the breeding farm top secret. They spent
their remaining years volunteering as nurse trainees at the farm.


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