Hello all. I am again working with Rebecca on this story. It is a departure from our usual stories in that it deals with a different fetish than our normal fare. Please be aware that this story has non-consensual sex, forced body modifications, drugs, and mind control. It is a dark story and if this is not your preferences please move on. It is a fantasy and...
Ch. 05 A new hucow is bred * 'I'll be out this afternoon, Jim. Charlie needs me to make a special farm inspecting. They produce milk, and need a hygiene certificate,' Doris explained, sounding full of self-importance. When the door was pulled behind her, the team gave a collective sigh of relief. The boss, Charlie, had done them a favour by getting her o...
In a dystopian future, women sell their bodies and their breast milk to help feed a starving populace. Desperation causes many women to sign up for a well paying job involving being impregnated and eventually milked. Anna opened her eyes but could only see blackness. A soft, silky blindfold covered the top half of her face. A ball gag was pressed between he...
Disclaimer: This literature is adult in nature. If you aren't an adult or mature enough to handle its contents please exit now. This work of fiction and themes discussed within are total fantasy and should be treated as such. Again this was written with the help and review of the lovely Aerielle. We both hope the readers enjoy it as much as we enjoyed work...
Please understand that while Hucow/Farmer relationships actually exist, they do not reflect the contents of this story. Pet play is a fun dynamic relationship, but all D/s relationships should be based in trust and consent. With that said, Lets dive into the fantasy world. -------------------- Tessa was a single county woman, daughter of a farmer, and tr...
Ch. 07 Bulls breeding a hucow After a few days living in a milking stall, Margaret worried that she might have been abandoned by Mathew, her boyfriend and master. He'd sent her for hucow training which she agreed to because he was her master, and had to be obeyed. As soon as she got to the farm, she was attached to a milking machine, which meant she couldn...
Slowly Clarisse settled into a routine. Breakfast in the morning, then lessons in the afternoon, milking later and then early to bed. Repeat the next day, with frequent trips to the doctor's and ample time for writing reports. She slowly got used to the constant flirting that all bulls and hucows seemed to do. The rules were different here on the farm, wit...
And here we are at the end of another mini-series. Not quite sure what got into me with this one...take it up with my muse I guess? But I had fun writing it and I hope you had fun reading it. I still like the hucow idea, so feel free to suggest things to me and I'll see if I can incorporate them into the story. All comments welcome! Fire away! ***** Si...
During the next few weeks he got used to the workings of the farm. It wasn't all fucking day in and day out - far from it. There were other tasks to perform on Brighton Farms, tasks that required his enhanced strength and stamina. New tanks had to be installed, old ones maintained. Food came in daily from the farms surrounding Brighton (normal farms, without...
I sit and wait patiently as my new hucow wakes up. I sit on the bench inside the rather cool barn with the hay on the ground cushioning my feet. I watch as my new hucow sits in her stable. She lays there sleeping strapped to her bondage rig in the room I locked her up on. It's almost sunrise as she lays there unable to move but not even trying to in her slum...