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tanuno
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[RalphB] 
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Robbers
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - RobbersOne of the masked men, who had invaded the house of the wealty businessman and his wife in the middle of the night, puts his pistol to the head of the halfnaked and bound man in front of him. Obviously he was the leader of the gang: "DON'T BE A FOOL! TELL US THE CODE! Four fucking numbers for two lives isn't a bad deal!
The kneeling man remained silent while annother of the gang-members placed his foot on the chair under the cruelly bound and noosed woman.
"No? Still no cooperation?" the man with the gun did not allow himself to be disturbed.
"Well, the weekend has begun only a few hours ago. We have lots of time until someone will miss you or your wonderful wife. So better don't expect help from outside. Sooner or later we'll find out the combination of this damned tresor ourselfes. It's only a matter of time and your stupid resistance will not change anything.
Do you really want to waste your live and the one of your beautiful wife for a handfull of bucks?"
Now he even started to grin: "Ha, what I forgot to say: the noose is not tied to break her neck or to interupt the blood-circulation immediately. It's more likely she'll suffocate slowly. Her death will perhaps last several minutes and shurely will be painful before we cut yourself into pieces. What a senseless waste!"
It was obvious that the businessman was fighting with himself after this threatening announcement.
"Come on, tell us the combination! Cooperate and we are gone in less than ten minutes. Stop acting like an idiot and no one gets hurt!"
.... now what will happen? Will the trader give in and tell the combination to the gansters and save himself and his wife? Or will he stay stubborn like a donkey and throw away boths live just for some banknotes and a handfull of jewellery? His injurance will shurely replace it. Or is it just his damned pride ....
The kneeling man remained silent while annother of the gang-members placed his foot on the chair under the cruelly bound and noosed woman.
"No? Still no cooperation?" the man with the gun did not allow himself to be disturbed.
"Well, the weekend has begun only a few hours ago. We have lots of time until someone will miss you or your wonderful wife. So better don't expect help from outside. Sooner or later we'll find out the combination of this damned tresor ourselfes. It's only a matter of time and your stupid resistance will not change anything.
Do you really want to waste your live and the one of your beautiful wife for a handfull of bucks?"
Now he even started to grin: "Ha, what I forgot to say: the noose is not tied to break her neck or to interupt the blood-circulation immediately. It's more likely she'll suffocate slowly. Her death will perhaps last several minutes and shurely will be painful before we cut yourself into pieces. What a senseless waste!"
It was obvious that the businessman was fighting with himself after this threatening announcement.
"Come on, tell us the combination! Cooperate and we are gone in less than ten minutes. Stop acting like an idiot and no one gets hurt!"
.... now what will happen? Will the trader give in and tell the combination to the gansters and save himself and his wife? Or will he stay stubborn like a donkey and throw away boths live just for some banknotes and a handfull of jewellery? His injurance will shurely replace it. Or is it just his damned pride ....
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - The ride of shame
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - The ride of shameIt wasn't for the first time the Dark Imperium has enhanced its territory by force. The insatiable ruler Edwin The Cruel has ambushed and overrun the Realm Of Rising Light with his almost invincible army just a few days before. The monarch and his family were arrested after a bloody battle for the capital.
King Arwen and his wife have been very popular and most residents of the realm hated the Dark Imperium and the Emperor.
But for now Edwin the cruel had all trumps in his hands. He was ruthless, but not stupid and knew very well, that the cards could turn pretty soon. As long the former king was alive, people could revolt and try to free him. So Edward ordered to execute Arwen, his wife Edwiga and some of the most important ministers just one day after their surrender. He only spared the life of Elisabeth - the only daughter of the royal family. She was condemned to be imprisoned for the rest of her life in the dark dungeons of the Dark Imperiums capital. At least she was the only legitim decenant of the royal family and like their parents loved by her folks. So it was the best for the Empire to let her vanish after being used as a deterrent example for everyone who was thinking about a revolution.
After the extermination of rest of the royal family the guards leaded the beautiful princess to the marketplace in the middle of the town. Here she was stripped naked in front of a curious crowd. She tried to cover her private parts as good as she could with her hands, but the guards showed no mercy and tied her up with rough rope. Particular the executer excelled himself by constricting her full breasts in a perverse way, so that they protruded like overripe mellons that were about to burst. The part of the mob who was supporting the Empire roared and applauded. But the vast majority of people who were still loyal to the fallen princess stood around in silence. Many of them even turned away not to stare at the vulnerable, helpless young woman - much to the anger of Edwin. In a first rage he was tempted to order the quards to strike down everyone who does not watch the gruesome drama. But then he remembered, that it was not good to upset the defeated folks even more and tried to ignore the silent protest.
After the poor woman was helpless and almost unable to move, they lifted her on some kind of wooden horse on wheels. Then they secured her in a upright sitting position with even more rope. Elisabeth cried from pain when the narrow upper edge of the horse dug deep into her vulva.
Her two chambermaids - who have also been caught and brought to the market place - were told to pull the wooden pony. The Emperor gave them the promise to set them free when they are cooperative and after they have done what the Emperor expected. Otherwise they would have ended at the gallows. Nevertheless they initially refused to add to the public humiliation of their mistress. Princess Elisabeth became almost unconscious from pain and shame, but she had a good heart and despite her agonizing situation she had not lost her proverbial kindness. She fervently implored her former chambermaids to give up their loyalty and to save their own lifes. She desperately tried to convince them about the futility of their resistance and that it would not change anything. Someone else would pull the horse instead. She pleaded them to save at least their own lifes and to accompany her on her perhaps last journey. Finally the two maids agreed in tears and let themselves harnessed to the strange vehicle.
To prevent the princess from possibly inciting the people to revolt, she was gagged with a huge, primitive ballgag made of cork and leather. And to make the humiliation perfect, the executioner crowned her with a crown of thorns before the procession started to move.
Her painful ride passed through the narrow streets and the towngate. From time to time the executioner beated her with a wip while the mob - still mainly consisting of supporters and members of the Imperium - applauded and cheered frentically.
Finally the procession reached the hills outside the city walls. Here a heavily armored convoy was waiting with a prison cart to bring her over the boarder to the homeland of the Imperials. The princess was released from the wooden horse and thrown into the waiting carriage - with still tied hands and feet and silenced with the gag.
The convoy with the captured princess started to move and soon dissapeared behind the next hill in a thick cloud of dust - leaving the mob and the home of Elisabeth behind. And the emperor had broken his promise. After the prisoner transport was out of sight, the two chambermaids were brought back to the city and had to serve as slaves in his fortress. But at least they were alive!
Sequel follows ..... perhaps ....
King Arwen and his wife have been very popular and most residents of the realm hated the Dark Imperium and the Emperor.
But for now Edwin the cruel had all trumps in his hands. He was ruthless, but not stupid and knew very well, that the cards could turn pretty soon. As long the former king was alive, people could revolt and try to free him. So Edward ordered to execute Arwen, his wife Edwiga and some of the most important ministers just one day after their surrender. He only spared the life of Elisabeth - the only daughter of the royal family. She was condemned to be imprisoned for the rest of her life in the dark dungeons of the Dark Imperiums capital. At least she was the only legitim decenant of the royal family and like their parents loved by her folks. So it was the best for the Empire to let her vanish after being used as a deterrent example for everyone who was thinking about a revolution.
After the extermination of rest of the royal family the guards leaded the beautiful princess to the marketplace in the middle of the town. Here she was stripped naked in front of a curious crowd. She tried to cover her private parts as good as she could with her hands, but the guards showed no mercy and tied her up with rough rope. Particular the executer excelled himself by constricting her full breasts in a perverse way, so that they protruded like overripe mellons that were about to burst. The part of the mob who was supporting the Empire roared and applauded. But the vast majority of people who were still loyal to the fallen princess stood around in silence. Many of them even turned away not to stare at the vulnerable, helpless young woman - much to the anger of Edwin. In a first rage he was tempted to order the quards to strike down everyone who does not watch the gruesome drama. But then he remembered, that it was not good to upset the defeated folks even more and tried to ignore the silent protest.
After the poor woman was helpless and almost unable to move, they lifted her on some kind of wooden horse on wheels. Then they secured her in a upright sitting position with even more rope. Elisabeth cried from pain when the narrow upper edge of the horse dug deep into her vulva.
Her two chambermaids - who have also been caught and brought to the market place - were told to pull the wooden pony. The Emperor gave them the promise to set them free when they are cooperative and after they have done what the Emperor expected. Otherwise they would have ended at the gallows. Nevertheless they initially refused to add to the public humiliation of their mistress. Princess Elisabeth became almost unconscious from pain and shame, but she had a good heart and despite her agonizing situation she had not lost her proverbial kindness. She fervently implored her former chambermaids to give up their loyalty and to save their own lifes. She desperately tried to convince them about the futility of their resistance and that it would not change anything. Someone else would pull the horse instead. She pleaded them to save at least their own lifes and to accompany her on her perhaps last journey. Finally the two maids agreed in tears and let themselves harnessed to the strange vehicle.
To prevent the princess from possibly inciting the people to revolt, she was gagged with a huge, primitive ballgag made of cork and leather. And to make the humiliation perfect, the executioner crowned her with a crown of thorns before the procession started to move.
Her painful ride passed through the narrow streets and the towngate. From time to time the executioner beated her with a wip while the mob - still mainly consisting of supporters and members of the Imperium - applauded and cheered frentically.
Finally the procession reached the hills outside the city walls. Here a heavily armored convoy was waiting with a prison cart to bring her over the boarder to the homeland of the Imperials. The princess was released from the wooden horse and thrown into the waiting carriage - with still tied hands and feet and silenced with the gag.
The convoy with the captured princess started to move and soon dissapeared behind the next hill in a thick cloud of dust - leaving the mob and the home of Elisabeth behind. And the emperor had broken his promise. After the prisoner transport was out of sight, the two chambermaids were brought back to the city and had to serve as slaves in his fortress. But at least they were alive!
Sequel follows ..... perhaps ....
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Hitman
Damn, hadn't thought, that someone cleans up the rooms that aren't currently rent.
Sorry, my dear - but I can't let you go! I'm on a mission and I can't allow someone to stop me. This bloody dictator must die in the name of revolution!
You want to live? Well, then better keep calm and pray, that I'll be sucessful! When this bastard is dead, maybe you'll become an important part of a better future - a new age of peace and freedom.
Otherwise you may be a dangerous witness, who'll perhaps reveals me to the blind followers of this cruel dictatorship ....
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - HitmanDamn, hadn't thought, that someone cleans up the rooms that aren't currently rent.
Sorry, my dear - but I can't let you go! I'm on a mission and I can't allow someone to stop me. This bloody dictator must die in the name of revolution!
You want to live? Well, then better keep calm and pray, that I'll be sucessful! When this bastard is dead, maybe you'll become an important part of a better future - a new age of peace and freedom.
Otherwise you may be a dangerous witness, who'll perhaps reveals me to the blind followers of this cruel dictatorship ....
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - The clumsy milkmaid
Some have to learn it the hard way .....
Clumsy thing! You've spilled the milk for the calves. There is no more left today as the rest of the production is already sold. Stupid cow - I'll teach you a lesson to be more careful in future. The calves are still hungry and need a replacement for their mother-milk! And what role could you play better than a .... cow!
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - The clumsy milkmaidSome have to learn it the hard way .....
Clumsy thing! You've spilled the milk for the calves. There is no more left today as the rest of the production is already sold. Stupid cow - I'll teach you a lesson to be more careful in future. The calves are still hungry and need a replacement for their mother-milk! And what role could you play better than a .... cow!
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Escape-room callenge
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Escape-room callengeOk girls! Now you are ready for our newest escape-room challenge. Just in case you wonder that you had to take off your street clothes - it's just to keep things fair and to prevent you from cheating. The whole thing wouldn't be half as fun if you were using any illicit tools you may have smuggled in here under your dresses. All you need is on the stool! A box knive and the key for the door should be enough.
At your last visit you complained badly that it was much to easy and not really challenging. Well, we are taking complains of our customers very serious and worked hard to bring you the ultimate experience.
Now what's so special this time, as it looks not much complicated. Indeed it is simple and straight forward. No hidden switches, no secret trapdoors, even no stupid puzzles that you solve within a few seconds anyway, like last time. But don't be fooled, there are two things you should know. First we have added a very special and incredibly thrilling element - I'm shure you will love it! The nooses around your neck are connected with an electrical winch, which is controlled by the clock on the wall behind you. It will automatically be activated right that moment when your time to escape has expired. It will rise you slowly until your feet are about 6 inch above the ground. In short - you will be hanged. And the second not less interesting fact is that I got an award as "Best rigger of the year" at the annual Bondage Olympics just a few week ago. My special disciplin was "Inescapable bondage".
Ok now - let the show begin! You already know the process. As always one hour and forty-five minutes to get out of here. Time runs since now. If you don't manage to free yourself and report to the exit, I'll come here ten minutes later and let you out. An now have fun and good luck!
At your last visit you complained badly that it was much to easy and not really challenging. Well, we are taking complains of our customers very serious and worked hard to bring you the ultimate experience.
Now what's so special this time, as it looks not much complicated. Indeed it is simple and straight forward. No hidden switches, no secret trapdoors, even no stupid puzzles that you solve within a few seconds anyway, like last time. But don't be fooled, there are two things you should know. First we have added a very special and incredibly thrilling element - I'm shure you will love it! The nooses around your neck are connected with an electrical winch, which is controlled by the clock on the wall behind you. It will automatically be activated right that moment when your time to escape has expired. It will rise you slowly until your feet are about 6 inch above the ground. In short - you will be hanged. And the second not less interesting fact is that I got an award as "Best rigger of the year" at the annual Bondage Olympics just a few week ago. My special disciplin was "Inescapable bondage".
Ok now - let the show begin! You already know the process. As always one hour and forty-five minutes to get out of here. Time runs since now. If you don't manage to free yourself and report to the exit, I'll come here ten minutes later and let you out. An now have fun and good luck!
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - The Confession
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - The Confession"You want to end your pain? You want us to leave you alone? Well, it's such easy! Just sign this paper and tell us the names of the conspirators!"
The sharp voice of one of her masked torturers echoed through the cold and uncomfortable room.
Rosaleen had no idea what the stranger was speaking about. She had heard the rumors about a conspiration against the regime and a possible revolution. Even she was not really a fan of the dictator and his henchmen, she never had been a member of the opposition. And certainly she had any knowledge about what was going on in secret.
The other man operated the switch of the generator once more for a few seconds. Rosaleen cried out in agony when a new shockwave of pain ran through her body. Maybe if she had some useful information she would have given it to the torturers just to end the pain, but she neither knew any people being part of this conspiration nor any knowledge what was planned. Maybe she should have signed the confession without giving any name, but she had a bad premonition, how the end of her pain would look like if she does it.
Annother surge of electricity made her body twitch wildly and uncontrollably and she cried in agony, when suddenly the door to the interrogation room was slammed open. A soldier rushed into the room - stumbling, breathless.
"Quick, you must come to the commander! The headquarter is under attack .... artillery and machine guns .... they stormed the outer wall!" he tilted forward and fell to the floor. Blood ran out of a big wound in his back.
The sharp voice of one of her masked torturers echoed through the cold and uncomfortable room.
Rosaleen had no idea what the stranger was speaking about. She had heard the rumors about a conspiration against the regime and a possible revolution. Even she was not really a fan of the dictator and his henchmen, she never had been a member of the opposition. And certainly she had any knowledge about what was going on in secret.
The other man operated the switch of the generator once more for a few seconds. Rosaleen cried out in agony when a new shockwave of pain ran through her body. Maybe if she had some useful information she would have given it to the torturers just to end the pain, but she neither knew any people being part of this conspiration nor any knowledge what was planned. Maybe she should have signed the confession without giving any name, but she had a bad premonition, how the end of her pain would look like if she does it.
Annother surge of electricity made her body twitch wildly and uncontrollably and she cried in agony, when suddenly the door to the interrogation room was slammed open. A soldier rushed into the room - stumbling, breathless.
"Quick, you must come to the commander! The headquarter is under attack .... artillery and machine guns .... they stormed the outer wall!" he tilted forward and fell to the floor. Blood ran out of a big wound in his back.
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Fun-fair attraction
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Fun-fair attraction"WHAT SHALL WE DO NEXT? What about this - THE PLIERS!!!! DO YOU WANT TO SEE THEM AT HER TITS???" The guy who was clothed like a hangman cried into the crowd like a barker.
"YEEEH, THE PLIERS! TEAR OFF HER NIPPLES" ... "PLIERS - PLIERS - PlIERS ..." almost a dozend obviously drunk men bawled enthusiastically, while a smaller group of inhabitans protested with caution. However the vast majority stood there silently and watched the spectacle with a mix of disgust and fascination or tried to continue their daily routine as nothing has happened.
Officially the war was over and the small principality had yielded to the mighty army of the imperial empire. But the resistance of the rebels continued. They were not many, but well armed and organized. They always struck when and where it wasn't expected and then dissappeared without a trace. There was still a lot of secret support from the suppressed population, because the people hated the cruel emperor and his black guards. So it was almost impossible to catch them.
As an answer to this insubordination the empire invented a new kind of spectacle for deterrence. As they couldn't get hold of the rebels, they arrested their families and everyone who was suspicious to be a supporter of those outlaws. Before being executed they were exhibited at fairs and markets and cruelly tortured in public. It was staged like a big show and the executers asked the public for interaction. This way the emperor hoped to push a wedge between the population and to weaken their support for the outlaws.
This time the black guards had caughed two women who's men were supicious to be fighters agains the empire. The show had just begun when suddenly and almost out of nowhere a wild bunch of heavily armed riders appeared at the gate. The guardian tried to stop them, but the leader of the gang struck him down with his sword before he could raise his spear.
"The rebels - they've come to take revenge! God be with us!" an old women in the crowd wispered in awe ....
"YEEEH, THE PLIERS! TEAR OFF HER NIPPLES" ... "PLIERS - PLIERS - PlIERS ..." almost a dozend obviously drunk men bawled enthusiastically, while a smaller group of inhabitans protested with caution. However the vast majority stood there silently and watched the spectacle with a mix of disgust and fascination or tried to continue their daily routine as nothing has happened.
Officially the war was over and the small principality had yielded to the mighty army of the imperial empire. But the resistance of the rebels continued. They were not many, but well armed and organized. They always struck when and where it wasn't expected and then dissappeared without a trace. There was still a lot of secret support from the suppressed population, because the people hated the cruel emperor and his black guards. So it was almost impossible to catch them.
As an answer to this insubordination the empire invented a new kind of spectacle for deterrence. As they couldn't get hold of the rebels, they arrested their families and everyone who was suspicious to be a supporter of those outlaws. Before being executed they were exhibited at fairs and markets and cruelly tortured in public. It was staged like a big show and the executers asked the public for interaction. This way the emperor hoped to push a wedge between the population and to weaken their support for the outlaws.
This time the black guards had caughed two women who's men were supicious to be fighters agains the empire. The show had just begun when suddenly and almost out of nowhere a wild bunch of heavily armed riders appeared at the gate. The guardian tried to stop them, but the leader of the gang struck him down with his sword before he could raise his spear.
"The rebels - they've come to take revenge! God be with us!" an old women in the crowd wispered in awe ....
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Revolution Part1
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Revolution Part1For ten years the regime has reigned with an iron fist. Terror, torture and fear have been their tools to supress all resistance.
But a few weeks ago some rumors among the folks have arrised - and the regime has answered with even more violence and executions.
The two girls just had been participating in a demonstration, when they got arrested by the guards.
They were accused to be conspirators and enemies of the government.
It wasn't even a trial - no audience, no witnesses, no laywer. Just a few militairs and a judge, that ignored all complains.
At least there was a priest to provide a last absolution .....
But while the last preparations for the execution where made, in the streets the hate and resitance against the regime was rising without words .... the calmness before the storm.
But a few weeks ago some rumors among the folks have arrised - and the regime has answered with even more violence and executions.
The two girls just had been participating in a demonstration, when they got arrested by the guards.
They were accused to be conspirators and enemies of the government.
It wasn't even a trial - no audience, no witnesses, no laywer. Just a few militairs and a judge, that ignored all complains.
At least there was a priest to provide a last absolution .....
But while the last preparations for the execution where made, in the streets the hate and resitance against the regime was rising without words .... the calmness before the storm.
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Revolution Part2
RalphB's BDSM gone wrong - Revolution Part2The commander had just given the sign to start the execution, when an explosion blew off the heavy metal door of the prison.
After months of effectless peaceful protests the wind has changed and a devastating storm of rage started to sweep over the country. Just one day before a handfull of young women, who had demonstrated against the arbitrariness of the regime, have been arrested and sentenced to death without a trial.
A angry pack of determined revolutionaries stormed down the stairs and opened fire on the soldiers loyal to the regime. The first who fell down was the commander. The soldiers started to fight back, but one after annother was hit by the bullets of the outnumbered revolutionaries. The hangman kicked away the stool under the feet of one of the poor girls and grabbed the other one and attack the invaders. There was no drop for the two women when they loosed the ground under their feet, so there was no chance of breaking their necks and it was more a slow strangulation than a quick end. They started to kick with their legs while the meciless fight between the militz and the revoluitionaries continued.
"Quick - cut down the girls!" roared the black-dressed leader of the intruders while he shot down annother soldiers with his pistol. He pulled out a long knive while he and one of his allies ran to the dangling girls, who still performed their bizarre airdance ....
After months of effectless peaceful protests the wind has changed and a devastating storm of rage started to sweep over the country. Just one day before a handfull of young women, who had demonstrated against the arbitrariness of the regime, have been arrested and sentenced to death without a trial.
A angry pack of determined revolutionaries stormed down the stairs and opened fire on the soldiers loyal to the regime. The first who fell down was the commander. The soldiers started to fight back, but one after annother was hit by the bullets of the outnumbered revolutionaries. The hangman kicked away the stool under the feet of one of the poor girls and grabbed the other one and attack the invaders. There was no drop for the two women when they loosed the ground under their feet, so there was no chance of breaking their necks and it was more a slow strangulation than a quick end. They started to kick with their legs while the meciless fight between the militz and the revoluitionaries continued.
"Quick - cut down the girls!" roared the black-dressed leader of the intruders while he shot down annother soldiers with his pistol. He pulled out a long knive while he and one of his allies ran to the dangling girls, who still performed their bizarre airdance ....
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's Zoo Bondage Convention Part 01 - Ropes'n Snakes
RalphB's Zoo Bondage Convention Part 01 - Ropes'n SnakesWelcome again to our first and unique Zoo-Bondage-Convention! This time we have prepared somthing very special. It's more a show than a challenge - for the girls as for the audience. It's cute, and the pet zoo is the best place for it. We present: hucows are the pet animals best friends!
Well, of course our bondage bunnies don't give really milk, so we had to trick a bit. We have slightly modified an old torture method from the Middle Ages. Originally the victim was bound and its foot soles were greased with cattle salt. Then the goats were let loose on them. The animals started to lick the salt from the victims feet, which tickled so much, it nearly laughed to death and confessed almost everything what the torturer wanted to hear.
Of course we don't want to torture our girls to death, so we applied the salt on other strategical important body parts. In this spots our girls are less ticklish. But as you see, it still causes almost unbearable exitement.
And now enjoy the show! It seems, Danuta and Elaine already do.
Well, of course our bondage bunnies don't give really milk, so we had to trick a bit. We have slightly modified an old torture method from the Middle Ages. Originally the victim was bound and its foot soles were greased with cattle salt. Then the goats were let loose on them. The animals started to lick the salt from the victims feet, which tickled so much, it nearly laughed to death and confessed almost everything what the torturer wanted to hear.
Of course we don't want to torture our girls to death, so we applied the salt on other strategical important body parts. In this spots our girls are less ticklish. But as you see, it still causes almost unbearable exitement.
And now enjoy the show! It seems, Danuta and Elaine already do.
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's Zoo Bondage Convention Part 02 - Turtle Race
RalphB's Zoo Bondage Convention Part 02 - Turtle RaceThe new "Zoo-Bondage-Convention" seems to be a full success. Everyone has lots of fun with the kinky and weird competitions. And now it's time for the "Turtle-Race". The rules are as simple as can be: the frogtied girl simply has to be faster than the tortoise and must grab the keys for the locks of her restraints, which are placed on a fresh salad head. Normally it's feeding time and the turtles are hungry. So they head straight to the green stuff. It's obvious, when the tortois is faster and moves the feed, the keys will fall into the drain and be lost forever.
Can you quess what happens to the unlucky bondagetteß Of course, she will be freed sometime. But it will last several hours. Exactly said, until the convention closes its doors in the late evening. Until then the girls who loose the race stay bound are displayed to the audience in a humiliating way.
Can you quess what happens to the unlucky bondagetteß Of course, she will be freed sometime. But it will last several hours. Exactly said, until the convention closes its doors in the late evening. Until then the girls who loose the race stay bound are displayed to the audience in a humiliating way.
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's Zoo Bondage Convention Part 03 - Hucows are the goats best friends
RalphB's Zoo Bondage Convention Part 03 - Hucows are the goats best friendsWelcome again to our first and unique Zoo-Bondage-Convention! This time we have prepared somthing very special. It's more a show than a challenge - for the girls as for the audience. It's cute, and the pet zoo is the best place for it. We present: hucows are the pet animals best friends!
Well, of course our bondage bunnies don't give really milk, so we had to trick a bit. We have slightly modified an old torture method from the Middle Ages. Originally the victim was bound and its foot soles were greased with cattle salt. Then the goats were let loose on them. The animals started to lick the salt from the victims feet, which tickled so much, it nearly laughed to death and confessed almost everything what the torturer wanted to hear.
Of course we don't want to torture our girls to death, so we applied the salt on other strategical important body parts. In this spots our girls are less ticklish. But as you see, it still causes almost unbearable exitement.
And now enjoy the show! It seems, Danuta and Elaine already do.
Well, of course our bondage bunnies don't give really milk, so we had to trick a bit. We have slightly modified an old torture method from the Middle Ages. Originally the victim was bound and its foot soles were greased with cattle salt. Then the goats were let loose on them. The animals started to lick the salt from the victims feet, which tickled so much, it nearly laughed to death and confessed almost everything what the torturer wanted to hear.
Of course we don't want to torture our girls to death, so we applied the salt on other strategical important body parts. In this spots our girls are less ticklish. But as you see, it still causes almost unbearable exitement.
And now enjoy the show! It seems, Danuta and Elaine already do.
tanuno
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 00: Prolog
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 00: PrologOriginally, the Pet Farm or Hucow Farm was a normal farm with real animals, farm buildings, machines and fields. It was managed by Roger Grayman and his wife Beth. Business was very good and the Graymans were one of the wealthiest families in the area. Unfortunately, Beth died of cancer at a very young age. Roger, along with a few employees, continued to run the business anyway.
During this time he discovered his interest in BDSM and fetish and he discovered that his particular love was pet play. And it was mainly hucows - women who found it exciting to be kept like a cow in a stable and milked regularly - who fascinated him.
A few years ago he met Ivy - a young homeless and drug addicted prostitute who primarily offered her services as a slave. He visited her a few times to live out his newly discovered, dominant side for a fee. This ultimately led to a kind of friendship.
Life hadn't been kind to Ivy, which had ultimately led to her going astray. Roger began to feel sorry for her. Because he had a good heart, he took her off the streets and gave her therapy to get off drugs. And after a while she actually managed to get away from the devilish stuff that was slowly destroying her life. Since she had neither relatives nor a home, he offered her to live on his farm, work there and, since she was extremely submissive, possibly become his slave. Ivy accepted the offer and from then on Roger was her master. Of course, she was free to break off this relationship and go her way at any time, but Ivy was completely happy with her new life and this 24/7 BDSM relationship and couldn't ask for a better man than Roger. Although she was extremely submissive and loved to serve, she still didn't want to be a hucow. But she understood Roger's unusual predilection. Ultimately, it was she who encouraged Roger to continue looking for someone who could satisfy his Hucow fetish.
This is how Roger finally met Dany via the Internet. Since a long time one of her secret fantasies had been to be kept like a cow and milked daily. This made her the perfect match for Roger. And - what was particularly extraordinary - she actually lactated. The two got along from the first moment and it didn't last long until she moved to Roger and Ivy's farm. She lived mainly in a specially prepared corner of the stable and, with Roger's help, began to live out her Hucow fetish without inhibition
She already had given birth and breastfed a child. When her son got older and she stopped breastfeeding, she continued to regularly suck out the milk with a milk pump. Unfortunately, the marriage did not have a good star and the divorce followed a short time later. Custody was awarded to her ex-husband by mutual consent.
One day Ivy and Dany gave Roger the idea of giving up normal farming and setting up a kind of pony farm for pet players instead. What started out as just harmless nonsense between the two women, soon developed into a fixed idea for Roger. Financially it wasn't a big problem. He had always been rich and even if he lost his income from farming, his wealth would easily be enough for a carefree life.
A good year ago he actually decided to put the crazy plan into action. He sold almost all of the livestock and only kept a few animals to cover his own needs and those of his future guests. He also sold and leased most of his fields and the machines that were no longer needed, some of which were very expensive. The only exceptions were a few fields that directly bordered the farm area.
Then he began to renovate the farm. The farm should become a paradise for pet players. Roger's personal focus was of course on hucow pet play. Since pony play was generally the more common variant in the pet play scene, he also paid a lot of attention to it. In addition, other role-playing games such as dogs, cats or even pigs should also be able to be played out on his pet farm.
A somewhat remote former farm building was converted into a guest house. He designed the stable to meet the needs of ponygirl and Hucow lovers. There was also a training area for the ponies, a smaller one for dogs, a small swampy open area where pig game fans could freely wallow in the dirt and much more.
Roger demonstrated incredible ingenuity. He also had various equipment made according to his own plans with which the pets could be kept busy. Special milking parlors adapted to human anatomy, human-drawn carriages and trailers, a plow based on early historical models, a specially designed course for ponygirls and even a small oil mill powered by muscle power, as was actually used in some cases until the Middle Ages - all of this became important part of the new pet farm.
Of course, Ivy and Dany supported him as best they could. Ivy in particular demonstrated her talent as a capable manager. So Roger decided to entrust her with the organizational part of his new farm in the future.
In addition to perfect technical equipment, Roger was also keen to offer a familiar athmosphere to his guests. If desired, there should also be complete family connection. Workshops for pet play beginners and personal support were also at the top of the to-do list.
And now everything was finished! Roger and his two girls could hardly wait for the first guests to arrive. Of course the pet farm wasn't fully booked straight away, the location had to be known to the scene first. But immediately after the opening, the first interested parties came forward - in the form of Hank and Vanity, a young couple who, much to Roger's delight, had booked the Hucow Holidays package for two weeks.
Of course, the very first guests were something very special and a lifelong friendship was to develop from an exceptional but otherwise completely normal service.
During this time he discovered his interest in BDSM and fetish and he discovered that his particular love was pet play. And it was mainly hucows - women who found it exciting to be kept like a cow in a stable and milked regularly - who fascinated him.
A few years ago he met Ivy - a young homeless and drug addicted prostitute who primarily offered her services as a slave. He visited her a few times to live out his newly discovered, dominant side for a fee. This ultimately led to a kind of friendship.
Life hadn't been kind to Ivy, which had ultimately led to her going astray. Roger began to feel sorry for her. Because he had a good heart, he took her off the streets and gave her therapy to get off drugs. And after a while she actually managed to get away from the devilish stuff that was slowly destroying her life. Since she had neither relatives nor a home, he offered her to live on his farm, work there and, since she was extremely submissive, possibly become his slave. Ivy accepted the offer and from then on Roger was her master. Of course, she was free to break off this relationship and go her way at any time, but Ivy was completely happy with her new life and this 24/7 BDSM relationship and couldn't ask for a better man than Roger. Although she was extremely submissive and loved to serve, she still didn't want to be a hucow. But she understood Roger's unusual predilection. Ultimately, it was she who encouraged Roger to continue looking for someone who could satisfy his Hucow fetish.
This is how Roger finally met Dany via the Internet. Since a long time one of her secret fantasies had been to be kept like a cow and milked daily. This made her the perfect match for Roger. And - what was particularly extraordinary - she actually lactated. The two got along from the first moment and it didn't last long until she moved to Roger and Ivy's farm. She lived mainly in a specially prepared corner of the stable and, with Roger's help, began to live out her Hucow fetish without inhibition
She already had given birth and breastfed a child. When her son got older and she stopped breastfeeding, she continued to regularly suck out the milk with a milk pump. Unfortunately, the marriage did not have a good star and the divorce followed a short time later. Custody was awarded to her ex-husband by mutual consent.
One day Ivy and Dany gave Roger the idea of giving up normal farming and setting up a kind of pony farm for pet players instead. What started out as just harmless nonsense between the two women, soon developed into a fixed idea for Roger. Financially it wasn't a big problem. He had always been rich and even if he lost his income from farming, his wealth would easily be enough for a carefree life.
A good year ago he actually decided to put the crazy plan into action. He sold almost all of the livestock and only kept a few animals to cover his own needs and those of his future guests. He also sold and leased most of his fields and the machines that were no longer needed, some of which were very expensive. The only exceptions were a few fields that directly bordered the farm area.
Then he began to renovate the farm. The farm should become a paradise for pet players. Roger's personal focus was of course on hucow pet play. Since pony play was generally the more common variant in the pet play scene, he also paid a lot of attention to it. In addition, other role-playing games such as dogs, cats or even pigs should also be able to be played out on his pet farm.
A somewhat remote former farm building was converted into a guest house. He designed the stable to meet the needs of ponygirl and Hucow lovers. There was also a training area for the ponies, a smaller one for dogs, a small swampy open area where pig game fans could freely wallow in the dirt and much more.
Roger demonstrated incredible ingenuity. He also had various equipment made according to his own plans with which the pets could be kept busy. Special milking parlors adapted to human anatomy, human-drawn carriages and trailers, a plow based on early historical models, a specially designed course for ponygirls and even a small oil mill powered by muscle power, as was actually used in some cases until the Middle Ages - all of this became important part of the new pet farm.
Of course, Ivy and Dany supported him as best they could. Ivy in particular demonstrated her talent as a capable manager. So Roger decided to entrust her with the organizational part of his new farm in the future.
In addition to perfect technical equipment, Roger was also keen to offer a familiar athmosphere to his guests. If desired, there should also be complete family connection. Workshops for pet play beginners and personal support were also at the top of the to-do list.
And now everything was finished! Roger and his two girls could hardly wait for the first guests to arrive. Of course the pet farm wasn't fully booked straight away, the location had to be known to the scene first. But immediately after the opening, the first interested parties came forward - in the form of Hank and Vanity, a young couple who, much to Roger's delight, had booked the Hucow Holidays package for two weeks.
Of course, the very first guests were something very special and a lifelong friendship was to develop from an exceptional but otherwise completely normal service.
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 01: Arrival
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 01: ArrivalFinally holidays! Vanity was looking forward to two carefree weeks in the country. Her husband Hank had booked a suite on a farm with a very special ambience. When they arrived, Vanity had no idea what to expect. But she loved surprises. They both had a faible for BDSM and she was shure it would have something to do with fetish and roleplay. So she wasn't much astonished, when Hank applied some cuffs to her legs and arms and a leather collar with a ring to her neck. She didn't even think on anything bad, when he ordered her to slip into this somehow ridiculous cow costume. They had so much fun with cosplay in the past - so why not? She never had played a cow, but it fitted to their planned holidays and some times ago she had told him about some fantasies of being his hucow .... for a limited time of course.
In the first night Hank actually treated her like an animal and took her from behind. But it was fine and Vanity enjoyed to submit to her master. Afterwards she had to sleep on the thick fur in front of Hanks bed.
Next morning he wake her up very early and before she really realized what was going on, Hank had secured her cuffed arms with a lock behind her back. She willingly allowed herself to be led down the stairscase by the chain on her collar. For her surprise Hank brought her to a small cattle tranporter waiting in front of the house. "Wow, that's crazy!" she thought, after he had closed the loading ramp from outside. Vanity couldn't see to much through the planks of the constuction of the cattle van, but she could feel, that they drove on unpaved roads. Only a few minutes later the van stopped and the loading door opened again. "Come! I'll show you where you will live for the next two weeks." Hank leaded her to a small stable, where a strong, burly guy in dungarees and rubber boots already awaited them. "This is Roger. He's the owner of the farm and will care for anything."
Now Vanity started to worry a little: "But ... !"
It seemed Hank could read her thoughts and put his index finger over her lips and ordered her to be silent. "No worry, my lovely hucow! He will not touch you. Nothing will happen without my will and your agreement! Roger is an experienced farmer and will teach us everything about hucows. And now follow me - I'm introducing you to a possibly new girlfriend. Dany is very submissiv and she sees herself as Roger's private property. She has decided voluntarily to live as his personal hucow forever."
In the first night Hank actually treated her like an animal and took her from behind. But it was fine and Vanity enjoyed to submit to her master. Afterwards she had to sleep on the thick fur in front of Hanks bed.
Next morning he wake her up very early and before she really realized what was going on, Hank had secured her cuffed arms with a lock behind her back. She willingly allowed herself to be led down the stairscase by the chain on her collar. For her surprise Hank brought her to a small cattle tranporter waiting in front of the house. "Wow, that's crazy!" she thought, after he had closed the loading ramp from outside. Vanity couldn't see to much through the planks of the constuction of the cattle van, but she could feel, that they drove on unpaved roads. Only a few minutes later the van stopped and the loading door opened again. "Come! I'll show you where you will live for the next two weeks." Hank leaded her to a small stable, where a strong, burly guy in dungarees and rubber boots already awaited them. "This is Roger. He's the owner of the farm and will care for anything."
Now Vanity started to worry a little: "But ... !"
It seemed Hank could read her thoughts and put his index finger over her lips and ordered her to be silent. "No worry, my lovely hucow! He will not touch you. Nothing will happen without my will and your agreement! Roger is an experienced farmer and will teach us everything about hucows. And now follow me - I'm introducing you to a possibly new girlfriend. Dany is very submissiv and she sees herself as Roger's private property. She has decided voluntarily to live as his personal hucow forever."
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 02: Introduction to Milking
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 02: Introduction to MilkingThe first day at the farm was coming to an end. Exept Vanity was locked up with Dany in a small barred shed, nothing exiting happened. So she had the opportunity to get to know the girl that she had seen already at her arrival. Dany was a 24/7 hucow that belonged to the farm owner Roger. She told Vanity, that in her former live she was married and had already given birth to a son. But the marriage was not a good one and she filed for divorce six years after the birth of her child. Since she was almost penniless after the separation, custody of the child was awarded to her husband.
She had discovered her cow fetish during her marriage, but kept it a secret from her husband because he had no understanding of such "perverted messes" anyway. After she stopped breastfeeding her baby, she secretly continued to pump milk from her breasts because she was turned on by it. About three years ago she met Roger, who understood her fetish and shared it with her. Since then she lived on his farm and voluntarily became his hucow.
This all sounded pretty crazy for Vanity, but somehow she could understand Dany - and somehow she had to admire her for living out her desires without any compromises and not caring for what others think about her.
When evening came, Roger and annother halfnaked girl leaded Vanity and Dany out of the small barred shed to some kind of milking frames, where Hank was already awaiting them. The two girls were gagged and chained to the frames. Then a strange device was attached to their anus and pussies while Roger explained to Hank how to do it properly. Vanity was a bit scared, but at the same time strangely excited and curious.
"Ok, Hank - I've shown you how to tie up your little cow to the milking frame and how to attach the suction device for excrement." Roger the farmer grinned at Hank."This is a very helpful tool to keep them and the stable clean. Additionally it will prevent unwanted interuptions because they perhaps come on the stupid idea that they have to go to the toilet during the milking session.
Well those sessions are perhaps the most important part in the live of a hucow. They must be milked two times a day: once in the morning and once in the evening. Breasts are often very sensitive - specially when they never got in touch with the strong vaccum of a cowmilker. The first milking sessions can be really painful. I recommend gagging an unexpirienced hucow well, if you don't want to hear her screaming and moaning."
After some seconds Roger hit his forehead. "Oh, almost forgot to introduce Ivy! How stupid!" He pointed at the thin girl that was only dressed with a dirty loincloth and iron cuffs. She's my right hand, my diligent milkmaid and second slave. Have a look what she's doing now! She'll prepare Dany udders and afterward attach the milking cups. Just watch for now, later she'll teach you how to do the same to your own hucow!"
Ivy spread some milk fat from a small plastic bucket onto her palms and then began massaging Dany's breasts with it. Dany closed her eyes and after a while she began to breathe heavily and moan softly. It could be clearly seen how her nipples swelled slightly and finally with each stroke of Ivy's hands a small stream of milk came out of them. Ivy stopped the massage and carefully attached the milking cups with a slurping noise to Dany's dripping areolas.
"Ah, I see!" Hank pointed at Dany after she was hooked up to the milking machine. "She doesn't look scared or that it hurts. Just the opposite! It doesn't look like she needs a gag."
"No!" said Roger with a smile. "Actually she doesn't need to be gagged anymore. She's used to be milked and she likes this procedure very much. But she still wants to be gagged. To be completely at my mercy and the knowledge that she has absolutely no controll over what's happening gives her an incredible kick.
As you see Dany produces lots of milk and it's a relief for her, when her full to bursting udders are emptied. Normally breasts only produce milk when a woman has given birth. And the milk-flow stops within a few days when it's not needed anymore. Dany never stopped lactating because she continued to pump out her tits excessively after her pregnacy, even when she stopped breastfeeding her baby. Sometimes breasts start to produce a small amount of milk without pregnacy when they are stimulated frequently with a vacuum pump or - like in our case - a real milking machine. But don't expect any wonders from your little cow. Dany is a big exeption and an average woman doesn't have such unusual abilities.
You should always have in mind that at the end it is completely negligible if she gives milk or not. Most important is what's going on inside her head. Your girl has choosen to be a hucow - even it's just for a limited time. She wants to feel how it is to be treated like a farm animal, like a cow. Degraded, subjected and abused - we should provide her this subspace as good as possible.
And now I'll handle the word over to Ivy. She'll demonstrate how to prepare Vanity's breasts for milking, how to operate the milking machine and how to attach the milking cups to your hucows udders correctly.
As said, Ivy is my right hand, my second slave and my milkmaid in one person. She's very talented and does it with her heart. Only a few years ago she was nothing than a drug-whore living on the streets without a future or perspective. Now she's clean and found her place in life. She doesn't want to be a hucow, but she does everything to be a perfect working slave and milkmaid. Of course she's free to leave any time she wants. But I think she likes what she is and what she does!"
Ivy looked up with a smile and answered unasked: "Yes, I love this place and my work. This is my home and I can't imagine a better master than Roger. He took me off the streets, took care of me and gave me a new life. I'm so proud to serve him! And now watch out! I'll show you everything important to give your wonderful cow a milking-experience she'll never forget!"
She had discovered her cow fetish during her marriage, but kept it a secret from her husband because he had no understanding of such "perverted messes" anyway. After she stopped breastfeeding her baby, she secretly continued to pump milk from her breasts because she was turned on by it. About three years ago she met Roger, who understood her fetish and shared it with her. Since then she lived on his farm and voluntarily became his hucow.
This all sounded pretty crazy for Vanity, but somehow she could understand Dany - and somehow she had to admire her for living out her desires without any compromises and not caring for what others think about her.
When evening came, Roger and annother halfnaked girl leaded Vanity and Dany out of the small barred shed to some kind of milking frames, where Hank was already awaiting them. The two girls were gagged and chained to the frames. Then a strange device was attached to their anus and pussies while Roger explained to Hank how to do it properly. Vanity was a bit scared, but at the same time strangely excited and curious.
"Ok, Hank - I've shown you how to tie up your little cow to the milking frame and how to attach the suction device for excrement." Roger the farmer grinned at Hank."This is a very helpful tool to keep them and the stable clean. Additionally it will prevent unwanted interuptions because they perhaps come on the stupid idea that they have to go to the toilet during the milking session.
Well those sessions are perhaps the most important part in the live of a hucow. They must be milked two times a day: once in the morning and once in the evening. Breasts are often very sensitive - specially when they never got in touch with the strong vaccum of a cowmilker. The first milking sessions can be really painful. I recommend gagging an unexpirienced hucow well, if you don't want to hear her screaming and moaning."
After some seconds Roger hit his forehead. "Oh, almost forgot to introduce Ivy! How stupid!" He pointed at the thin girl that was only dressed with a dirty loincloth and iron cuffs. She's my right hand, my diligent milkmaid and second slave. Have a look what she's doing now! She'll prepare Dany udders and afterward attach the milking cups. Just watch for now, later she'll teach you how to do the same to your own hucow!"
Ivy spread some milk fat from a small plastic bucket onto her palms and then began massaging Dany's breasts with it. Dany closed her eyes and after a while she began to breathe heavily and moan softly. It could be clearly seen how her nipples swelled slightly and finally with each stroke of Ivy's hands a small stream of milk came out of them. Ivy stopped the massage and carefully attached the milking cups with a slurping noise to Dany's dripping areolas.
"Ah, I see!" Hank pointed at Dany after she was hooked up to the milking machine. "She doesn't look scared or that it hurts. Just the opposite! It doesn't look like she needs a gag."
"No!" said Roger with a smile. "Actually she doesn't need to be gagged anymore. She's used to be milked and she likes this procedure very much. But she still wants to be gagged. To be completely at my mercy and the knowledge that she has absolutely no controll over what's happening gives her an incredible kick.
As you see Dany produces lots of milk and it's a relief for her, when her full to bursting udders are emptied. Normally breasts only produce milk when a woman has given birth. And the milk-flow stops within a few days when it's not needed anymore. Dany never stopped lactating because she continued to pump out her tits excessively after her pregnacy, even when she stopped breastfeeding her baby. Sometimes breasts start to produce a small amount of milk without pregnacy when they are stimulated frequently with a vacuum pump or - like in our case - a real milking machine. But don't expect any wonders from your little cow. Dany is a big exeption and an average woman doesn't have such unusual abilities.
You should always have in mind that at the end it is completely negligible if she gives milk or not. Most important is what's going on inside her head. Your girl has choosen to be a hucow - even it's just for a limited time. She wants to feel how it is to be treated like a farm animal, like a cow. Degraded, subjected and abused - we should provide her this subspace as good as possible.
And now I'll handle the word over to Ivy. She'll demonstrate how to prepare Vanity's breasts for milking, how to operate the milking machine and how to attach the milking cups to your hucows udders correctly.
As said, Ivy is my right hand, my second slave and my milkmaid in one person. She's very talented and does it with her heart. Only a few years ago she was nothing than a drug-whore living on the streets without a future or perspective. Now she's clean and found her place in life. She doesn't want to be a hucow, but she does everything to be a perfect working slave and milkmaid. Of course she's free to leave any time she wants. But I think she likes what she is and what she does!"
Ivy looked up with a smile and answered unasked: "Yes, I love this place and my work. This is my home and I can't imagine a better master than Roger. He took me off the streets, took care of me and gave me a new life. I'm so proud to serve him! And now watch out! I'll show you everything important to give your wonderful cow a milking-experience she'll never forget!"
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 03: Plow-Cows
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 03: Plow-CowsA new day started As usual it started with a milking session. Vanity and Dany were chained to the milking parlor again. It it still hurted a lot, when Hank attached the milking cups to Vanity's breasts and when the strong, pulsating vacuum set in. She was glad that Hank had gagged her before the milking began. Otherwise she would have screamed like crazy. But after one or two minutes it got better and a wave of lust and pain flowed through her body.
When the milking was over the two hucows were led back to their prison. Their arms were still bound behind their back with boxtie-armbinders that they had to wear for the milking sessions. Then they were fed and watered - not directly from the floor but from small bowls. But it was still humiliating to eat from bowls in their bonds without the ability to use their hands.
Later Roger and Hank brought them outside where Ivy was already waiting. They had to enter the same cattle van that Vanity already knew from her arrival.
After a short drive they reached a small field near the farm. When she left the van, Vanity noticed a single furrow handplow. Roger and Hank attached the plow's pullchains to their waistbelts. Roger gave instructions how to pull the plow, while he chained Ivy to the handles at the end of the plow. Her duty was to keep the device on track. Roger popped the bullwhip that he had brought with him and urged the girls on. It needed some strenght, but finally the strange team started to move and drew a straight furrow. At the end of the field they had to turn the plow and the game started from new. After a while Roger handled the whip over to Hank and now it was his turn to urge their working cows. Hank did it with much enjoyment.
It was a very strenuous task to pull the plow, but Roger and Hank allowed the sweating women to rest every time they got exausted. The men cared well for them with water and small snacks.
When the sun reached its highest point, there was a longer pause. The women were untied from the plow and could rest in the shadow of a nearby tree. Hank even gave Vanity a hug and she was allowed to snuggle up to him while he praised her for being a good girl. She was very proud of it and resolved to be a perfect hucow - at least for the next two weeks until the end of their holidays.
Later they continue with their work and at the end of the day they had actually managed to plow the whole field. Exausted but happy they got into the van and looked forward to the upcoming milking session.
When the milking was over the two hucows were led back to their prison. Their arms were still bound behind their back with boxtie-armbinders that they had to wear for the milking sessions. Then they were fed and watered - not directly from the floor but from small bowls. But it was still humiliating to eat from bowls in their bonds without the ability to use their hands.
Later Roger and Hank brought them outside where Ivy was already waiting. They had to enter the same cattle van that Vanity already knew from her arrival.
After a short drive they reached a small field near the farm. When she left the van, Vanity noticed a single furrow handplow. Roger and Hank attached the plow's pullchains to their waistbelts. Roger gave instructions how to pull the plow, while he chained Ivy to the handles at the end of the plow. Her duty was to keep the device on track. Roger popped the bullwhip that he had brought with him and urged the girls on. It needed some strenght, but finally the strange team started to move and drew a straight furrow. At the end of the field they had to turn the plow and the game started from new. After a while Roger handled the whip over to Hank and now it was his turn to urge their working cows. Hank did it with much enjoyment.
It was a very strenuous task to pull the plow, but Roger and Hank allowed the sweating women to rest every time they got exausted. The men cared well for them with water and small snacks.
When the sun reached its highest point, there was a longer pause. The women were untied from the plow and could rest in the shadow of a nearby tree. Hank even gave Vanity a hug and she was allowed to snuggle up to him while he praised her for being a good girl. She was very proud of it and resolved to be a perfect hucow - at least for the next two weeks until the end of their holidays.
Later they continue with their work and at the end of the day they had actually managed to plow the whole field. Exausted but happy they got into the van and looked forward to the upcoming milking session.
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 04: Cow-Washing
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 04: Cow-WashingApart from the the milking sessions and cleaning up the stable under the control of Roger and Hank, there was another almost daily routine for the hucows.
Shortly after Hank and Vanity had arrived at the Hucow-Farm, the owner of the farm - Roger - had said to Hank: "Well, it's almost unavoidable that our hucows get dirty when working on the farm or in the fields. That's quite normal and ok so far. Otherwise I hate when they are stinking and looking like dirty, little piggies. Therefore we should wash them every time the work is done and they got filthy. Our hucows are so much more than work animals or farm animals. They enrich our lifes and without them we wouldn't be able to live out what we love. We can only call ourselves their owners because they generously allowed us to own them. Never forget this!"
Hank completely agreed. Although Vanity had allowed him at least during the two weeks of their vacation to make her his hucow without restrictions and use her as he pleased, she still was his loving wife and loyal companion.
The almost ceremony like "Cow-washing" - how Roger called it - took place in the former washing hall. Hank and Roger scrubbed the girls with liquid soap and large brushes and then rinsed off the suds with a garden hose.
Shortly before, Dany had told Vanity that she absolutely hates this part of the ritual. Vanity couldn't imagine, what's so bad about being washed after a hard day of work. Now she knew! The water was cold and brushes hard and scratchy. But Roger and Hank showed now mercy and in contrast to the girls, they had a lot of fun. They were thoroughly amused by the whining and the short, sharp cries that the two women emitted while they worked on them with the brushes and the water hose. They didn't let go of them until they were squeaky clean again. But then the much more pleasant part of the cleaning began.
Ivy was already waiting with a mountain of fresh towels and the two men began to dry their hucows gently and carefully. They took the girls in their arms to show them their affection and to comfort them a little for the previous, rough treatment. Dany and Vanity found this incredibly beautiful and even Dany, who hated the first part of the ritual like the plague and complained bitterly almost every time, was a happy Hucow again.
Shortly after Hank and Vanity had arrived at the Hucow-Farm, the owner of the farm - Roger - had said to Hank: "Well, it's almost unavoidable that our hucows get dirty when working on the farm or in the fields. That's quite normal and ok so far. Otherwise I hate when they are stinking and looking like dirty, little piggies. Therefore we should wash them every time the work is done and they got filthy. Our hucows are so much more than work animals or farm animals. They enrich our lifes and without them we wouldn't be able to live out what we love. We can only call ourselves their owners because they generously allowed us to own them. Never forget this!"
Hank completely agreed. Although Vanity had allowed him at least during the two weeks of their vacation to make her his hucow without restrictions and use her as he pleased, she still was his loving wife and loyal companion.
The almost ceremony like "Cow-washing" - how Roger called it - took place in the former washing hall. Hank and Roger scrubbed the girls with liquid soap and large brushes and then rinsed off the suds with a garden hose.
Shortly before, Dany had told Vanity that she absolutely hates this part of the ritual. Vanity couldn't imagine, what's so bad about being washed after a hard day of work. Now she knew! The water was cold and brushes hard and scratchy. But Roger and Hank showed now mercy and in contrast to the girls, they had a lot of fun. They were thoroughly amused by the whining and the short, sharp cries that the two women emitted while they worked on them with the brushes and the water hose. They didn't let go of them until they were squeaky clean again. But then the much more pleasant part of the cleaning began.
Ivy was already waiting with a mountain of fresh towels and the two men began to dry their hucows gently and carefully. They took the girls in their arms to show them their affection and to comfort them a little for the previous, rough treatment. Dany and Vanity found this incredibly beautiful and even Dany, who hated the first part of the ritual like the plague and complained bitterly almost every time, was a happy Hucow again.
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 05: House-Cows
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 05: House-CowsIn the last chapters we have learned, that the hucows had a daily routine at the hucow farm, for example being milked two times a day in the morning and the evening. Annother duty was to clean up the stable, shaking out their blankets for sleeping and exchanging the straw in their box when necessary. And sometimes they had to work on the farmyard or in the field. But there was still a lot of sparetime where nothing was to do. However, they still where just cos- or petplayers and not simple cattle like real farm animals. So they needed to be kept busy to avoid that the whole game gets boring.
Apart from the almost inexhaustible range of animals that can be embodied by pet players, there are also different ways in which this pet play can be put into practice. Some prefer complete dehumanization and complete reduction of the submissive part to the corresponding animal. Others, like Roger and Hank, preferred to treat their partners physically like animals, but at the same time wanted them to retain their human characteristics. That's why Dany and Vanity were not simply reduced to their role as cows, but were also seen as slaves. Hank loved his wife as she was. Her friendly nature and also her intelligence meant a lot for him. So it was almost impossible to see her just as a stupid farm animal.
Of course the main purpose of the Hucowfarm-Holidays was to strengthen trust and responsibility between Hucows, ponygirls or other human farm animals and their owners. The goal was to learn more about one's partner's dark desires and fetishes, as well as to discover their true passion and sexual orientation. And last but not least and perhaps most important: The holidays should offer a good and relaxing time and the opportunity to live out fetishes unhindered in a suitable environment.
Unless there was nothing else to do on the farm, the girls had to help around the house and please their masters in every thinkable way. This ways it was quaranteed that the pets and their owners had a maximum of time to enjoy their holidays together. Unless the hucow owners gave other orders, Ivy was in charge. Even though she was just a slave girl, on Roger's orders it was her job to divide the work and supervise its correct execution.
Apart from the almost inexhaustible range of animals that can be embodied by pet players, there are also different ways in which this pet play can be put into practice. Some prefer complete dehumanization and complete reduction of the submissive part to the corresponding animal. Others, like Roger and Hank, preferred to treat their partners physically like animals, but at the same time wanted them to retain their human characteristics. That's why Dany and Vanity were not simply reduced to their role as cows, but were also seen as slaves. Hank loved his wife as she was. Her friendly nature and also her intelligence meant a lot for him. So it was almost impossible to see her just as a stupid farm animal.
Of course the main purpose of the Hucowfarm-Holidays was to strengthen trust and responsibility between Hucows, ponygirls or other human farm animals and their owners. The goal was to learn more about one's partner's dark desires and fetishes, as well as to discover their true passion and sexual orientation. And last but not least and perhaps most important: The holidays should offer a good and relaxing time and the opportunity to live out fetishes unhindered in a suitable environment.
Unless there was nothing else to do on the farm, the girls had to help around the house and please their masters in every thinkable way. This ways it was quaranteed that the pets and their owners had a maximum of time to enjoy their holidays together. Unless the hucow owners gave other orders, Ivy was in charge. Even though she was just a slave girl, on Roger's orders it was her job to divide the work and supervise its correct execution.
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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 06: Side Trip
RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 06: Side TripThe first week of the Hucow holidays had now passed. The weekend was just around the corner. No work for farmers, and not even for the hucows Dany and Vanity. Instead, Roger and Hank had decided to take a little trip to the nearby village. Of course, Vanity and Dany were there, albeit in a less fun way. And Ivy was also there.
Although Roger and his somewhat strange farm animals were already well known in the area, it was not Roger's intention to provoke or upset the residents of the village. For this reason, the Hucows were dressed less revealingly for the occasion and even Ivy, who usually only wore torn slave outfits, was beautifully dressed up. Some few passers-by reacted to the truly extraordinary team by shaking their heads, but for most of them it was a very special event and took it with humor. Some even gave a friendly wave to Roger and his beautiful looking draft animals.
Before the trip, Vanity had serious concerns. She was ashamed to be exposed to the public in such a humiliating manner. But when she pulled her master's carriage through the streets side by side with Dany and Ivy, she even felt a little proud to be able to show her love and devotion to Hank in this unusual way. She was sure that this was far more than many others were ever willing to give.
And Hank? He enjoyed the spectacle and was very proud of his little hucow. He knew that it was a present that no other woman was willing to give.
Although Roger and his somewhat strange farm animals were already well known in the area, it was not Roger's intention to provoke or upset the residents of the village. For this reason, the Hucows were dressed less revealingly for the occasion and even Ivy, who usually only wore torn slave outfits, was beautifully dressed up. Some few passers-by reacted to the truly extraordinary team by shaking their heads, but for most of them it was a very special event and took it with humor. Some even gave a friendly wave to Roger and his beautiful looking draft animals.
Before the trip, Vanity had serious concerns. She was ashamed to be exposed to the public in such a humiliating manner. But when she pulled her master's carriage through the streets side by side with Dany and Ivy, she even felt a little proud to be able to show her love and devotion to Hank in this unusual way. She was sure that this was far more than many others were ever willing to give.
And Hank? He enjoyed the spectacle and was very proud of his little hucow. He knew that it was a present that no other woman was willing to give.
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