It’s time to CLEAN the HUCOWS!

All this MAY—Getting the Hucows Clean Inside and Out!

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Cleaning the Horny Hucow Inside and Out

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The book starts off like this:

Punishing cows was a reasonably regular event on the farm, but the purification of a cow caused quite a stir, and so even members from far away had flown in.

Scott, her handler, was assembling the needed materials. Her stomach dropped when he rolled out the stand and the bag for the enema. Her body began to jerk and pull at the restraints when she started to realize what “purification” meant entirely.

“ladies and gentlemen, before you today, we have a cow who requires purification. She hasn’t developed the ability to control herself yet, so we have restrained her up here for this display. Because this is her fourth punishment for the act of masturbation, she will have her body cleansed and then manipulated to the point of exhaustion by orgasm.” Scott laughed to himself and then proclaimed, “Luckily for you, but unluckily for her, the Master has proclaimed that she will receive no less than five orgasms while being cleared.”

Scott looked down at his charge with a rare hardness in his eyes. “Do you understand how hard that will be, cow? Your ass is to be full of liquid until you cramp. Then, you will be brought to the point of orgasm. Because you are powerful, we will have to go to, let’s say, girthy measures to ensure you keep the cleansing agent inside of you.”

Betty Ann began to feel the weight of the tears form behind her lids. She knew she had brought this on herself, but she was worried now.

Stroking her flank and leaning down to whisper, he said, “It’s too late for regrets, little one. I’m sure by the time this is all over, you’ll be glad we took these steps.”

Kissing her one last time, he drew back and hardened his eyes again. Looking directly at her, he shouted loud enough for the crowd to hear, “Bring out the milk and molasses enema and the size four plug.”

A gasp from the assembled group brought Betty Ann back to herself, and she began to pull and tug again at the restraints.

Scott fussed. “Oh, no. None of that. Looks like you need to be restrained by your tits, my dear. I cannot be of good conscience and let your bottom escape this punishment.” turning to address the crowd, he continued, “We have decided to start with milk and molasses because this cow insists on breaking the rules repeatedly. Perhaps the gas produced by this concoction will be sufficient to convince her to change her ways.”

He brought his hands to her breasts and began to rub his fingers over her nipples until they pebbled beneath his hand. Betty Ann thrashed beneath him when she saw the cruel clamps he intended to apply to them. They were shaped like clip-on earrings but with a wider base designed to accommodate the sensitive tip of a nipple.

The ones he chose had heavy rhinestones adorning the center and dangling almost to the floor. She whined as he flipped the closures and then tightened them down with a small screw.

“Now, those won’t go anywhere soon.” Grabbing both extensions, he pulled them up and unceremoniously let them drop with the weight of gravity. The tug elicited another high-pitched whine from Betty Ann, as it felt as if her nipples were being pulled off her body.

Reaching around to rub his hand through her slit, he held it aloft to show the crowd. “As you can see, this cow is unusually responsive to punishment. This was another reason the farm chose to purify her. Tonight, we will use her cunt to help bring her to orgasm, but the majority of her stimulation will come from the rear stimulation of the g-spot.”

To illustrate his point, Scott reached down and spread the two globes of her ass for the people surrounding her to inspect. “We’ll likely go in here with something like this.”

Dropping her ass, he picked up a hose and balloon from the table of equipment. “We all know how strong you are and how hard it will be for you to keep the cleansing fluid in for the entire time, so we are going to help you by using this to stop up your ass. He held the ballon aloft and began to pump it up before her. When it was approximately three inches across, he grinned.

“This is halfway, darling. Your ass is about to be filled and stretched. You will then orgasm until you leak from around this. Then, the setting will be adjusted, and you will be forced to do it all again. The final orgasm is usually painful enough to make you lose control of your bodily functions, so we have accounted for that.”

From there, he began.

Betty Ann hung her head as she felt the cold lube press inside her asshole. It started with his thumb, but soon, she could feel the intrusion of the hard rubber nozzle meant to fill her with milk and molasses. It was a vile solution, and the sadist had heated it to be slightly below body temperature. This made it react much faster and begin the slow expansion of her gut through the release of gas.

Scott pushed the silicone tube until it reached its desired depth. At that point, the expandable balloon was deeply embedded in her ass.

“Before I turn the valve and begin filling this cow with cleanser, I invite you to watch her face as I pump up this balloon to the first level.” He began pumping with his hand, and Betty Ann felt the ball swell.

A thickness began forming in her ass. It was heavy inside of her but also light. With each pump click, Betty Ann felt the balloon inflate a little bigger. After five or six pumps, Betty Ann’s mouth was agape, and she was vigorously pulling at the restraints to try to get to her clit. When her frustrated attempts ended in no friction, she hung her head and looked down at her massive breasts swinging below her. The rhinestones on her nipples were wet with milk as they began flowing from her.

Scott directed the crowd to her cunt. “As you can see. This is a very needy cow. Watch what happens as I fill her guts with the cleansing liquid.”

Sure enough, as the liquid descended from the bag into her plugged ass, she began to wiggle and squirm with the temperature of it. However, she also began clenching her pussy so that her nether lips quivered and glistened with her building arousal.

“Time to give this cow something to think about.” Scott brought Betty-Ann’s face to his, “That’s the first allotment, cow. You are taking it well, but I must admit that I am anxious to see actual tears fall from those eyes.” Picking up the paddle, he held it aloft for her to see.

“I think several strokes with this will help you understand the error of your ways. I know how much you enjoy your orgasms after spankings. I wonder how you will feel if there is no orgasm. Will you still love it just for the pain it gives you? I know I will love it for the milk I’ll extract from you after this session is over. You’ll be lucky if you see the light of day for a week. You’ll be attached to the machines so much.”

Betty-Ann braced herself as he stood behind her. “Because she will wear the hose during her strikes, I will focus on her upper thighs. Betty-Ann, nod when you are ready to begin.”

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Personal note: I outlined a new story. Thinking of doing a male harem Hucow varriation featuring a newly crowned ruler who has to get ready to attend her first intergalactic orgy. Of course, she’s a virgin, so she’ll need to employ some of the best sex coaches in the universe to prepare her. I’ve got about 1.5k right now, but the outline is complete.

2nd Personal Note: No more surgery. Got a second opinion on the back and the dude thinks we should try to wait this “inflamation in the spine” out. Not fun. Painful. Popping ibueprophen like tic-tacs trying to stay ahead of the pain and work at the same time. Appreciate any and all positive vibes. I used to go and do so much that I’ve told my partner that I’m going to get a shirt that says, “Yeah, I used to be able to physically do more, but now I have a SPINAL INJURY.” Just trying to avoid judegment but know it’s impossible.

Back to the FUN stuff!! Smutty Passage of the week.

In honor of this being:

…I’ve put together an oldie but a goodie :-).

This is from the Dominic and Rosie series…

“I am Your whore, Master. I am Your whore.” Rosie hung her head in resignation and embarrassment. The humiliation had to be a part of it. But it didn’t feel like humiliation when he made her do it. It felt like identification and libration of who she was deep down inside. She was a whore. She was also a wife, leader, and a damn good cook. Wanting to beg for his cock and his cum made her a whore, not a loser. It was simply acknowledging a big part of who she thought she was. She didn’t want to be everyone’s whore. She wanted to be his. Completely and his.  

“I know you are, my love. I just wanted to hear you say it. Now, wash yourself and the toy that has been up there for a while. I am ready to punish your ass, and I would like to get on with it.” With that, he patted her on the same sore spot he had swatted earlier, making her wince. As she tottled off to the bathroom to start his cleaning regime, she heard opening the cabinet and testing the cane with simply horrendous swishes.  

Thoroughly cleaning her ass before anal sex was something she realized her desire for it quickly when Dominic expressed his interest in claiming her there. After playing around with some smaller toys, he had told her that she was unique in that she could orgasm anally as some women struggled to orgasm that way. When Dominic had discovered this, he was elated. Anal was by far the lesser favorite of her orifices, but it just offered up such variety in combination. Not only that but by punishing her asshole, he upped the orgasm for her. She, indeed, was perfect.

She had learned that saline worked best for cleaning her dark passage, so she began the process with an internal rinse and ended with a quick soak in the tub to clean herself. As she lowered herself into the bathtub, Dominic appeared carrying a tray. Rosie thought of the sting of the water against the spot he had chosen to torment earlier. Setting it down on her vanity, she could smell ginger from a small bowl in the array.  

“Now, darling, While you soak that pretty bottom and get it ready, I will prepare your mind for what I am about to do to you. You already know the history and “old time” uses of figging on horses and enslaved people and the like, but what I want you to consider is this. I am going to use this. “ he held up a root of ginger that was about three inches long and an inch wide. It had been peeled and carved with a flare in one end to keep it from going up inside of her, “You are going to put this in your rectum. It is going to burn you like fire, my sweet Rosie. Oh, how you will cry. But it will do no permanent damage, so you will keep it in for three minutes before I start your punishment spanking. Unfortunately for you, I want you to keep it in for your strokes—all of them. Every time you clench your gorgeous red cheeks, it will torment you with its burn just a little more. Perhaps you can learn not to clench so much and take your spankings better, hmm? Maybe two birds with one stroke, as it were?”

Rosie felt her stomach drop. She looked down into the water and wondered what she had gotten herself into. This might be more than she could take. She had never used her safeword with him but honestly didn’t know if she could.  

“Rethinking your dilemma, my love? Good. Perhaps you will not allow your ass to go unfucked for so long in the future. Now. I’m tired of waiting. Stand up, turn around, and spread your cheeks. When you get into position on your couch, I’ll start the timer, but the ginger goes in now, and you may not go to your punishment couch wet. No need to speak, just do it, slut.”

Rosie got up, dripping from the water, and bent over to give her master access to her ass. She pulled her cheeks apart and sighed as the cold ginger root pierced her tight ring. As it slid into place deep in the recesses of her bowels, she could feel the ginger root streak a line of heat deep inside her. It started as a cold intrusion and quickly warmed. Soon, a molten ingot of heat was inside her, and she wanted nothing more for it to be removed. But begging was hard; it was so hard for her. Then she remembered saying precisely she needed part of his regime and training.   

The burn was starting to hurt now. She quickly got her towel and dried off. In her ass, she struggled not to clench the offending object. But, when she clenched, her clit got a little bit of pressure. So the ginger was truly horrible as it made her pay for just gleaning pleasure from the situation with a stabbing heat in her ass. She started to swing her hips involuntarily, moving in time with the heartbeat she could feel deep in her guts, corresponding to the burn from the root.  

“Well done, whore. Now, lean over so that your tits are hanging off the side. While we are waiting for the timer to go off, I’m going to see if I can put those nipples through a little treatment. Hold yourself up so that I can get to them now.”

Rosie thought only of willing herself not to clench her ass. How could it still be getting hotter? She moved to get her arms out before her and had to change positions to get herself forward. Fire raced through her entire being. Her head flew up, and tears threatened to enter her mouth as she searched for him. Surely this was destroying her ass. Undoubtedly, she would be harmed by this; the pain was too great.  

“I know, enslaved person. I know.” Dom took a seat right in front of her at eye level and, grabbed both of her nipples harshly and began to twist. The twisting made her want to clench even more, forcing her to relax into the pain from her breasts voluntarily. “I know, “it burns, it hurts,” he said mockingly. Then, giving a swift tug to her already tortured nipples, he whispered, “And you love every bit of it.” Kissing her deeply, he reached for clover nipple clips. I’m using these, slave, because they tighten when you pull at them.” Roughly tugging her nipples, he cruelly snapped the clamp down on her reddened nubs. By this time, she was openly sobbing. “Not over yet, slave. Since I know you like to squirm, and I figure it will be worse tonight, I’m going to tie you up by those sweet tits of yours. See, the chain from the clamps loops around the rope I usually use for your feet. If you move too much, you are going to rip those poor little nipples right off. Or, at least, you will feel like you do if you try to get too far out of position.”

As the clamps pulled her nipples down, she did her best to hold her position with her ass over the side of the chaise lounge. She bit her bottom lip as she fought between the pain in her tits and the ever-rising heat in her ass. She was squirming badly when she saw Dominic pull out the implement drawer and select the wooden spoon—his favorite. Well, at least it wasn’t the cane.

Dominos swished the wooden spoon through the air, near enough for her to hear it. He honestly enjoyed the little thing. Although it came from the “household” section, he thought its versatility and ability to make her cry was worth the crossover. He could weld like a madman, peppering her upper thighs, fleshy butt, and sides. Or, he could be specific, targeting her sit spots and hitting them over and over and over until she was nothing but a screaming mass of tears and sobs.   

The moment he lived for was when her body relaxed into the blows and didn’t resist them anymore when she stuck out her ass further and begged him to make her scream harder.  

As the timer finally went off, he aimed the first strokes at the tops of her thighs. Quick smacks landed with intakes of breath from her. They weren’t that intense.  

“Now, whore. You could say I will deliver these next swats with a bit more heat. Hold still.”

As the first stroke landed across her ass, she felt herself clench, and a streak of lightning started in her ass and ran directly to her clit. She felt a white-hot flame of pain deep within her bowels. It itched, it burned, it felt like she wanted to turn her insides out and rub herself to get rid of the horrid root. At the same time, she had jerked up from the shock, and her tits were now screaming in pain as the bite of the clamps tugged them.  

“I warned you about clenching and moving too much, slut. Now, I’m going to light your ass up. No need to count. These are more for me than you. Prepare yourself.”

Rosie took a deep breath and tried not to think of the ache deep in her gut and her neglected clit. She spread her legs a little and got a sharp smack on her thigh.

“I’ll do your clit soon enough. Stay for me.” He flicked the wretched stick to smack her newly exposed slit. She yelped and got back into position, trying desperately to keep the pull off her tormented nipples and her burning ass in the air. It was starting to be too much. Her ass was in a puddle of pain, her tits were stretched and pinched, and every time she clenched to try to get some pressure on her clit, her ass flared in agony even more.

He lit into her ass with a quick succession of strokes applied to her buttocks and her upper thighs. She was unable to control her squirming as he started the second round on her sit spots, and she finally pulled free of the nipple clamps with a yelp.  

Dominic stopped and got a glass of water from the table beside the chaise lounge. “Put them back on, slave.” He chugged the water as he watched her carefully hold her prone body over the lounge and roll her tender nipples to attach the biting clamps, grimacing as they claimed her nipples and pulled them taught beneath her.  

Dominic was not without sympathy, but he was watching her involuntarily wiggle her ass back and forth, trying to dislodge the assaulting ginger. He laughed, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

“Are you so desperate not to beg for my cock in your ass? By my estimation, you should have started begging me about two minutes ago. Don’t you want my cock, little one? Wouldn’t my cock help relieve that horrible pain for you?”

Rosie was almost precisely at the right point internally. She was in complete and total agony, with the majority of her erogenous zones getting attention. She wanted it to be over, she thought, but the uncertainty must have been in her voice. “Yes, Master. Please. Will you use my ass? Please put your thick cock in my tight hole and fuck this pain out of me. Please, Master.”

“Oh, that was sweet, slave. So sweet.” He kissed her deeply again and looked her dead in the eye. 

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Man, Bear or why I don’t get the whole internet question thing.

So, bears live in the woods. I expect them there.

I hike a lot. Like a lot a lot. I have run into many, many, many men on the trail. Sometimes, I’ve been alone; sometimes with friends.

I have also run into ONE bear. I did not see them, but I did smell them—very distinctly.

I expect to see men on trails around me and hate that this question has misrepresented the situation to justify hatred.

Because the real question is, who would you rather encounter where you would not expect them?

Woods, off trail—I expect to see a bear. Heck, I expect to see them on trail when I’m in “they house.”

Woods, on trail—I expect to see men. Lots of men. They are usually hiking and paying attention to what they are doing.

Woods, off trail—I do not expect to see another human. Any human in the woods off trail—I’m afraid because they are not supposed to be there. Period.

The story is being used to justify misanthropy. That pisses me off.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a feminist. Read my stuff and I do not hide it.

I have a problem painting all men in this light. Any human where they are not supposed to be is scarier than a bear “in the bear’s house.”

End of Rant.

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An hour later, she awoke to the servant girl rubbing a fragrance cream on her legs and back. Her breasts were heavy and felt slightly sore to the touch. She squeezed them and got a delicious thrill up her spine. The cream awoke new things inside her, and she felt a particular…thirst. The plug snug deep inside her was keeping her deliciously on edge. The orchard and the lotion smelled so good, and she felt so wonderfully full; she wanted to curl right back up and sleep with lovely dreams of naughty things, but the petit woman would have none of that.

“You must wake up now, miss. It is time to clean and prepare you for the big boss. Master Jason said that you would see him tonight. It’s quite a treat, miss. Not every new girl gets to meet him. I’ll need to ensure you are in perfect condition to be presented to him.”

From there, Christina walked with Susan to a nearby grotto with a spring, benches, and what looked like a small medical cart. As she sat down, a few other people came drifting by from their loungers and walked closer when they saw the activity.

“Now, Susan. We are going to remove your plug and clean your nasty bottom. You will need to bend over this bench here and spread your buttocks. Once the plug is out, I’ll start your enema. We always use natural spring water here for cleansing because it contains healing properties and salts that will prepare you better for the use that you will endure later this evening. The only problem is that it is pretty cold and slightly stingy because of the salts. “
Susan reddened as she heard what was in store for her and glanced around. Was she going to have to do this here? In the open? It was a beautiful spot with flowers and plants, and the trickling water made everything seem out of a fairy tale. Was she supposed to bend over here, open her rear hole for everyone, and then have herself cleaned? Here?
Christina pulled her to the bench and had her face down and kneel. By this time, several people were gathering and beginning to sit down. Some of the people were starting to address Christina with questions.

“Who is she, Christina, darling? Is she new?”

“Where on earth did they find such a lovely creature? This one looks like a master Jason pick. He certainly has the eye, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, look, she has been stretched. Is that a number 8, Christina? Wow. Pliable thing, isn’t she?”

“And look, her breasts are leaking already, and you haven’t done anything to the poor dear—well, you haven’t done anything yet, right, Christina?” A chorus of chuckles resounded around the small pavilion.

Christina bent down and whispered into her ear. “Now, Miss, everyone is watching. Please do what I ask you to do. The crowd can get cruel with new cows if they don’t behave.”

Susan sighed and reached back, with Christian’s urging, and pulled her cheeks apart. The petit woman immediately took hold of the large plug and began to draw. Susan’s tight hole had settled around the plug and gripped the narrow neck tightly, refusing to relinquish the larger bulb.
“It’s okay, miss. You seem to have a very tight grip. “Christina then placed both her tiny hands around the base of the plug right against Susan’s puckered ring. Slipping two fingers around it like a hook, she jerked upwards quickly and firmly. She watched as Susan’s asshole stretched and pulled out, trying to loosen it enough to let go of the plug. Finally, after several seconds of moving the massive intrusion back and forth, her tight ring gave way, and it pulled free. Susan felt her shoulders sag with relief at feeling the stretch stop, but she also felt empty and slightly sad that she was barren. Her ears were greeted with sounds of soft applause from the onlookers. Startling comments about the size of the plug filled the air. Susan only wanted to be filled up again and more. She looked down at her mammoth breasts hanging over the edge of the bench. The anal stimulation had caused her to start leaking milk. The serum must last longer than just a few minutes. She wondered if she would spread everywhere and how she would manage that.

She was lost in thought and felt Christina move behind her and spread her hole for the crowd again. The hose for the enema was hard and uncomfortable as it opened her stretched ring and made its way up into her lower colon.

“How much does the dear have to hold, Christina?” A familiar voice came from just over her left ear. Almost half a second later, she realized where she knew the voice.

Susan clenched her entire body–Mr. Copple? A gasp erupted from the crowd as the enema hose shot out of her taut asshole and landed at her feet, spraying salt water on her and the closest spectators.

Christina was working to secure the equipment and pass
out the towels to the guest as Susan was left to bury her head into her bosom in shock and shame. What the heck was Mr. Copple doing here?

A warm hand glided up her thigh to her buttocks and lower back. The hand stopped at her upper back, and she felt the pressure as the owner leaned close to her ear. Then, softly, she heard the voice of her boss directly over her.

“With a show like that, you will surely be a star, my dear. Nice to see you here, Miss Evans. I had always hoped Jason would help you. If you have any questions, you can consider your old job with me terminated. I’m seriously wondering how you will perform with your new duties.”
Susan gasped and started to cry–she didn’t know why.

Maybe the tears poured from the shame, the embarrassment, the anger at how she had just been fired in front of a stupid audience? Mr. Copple leaned back and surveyed her naked and exposed body opened up before him.

“I must say, I much prefer to support your employment here rather than at my office. Here, I can fuck you to my heart’s content. That’s all so taboo in office life, you know? So yes. You’ll be a much better employee here than you were for me. But don’t get it wrong, girl. You will be working for me, and I will delight in finally getting to abuse all the milk out of those luscious breaths of those. You see, I have a theory that in some cows, the amount of pain they can endure greatly increases the nutritional value of the milk. So you see, you and I will spend some extensive hours together soon now that I know you are here.”

“Mr. Copple, I swear, I put those papers on your deck last night.” Susan surprised herself by talking about the job incident after he had spoken to her. Maybe he would go easier on her if he didn’t blame her. She didn’t know; she was grasping at straws. She only had a moment to reflect on this awkward situation before she heard Christina say, “That was an excellent sign for tonight, Susan. The boss is going to love you. And look,” she pointed to the river of milk flowing from her breasts and down towards the spring in the cave’s floor. “You, my sister, have potential here. Now, get back into position so we can finish this part.” Christina got back in front of Susan and knelt at eye level.

Then, speaking to the assistant who had re-threaded the hose up Susan’s ass, she said, “Do a half a liter. Jason wants to ensure she is squeaky clean for the big boss.” A gaggle of mild surprise greeted this. This was slightly unusual.

Christina looked up and over Susan’s shoulder to the crowd and seemed to be speaking to those in the front row, who were back further than they had started. “She also has to do extra salts, so it should be a good show.” Another low murmur followed. Susan could hear Mr. Copple chuckle on the edge of the front row.

“Miss, I’m going to turn on the salts now. I’m only asking you to hold it for three minutes. The longer you hold it, the better it works. Here we go.” She turned the valve, moved to face Susan, kneeled, and held her hands. When she made eye contact again, she said, “Just look at me and try to hold it as long as you can.”

At first, it felt like a cold rush of water entering her bottom. It didn’t hurt at all; it was just startlingly frigid. Then, after a few seconds of warming up, her abdomen started cramping. She quickly grasped Christina’s hands and looked deeply into her eyes. There, she found solace but no concern. She was obviously in no danger.

At one minute, she started to sweat. It was harder for her to maintain eye contact. Her belly churned and ached as the liquid burbled and gurgled in her abdomen. A cold sheen of water coated her skin, and she shut her eyes to concentrate on keeping the liquid.

After a minute, she started to moan from the cramps. It took everything she had to concentrate on keeping herself closed and resisting the call of her body to evacuate her bowels. Listening to the chatter around her gave her even more incentive.

“Three crowns she doesn’t make in three minutes, poor things. Christina must have tripled the salt dose…look at how she is sweating at the one-minute mark.”

“She is putting up a brave fight, though. Look how her little sphincter is simply shaking from the strain of keeping all that in.”

Susan closed her eyes and concentrated. She thought about how full she felt and how good it would feel to finally release the contents. Yes, it would be horrible in front of all these people, but she could feel that soon biology would take over, and she would be helpless to release her bowels for all these people to see and bet over. Well, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her fail.

“Two minutes. You can do this, miss,” Christina whispered as she gripped Susan’s hand. Then, trying to distract herself, she looked around the room. Immediately her eyes fell upon a man of what seemed to be a mixture of descent. His hair was jet black, and his eyes matched. His mocha-colored skin crinkled into smile lines around his eyes as he met Susan’s gaze. His stripes made him appear mature and aloof, but the wink he gave her had the opposite effect. That boyish glint made her heart race and her cunt clench.
As the timer passed the three-minute mark, the crowd gasped and applauded. She had done it! But now what? As if reading her mind, Christina helped lift her by her shoulders and set her bottom to hang over what appeared to be a freshly opened drain. Just as she felt her bottom touch the seat, the seal of the tight ring broke from the movement and poured solution all down into the gutter.

Christina and her assistant were quick to take their positions. Christina put her two fingers on Susan’s clit and rubbed in tiny tight circles. Her assistant grabbed her by both of her nipples. She pinched very forcefully and pulled Susan’s breasts out and up. Sucking in a deep breath, Susan fought as a deep groan formed in her throat. She could feel her cunt clenching and clamping shut around nothing.

The man from earlier slowly walked forward to her as she gasped and fought the last strands of her modesty to keep her orgasm in check, but as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, the assistant gave a vicious tug of her nipples, causing milk to flow down over her body. Christina doubled her efforts, and she came harder than ever before.

She could roll her eyes back into her head. Then, erupting in a shout, she saw Mr. Copple, out of the corner of her eye, lead the crowd in a soft round of applause. Stars appeared behind her eyelids, and then there was a plain field of black as she hovered right out of true consciousness’ reach.

The assistant put away the equipment, and Christina appeared in Susan’s weary vision. “Just relax, miss. You’ve done well. We are taking you back to the grove to rest. You have no more obligations until the Master visits you this evening. Paul? Paul, come over and carry her back to her lounger. Make sure she has a pillow and a blanket and rub her feet to help her uterus contract to where she must be tonight.”

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This story comes from Susan’s Humiliating Hucow Abduction. It’s book number five in the Susan’s Humiliating Hucow Series. This book is available at the above retailers and Amazon for the LOW price of 2.99. Enjoy this spicy nugget from the book!

A heavy clank of the turning lock later, and Susan heard a voice she recognized she was sure she recognized.  Without opening her eyes, she focused on relaxing her body and playing unconscious.  

“What is she doing over there?  Frankie.  Pick her up and put her on the rail.” Copple walked over and squated in front of her.  

“Oh, the riches you are going to make us, cow.  Whether you want to or not.”

The bull named Frankie picked her up like a ragdoll and slung her over his shoundar.  Susan reminded herself to relax her limbs and go limp.  The advantage of being conscious when they thought she was not was a small advantage, but definately one she didn’t want to squander. 

Placing her over the rail, Frankie was careful to spread her labia so that her clit rested right against the cold metal.  It made her cringe internally, but she resolved not to let them see any of that.  

When she was in place, Mr. Copple attached the milking equiptment with little ceremony.  It was almost as if enslaving a woman against her will  were part of everyday normal operations.   He hed the suction devices close to her engorged tits so that they sucked in her nipples into the vaccum and held them in a small chamber while they were pumped for milk.  It felt nothing like Master Jason’s skilled hands, but it seemed her body didn’t really know the difference.  Her breasts were enlarged because she had not been milked in a while.  She was overflowing and the slightest touch made her want to wiggle herself on the rail until she came.  

“Will you need the whips, boss?”  The one named Frankie had just finished placing her ropped hands in front of her on a hook to keep her in place on the rail.  

“No.  Not this time.  Bring me the Lexan paddle and wake her up.”  

Susan heard the crack of a vial and soon smelt the distinctive smell of salts under her nose.  liftng her head away from the offending aroma, susan found herself looking directly in the eyes of Mr. Copple.  

“There you are.  I’m so sorry it had to go down like this, Susan.  I only want to bring you to your full potential.”  Copple was resting his hand on her flank and rubbing her.  It felt revolting, but she tried to hide all that.  

“I’m going to have to whip you now.  I truly regret I cannot fuck you right now, but the men I work for will not allow that.  I’m going to have to content myself with marking up that beautiful rump of yours.”  He showed her the paddle.  It was clear plastic and had several nasty looking holes drilled into it.  She had never seen a paddle like this, but it looked horribly painful.  Despite her best efforts, her eyes widened.  

“Yes, this is a painful one.  Heavy impact play.  Oh, how the cows and bulls like to howl when use this on them.  It is my hope that it becomes one of your faovirts, but enough with the preabmle.  The machines are going and it’s time I paid you back for all the trouble you’ve been.”

He rared back and landed a heavy smack onto Susan’s backside.  Her entire ass light up with fire.  The paddle both smacked her skin with a painful clap and mannaged to push her clit forward and down onto the harsh rail.  

Although Copple seemed to like painplay, he was incredibly bad at it, Susan reflected as the blows reigned down on her upturned ass.  He was using force but was hitting her on the meat of her ass.  If he would move down to her sit spots or even her upper thighs, she might be crying, but the way it was, his hits were hard but lacking any fun placement.  

On the third smack, Susan noticed that her cunt was weeping over the rail.  She did not want to give Copple the satifaction of oragamsing, but by the firfty blow, she was loosing the fight.  The suction on her tits was a constant cha-chug in her ears delightfully tugging at her now elongated nipples.  And when the six strike pushed her clit even further up the rail, she lifted her feet and gave herself the most wonderful pressure on her center.  

Copple saw her body twitch and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head with a very strong orgasm.  He looked over to see the machines pumping at maximum capacity.  Smiling to himself, he knew this was it. She was what he needed.  Sure she was reluctant now, but as Copple pulled out his penis to releive the pressure that started when he began her beatingh, he thought about all the money he was going to make.  Surely she would come around when she realized the wealth she would enjoy with him.  

Susan’s mind was a beautiful orgasm blur.  Part of her was torn having to been made to cum in this fashion with copple, but another part of her was blissfully basking in the glow of her red ass and sore cunt.  Still another part of her wanted to have her clit sucked on even more by someone talented.  Maybe that Sammy girl would be good.  

Thinking of Sammy brought Susan’s mind back to Tammy and the danger she was in here in this place.  As she watched Mr. Copple masterbate over her raw ass, she again looked out the window.  The bulls had finished fucking the cows locked in the stocks and a new group of bulls was being ushered in behind them.  It looked like the process was about to start all over again.  All Susan could think was on those poor cows and bulls.  She had to do something. This was too horible to continue. 

Susan did her best to appear bored as he spilt his seed all over her backside and back.  She looked ahead at her hands in front of her an noticed a small fray in the rope from her efforts with the glass earlier.  

From behind her, Copple let out a small chuckle.  “Don’t worry, Susan.  Soon, you and I will have much more, uh, freedom to get the results I want.  If I’ve planned things right, we can finally have an end to all those fussy cows that want all those expensive amenities.”

Her head was spinning with the implications when the door opened.

“Master Copple, you have a vistor in the yard.  The boss has said you need to come at once.”  The feminine voice drifted through Susan’s ears as her brain worked hard to focus on controling yet another orgasm building in her core.  

“I imagine they have discovered her missing, Frankie.  Might as well get this over with. Good thing I’ve got that post-nut clarity, huh,” Susan’s former boss loomed over her and grabbed her hair on the top of her head.  Pulling her face to his, he said, “I hope you are worth this much trouble, my dear.  You better be. Come, Frankie.”  He dropped her back to the rail and left the room. 

As soon as the door closed, Susan’s eyes slit open.  Sure enough, they had left her alone attached to the machine.  Her hands were still tied, but she started working the rope back in forth across the hook focusing on the a small fray from earlier.

After a few minutes of work, the rope snapped in the weak spot and Susan lifted herself off of the rail.  Detaching the suction cups from her tits, she gently massaged swollen breasts. 

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It has been a long story for Susan and her humiliating hucow journey. At last check, Susan and her virginity were going up for auction at McCrery Farms. Now that Master Jason has put her through her orgasms and milking in front of everyone, it’s time for Susan to conduct her line of questioning for the suitors. As the men prepare for Susan to challenge every last thing they think they know about hucows, they are lead to the grotto so that she may conduct their interviews. After all, a good hucow needs to know all about the orgasms that await her if she is to make a wise decision about her fate.

However, when Mr. Blue reaches for the cane, will Susan be able to take the escalation?

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As he brought his hands up, he addressed the crowd.  “Gentlemen, I have brought this cow here to be punished.  She is guilty of the crime of pleasuring herself during milking.  This cow is a repeat offender and therefore has been brought before you to teach a lesson.”  

Turning back to Betty-Ann, he held up a hose attached to a bag filled with a clear liquid.  “This is Castile soap, with a very special additive, a slight touch of peppermint oil.  Not only will this clean your nasty bottom so that the men her may use you, it will produce a delicious burn that may just help you remember to keep your hands off yourself when asked.”

With little more ceremony, the guards walked Betty-Ann into position and held her there while the top was closed over her hands and her neck.  The MC came up and began assembling the milking apparatus that he was going to attach to her hanging milky globes.  The crowd gasped as he expertly rubbed and pinched her nipples and aereola until the milk expressed ran down his fingers in rivulets.  

Turning to the machine, he grabbed the suction cups and quickly lifted each breast by the nipple.  Tugging her nippled into the machine, the MC then turned up the pressure until Betty-Ann began to sway and move her hips looking for any type of friction.  

“As you can see, this cow is extremely aroused.  Come around and I’ll show you.”  

The men dutifully got their drinks and meandered to where they could see her bent over rear.

Pulling her cheeks apart, caused a small rivulet of liquid to escape her glistening slit and roll down her leg.  

“This passage is open to be fucked now, my friends.  Would anyone like to make use before we get started with her official punishment regime?”  

One gentleman came forward and placed his drink on the table next to the stocks. He worked on his belt as two assistants came from the side to unzip his pants.  Betty-Ann assumed they were his personal slaves even though they were male.  When his dick was removed from his pants, he motioned for the assistants to take their places.  

“Open your mouth, whore.”  He shoved his half hard cock into her mouth.  Reasoning that she might be able to cum if he fucked her, Betty-Ann went to work on his cock with the fury of a thousand suns.  

She slurped and sucked the large member even though the restraints of the stocks didn’t allow her much movement of her head.  

As she licked his thick penis, his assistants had cmopletly removed his pants and taken position kneeling around their master.  On was behind him holding open his cheeks and rimming him while the other simply cradled his master’s balls in his hand and occasionally gave a gentle but well timed squeeze.  

After was completely hard, the first man changed positions and went to mount her from the rear.  He stroked himself twice, lined up with her hole, and then dove into her so fast it made her head spin.  The mushroom head of his dick tapped her g-spot slowly at first, but as the pumping of the milking machine echoed in her ears, she felt him match it’s rhythm and speed.  

She was being sucked and fucked at the same time.  Each time the suction cups clamped down on her tits, he nudged her g-spot with his dick.  Squeeze, nudge, squeeze, nudge.

After only a few moments of this, she came.  Squirting all down her leg and wetting the groin of the man fucking her.  

With all the liquid, he increased his pace and finished inside of her just as she was coming down from her high.  

The next few men took their turns, Betty-Lou was averaging an orgasm a man, so she was happy.  The thought of the enema scared her, but she was starting to become even more aroused than before.  While climaxing yet again on the hard dick in her snatch, she forgot completely about what was to come.

After the last man had his turn, Betty-Lou saw the men return to their chairs surrounding the stage.  Some had slaves, others were solitary.  The slaves were busy cleaning their Masters’ cocks, while the men alone were simply laying back and stroking themselves and the MC made to take the punishment to the next level. 

“Now that we have had some fun there, it’s time to get her cleaned up so that we can utilize her anal passage completely.  Can’t have her getting us dirty, can we?”

The crowd chuckled as the cold silicone tube slipped past her tight ring and pushed its way up into her guts.  

When the MC turned the nozzle open, Betty-Lou felt the warm contents of the enema fill her bottom.  It immediately  began to itch deep inside of her. 

She thought that would be the worse of it until the clamps started.  

The bloating was a feeling of tightness blosseming in her guts.  It was only uncomfortable, but Betty-Lou knew the goal was for her to be in pain. As the gas from the soap and oil  built up in the abdomen, it caused her stomach to expand. 

“Look, gentlemen, she’s starting to be a little distended from the volume this solution.  I’m thinking this will be a good place to hold for a moment and let her feel the weight of her decisions.”

The cramps involuntarly contractions began to cause sharp a sharp pain to spread in her core. It felt like some one was a squeezing or twisting her insides. She knew if the stocks weren’t holding her up, she would collapse into a heap on the floor.

Betty-Lou’s breathing was starting to become short.  The sensation of pressure and fullness in the abdomen made it difficult to breathe deeply or even wiggle her bottom freely.

“While this cow is waiting for the cleansing power of the soap and oil to work on her bottom, I thought we might try to collect some milk from her manually.  Remove the suction cups and lets have some fun with those milk filled tits.”

A cheer from the crowd distracted Betty-Lou from the itch that had turned into a burn deep inside of her.  When the cups from the machine were pulled off, the cold air hit her and made her hanging nipples pebble.  

The men were very interested in her breasts.  She didn’t know what could be in it for them until she saw a male slave approach her, kneel down and begin milking her tits slowly and methodically.  Her milk was so full and heavy it poured out of her and into a mother of pearl dish he set below her.  Carrying it back to his Master, Betty-Lou watched as the slave poured the cream into his mouth while stroking his Master’s penis.  

The next man to approach her was much more rough with her tender breasts.  He grabbed them and began squeezing right at the nipple.  It was more of a pinch and made her cold hard tips hurt even deeper.  He made a little game of picking up the weight of her breast by her nipple and then dropping  it back down to watch it bounce against the gravity where they were suspended from her bent over body.  

After that, two men approached her and knelt to bring their mouths to her breasts.  Using their hands to knead and press on her, the looked into each other’s eyes as they swallowed gulp after gulp of sweet cream.  

Betty-Lou’s bottom was full of the wicked solution now and the tender affection of these two Master’s made her cunt clench and leak.  She wiggled her bottom, only to receive a sharp smack from the MC. 

“Stay still cow.  They are not finished with you yet.”

The next man came up and began squeezing her mounds to make the milk expel at a faster rate.  He then took hold of the nipple and aimed it at the the MC.  Soon, a milk fight erupted between the MC and the man using her breasts to squirt each other with her milk.  By the time they were finished, they were laughing and had their faces covered in creamy milk.  Several slaves appeared to lick the cream from their faces as Betty-Lou squirmed and wiggled in the stocks with the firefly soap enema doing it’s job.  

She felt like she was going to explode the caustic liquid all over herself, and she imagined how it would look when her ass powerfully shot out the soap she had been forced to hold through the torment of her breasts.  

“Prepare yourselves, gentlemen.  I’m going to release the pressure on the balloon in her ass and allow that soap out of her guts.  Let’s hope it does it’s job and cleans her out so that we can use that passage.”

“Are you ready, my dear?”  He took a last moment to lift her face to his with his finger.  Betty-Lou frantically nodded as pinpricks of tears started to form behind her eyes. The MC finally released the valve and she felt the hot liquid rush out of her ass and flow down her legs.  

The crowd gave a light round of applause and she heard movement around her as the men stood and began to approach the stage like a hungry pack of wolves.  Most had their dicks out, but those that didn’t were unzipping on their way up to the stage.  

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I do love Susan’s Humiliating Hucow Inspection. I’ve thought of developing a relationship with Mr. Blue (our BDSM expert featured in this installment of her saga).

I’m feeling better and working in my original field more and more. I’m currently searching for the new balance between writing and that field.

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“Miss, it’s time to get ready for the boss.” Paul was gently rocking her shouldar.  

Susan sat up and stretched.  Her body felt so good.  It was like she had slept for eight hours and awoken feeling ten years younger.  Susan was worried she would be sore from all the orgasms and ordeals of earlier, but there wasn’t a trace of soreness or pain.  The only word she could think of to describe it was “invigorated.”  Paul was kneeling and putting small delicate slippers on her feet.  

“Oh, Paul.  I feel so good!!  Wow!”  Susan stretched again and gave what may have been the biggest yawn of her life.  “Talk about a power nap.”

“From what I hear from the other cows, serum is like that, miss.  It revs you up and gives you the milk, but it is also restorative.  Apparently, your body treats the milk like a self contained fountain of youth for your cells. You should probably get used to feeling this way, miss.  It’s pretty normal around here.”

Susan chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip.  “Paul, you said you work with the more mature cows in the morning.  If milk is like a fountain of youth, why do cows still age?  And what happens if and when a cow stops producing?”

“So many questions that would be better suited for the big man himself; although I warn you miss, he is a stern man who can come off as cruel from time to time.  But I promise, everything I’ve seen in my four short weeks tells me that he will really like you.”  Paul finished up fussing with her shoes and extended his hand to help her up.  

“We are going up to the castle, so it is a bit of a ways and uphill the entire way.”  He gesticulated to the mammoth plantation style building visible on the lawn.  The rough cobblestone path up was lined in old growth oak trees and flowering shrubs immaculately manicured.  The white columns wrapping around the porch glistened in the late afternoon dusk. 

Just then, she saw a horse and carriage emerge from the side of the stables and turn towards them.  As it approached, she heard Paul beside her, “Oh, I do love this part.  It’s all just so…romantic.”  Susan’s brain began to twist slightly.  She was on a farm, preparing herself to be set up in a life of luxery and health, if she only gives over her entire body to these people and their product.  True, it was exhilerating to know that her milk gave life sustaining and powerful properties that were more vaulable than gold, but at what cost?  So far, she had been forced to orgasm on a metal bar and have a pubic enema.  If that wasn’t the definition of weird, she didn’t really know what was.  

But on the other hand, everyone here had been so kind to her.  She had literally been treated like a queen.  Like someone valued and worshiped.  I guess, she figured, the milk produced from her body did deserve that and then she in turn got credit for being the body that produced that.  She was about to be anally penetrated by a man for the first time and she could feel the fear begin to churn in the pit of her stomach. If the propertyies of the milk were true, she would sustain no lasting damage, but still.  As big as he was rumored to be, there would still probably be damage to her ass and body tonight.  

She thought back to the milking room and the smack that Jason delivered to her bare bottom and how it has startled and excited her.  Yes, it had hurt, but it had also put her over the edge and into one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced.  

Again, bewilderment and confusion seemed to reign as the exquisite carriage made its way to the path in front of them.  When she drew near, she noticed that there were two unique seats in the carriage.  The first one was up front with the driver.  The second was located in the center of the carriage and looked like a sort of stool with a saddle affixed to the top.  There was a bar for her to hold on to, but the height of the pillar made it impossible for her to touch the ground once she was astride.  Realizing her predicament, Susan made a closer inspection of the saddle and noticed that sure enough, there was a slot to hold a plug.  

“Go ahead and bend over, Susan.  Spread your pretty cheeks and let me insert this plug.  Trust me, it’s so much easier than lowering yourself.  I can get it over with quickly; I worry you will hesitate and make it hurt even more.  Now, bend, sister.”  Lubing up the plug, Paul held it up for her inspection.  It was longer than the one they had used on her before and more narrow.  This one would penetrate her deeply, but keep her passage narrow.  The only real thickness to the thing was at the bottom to make the base flare.  Paul quickly and forcefully shoved it home as soon as Susan pulled cheeks apart.  The shock sent her realing forward with such momentum that Paul had to steady her with his hand on her shoulder. Susan stayed bent to catch her breath as Paul stroked her back to sooth her.  “I’m sorry, dear, but trust me, it’s the best way we know with things like this.  I’m just going to warn you.  The trip up to the castle will be quite, uh, well, intense is sometimes the best way to put it.  The cobblestones make the ride quite jarring.  My best advice is to relax and let your body move with the plug. The ride will not only prepare you for tonight, it will give you a taste of what our Master can do to you if you decide to make things more…complicated.  That’s exactly what he wants for tonight–acceptance of your fate.  Well, acceptance of your fate and to fuck your ass till the bed is a pile of kindling.  Now, climb on up and I will fit the plug in the saddle.  There’s usually quite a crowd for a cow’s first precession.  Do try to be brave.  The ones who cry are…frowned upon. This is your life and your fate.  As you accept it, you accept your new life as a hucow of the MaCrary Ranch.”

Susan nodded and felt the full weight of her body shift from her feet to her crotch.  The plug dug into her ass and there was no way to avoid or alleviate the intrusion.  She used her hands to hold on to the bar in front and adjust her weight.  If she pulled slightly, she noticed that she could rock forward just enough to put pressure on her clit.  Discreetly, she reached down and opened her lips so that her little bundle rested directly on the rough seam in the leather.  Within minutes, the carriage departed with Susan balanced on the platform. 

As the wheels bumped and spun towards the mansion, she could feel the friction aggravate her core.  The long plug jostled deep inside her.  The cobble stones made if forcefully shift around in side of her, hitting all kinds of unexpected depths and angles.  

True to his word, there were several patrons lining the path to the mansion.  Women and men in modified ball gowns and tuxedos.  The gowns were sewn to reveal, accentuate and support the women’s beautifully full breasts, while the men’s tuxedos seemed to consist of using chaps instead of pants.  Susan found herself thinking of those men and her exposed clit.  Leaning forward, she ground down into the leather creating a delightful little thrill up her spine.  

From the corner of his eye, Paul saw her grind her hips and smiled to himself.  She was a picture of perfection perched up there with the dildo up her ass.  He could tell it’s effects were not lost on her.  He felt his dick strain so hard it tapped his stomach with an uncontrollable twitch.  

Soon, all Susan could see from the torturous pedestal were were cocks she wanted to fuck.  Sure the women were beautiful and she thought all their breasts looked good enough to want to suck, but it was the cocks that she loved.  She felt the fluid between her legs gather and threaten to spill over onto the leather seat.   Oh, to be milking one of those big monsters while those hands milked her breasts.  She was positively aching with need. Her thoughts were consumed with the idea of being filled as strong hands worked her tits to release the flow of milk building there. 

Gazing at the patrons lining the path, Susan saw Mr. Copple turn and whisper to a masked brunette companion.  Susan blushed as she thought of him working a woman over with his cock—performing as a bull.  Susan imagined she could feel the stern man churning his dick deep inside her.  The power and thrill of reducing him to his most base needs excited her in a way all the butt-plugs in the world never could.  

Wrapped in the thoughts of coming encounters, her body was beginning to quiver in the saddle.  A thin sheen of sweat covered plush skin and made her glisten in the early evening light.  Wiggling slowly with the wagon’s rock, she felt herself moving closer and closer to orgasm.  The heat was rising from her delicate bud and it was turbo charged by the deep intrusion into her ass.  

Starting in her dangling toes, a jolt of electricity climbed her body, curling her toes and fingers and rolling her eyes to the back of her head. Her hardened nipples began to leak as streams of milk flowed down her body.  It was the fluid between her legs dripping down onto the platform that caused her to blush and try to pull her bound hands to cover her face. 

When a moan escaped Susan’s mouth, Paul turned around in his seat.  Seeing her state, he nudged the driver and then took another appreciative look.  His mounting desire for her was evident in both his lingering gaze and clearly erect penis.  “Feel free to enjoy yourself now, Miss, but it may be best to keep all that under wraps once we get to the castle.  The big boss can be a bit bossy about how the cows orgasm.  

It was as if he had thrown cold water on her. She immediately went to the anxiety of meeting the Big boss.  “It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like it, Paul.  It’s…well, it’s exciting, is all.”

“It certainly is.”  Paul brought his hand down on her shoulder as the wagon rocked them under the arch.

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I’ve enjoyed working with Kate, Bleu and Raul. Gotta say, having Party cross over for this one also brought a lot of joy. Party is just such a hoot (and don’t give that girl grenades). If you’re confused, check out Susan’s Horny Hucow Adventure II.

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“Who brought her in?” Anthony felt his cock hardening in his pants at the idea of such a sweet and innocent little heifer in his barn. He could feel his heart softening to her when he looked at her little figure. He felt the unusual urge to protect her from the cruelties and realities of hucow life and make her transition as gentle and soft as possible.

She was such a beautiful and soft creature. He admired how her black hair fell down her back in wavy rivulets, partially covering her massive breasts and hanging in front of her.

“Standard recruit from a hucow job fair we hold yearly on the property. Although she is unique in that she’s quite young for a hucow, Sir.” The manager flipped back a few pages and complained about her intake notes.

“Yes, sir, here it is,” he showed farmer brown the paperwork, “She’s a virginal 30-year-old hucow. It’s a rare treat. She has the maturity needed for this position yet has no experience.”

Farmer Anthony’s grin spread across his face. He leaned on the milking table before him and again considered Betty’s small frame.

“Poor thing. We shall have to do something about that. Have her delivered to bath number seven. Leave her file there for me, will you?:

“Sir. Right away.”

Within moments, Betty-Marie was led to the lavish bath. Even though she was surrounded by literal gold and elegance, she was nervous.

There were so many people; she didn’t know she would have this big audience when she was cleaned for the first time.

Betty Marie looked over to her left side, where two male attendants stood. These attendants were also naked; they held a medical gadget. She noticed the butterflies in her stomach begin to swirl around with nervous anticipation of what that equipment was for.

Looking to her right, she saw three female attendees.

“We are here to help you, miss. We understand this might be strange and uncomfortable for a new hucow, so we are here to help. All three women were naked, with neat little triangles of pubic hair adorning their mounds. All three wore collars with small bells attached to them, emitting a light jingle every time they moved. Two came forward and removed gently removed her clothes.

She wasn’t wearing much. Just her collar and a corset that helped hold up her enormous milk-filled breasts. The women’s sounds were all soft and soothing. They spoke in soft coos to each other as they removed her collar.

“Trust us, miss.” The blonde whispered to her as she rubbed her hands all over Betty Marie’s shoulders, massaging the low ache from her heavy load in front. “We are trained to help all Hucows learn to enjoy anal sex. Please, miss, relax; let us do what we need to do to make you the best hucow possible.”

Betty Marie recoiled at the mention of anal sex. She stuck out her bottom lip and felt it begin to quiver from fear and confusion. “But I’m a Hucow. I’m meant to be bred and milked. I’m not supposed to have anal sex. It’s, well, it’s wrong.”

The three girls all laughed, “I promise you. By the end of today, you will be convinced it doesn’t feel wrong. We know you will beg us to fuck your ass soon with the upcoming cleaning. It’s fine, darling. Now lay back and relax.”

Closing in on her, they all put their hands on her body. Hands were massaging her massive white mounds of fleshy breast, hands were rubbing her ears, shoulders, and back, and hands were pressing on her hips.

She felt the corset release and watched as her breasts began to droop from the lack of support.

“Well, that’s no fun.” The blonde remarked. Running her hands over Betty Marie’s breasts, she squeezed and manipulated while pinching and tugging at Betty Marie’s nipples. “Here,” using her fingers, she pinched Betty’s nipples and began lifting her heavy breast by them.

The reflection in the mirror looked absurd. Three women fawned over every inch of her body while one held Betty’s breast by the nipple. Twisting and turning her fingers, she made direct eye contact with Betty Marie and spoke, “I think we need to keep these more stimulated. Part of the problem is that you are not horny enough to beg for anal sex. For that reason, the masters have brought us here and told us we are not to leave until you are begging us to find a bull to fuck your ass properly. There is nothing like an orgasm there, and once you try it, you will become addicted and want it all the time.”

Betty sincerely doubted their enthusiasm for anal sex, but their soft hands and whispers of encouragement felt so good she relaxed her body and allowed herself to be pulled forward by her nipples toward the blond.

Before she leaned in to pull Betty Marie into a kiss, she felt the other two girls stop tickling her and lift her hair.

As the blonde’s kiss deepened, Bettye Marie felt her nipples tugging up further before her. A cold leather strap wrapped around her neck, and before the kiss ended, Betty felt chains dangling down her shoulders.

Breaking her kiss, the blonde leaned back and smiled at Betty. “This collar is special because it will lift your udders so we can best play with them and pump from them. As much as I like holding your pink little rosebud in my fingers, these do a much better job.”

The blond raised a nasty-looking pair of clover clamps. Betty Marie had a visceral reaction and covered her breasts with her hands.

The two women soothed her again. She was taking her arms and holding them down to the side. The brunette started nibbling on her ear. “Don’t worry, it only hurts for a second, and then, it’s bliss. Trust us.”

Betty Marie felt one finger work its way down to her sex. She didn’t know which woman it was, but she knew it was pure electricity when after circling her clit for a few seconds, she made direct contact with a firm hard press.

Just as her clit was pressed into her body, the blonde released the clamps onto Betty Marie’s upturned nipples. True to their word, it was bliss. Soon, the clamps were secured in place on her collar, and she looked down to see her breasts suspended by her nipples

Betty considered the electricity flowing from her crushed nipples through every erogenous zone in her body. She both hated and loved the clamps. Clover clamps tightened as they were pulled, so it was guaranteed to hold her breast in position. That part was good, but crushing the sensitive bud was the cost of that efficiency. That constant squeezing pressure made her cunt wet and clench in bright waves of lust.

Immediately, Betty felt the juices pool within her from the fire in her core. The constant tug from her milky nipples, now hanging from a collar around her neck, made her dizzy with desire.

The blond had taken to kissin’ the underside of her breasts to distract her from the bite of the clamp. There was also that finger working so expertly at her clit.

“Now, ladies.” The two men in lab coats chuckled as they set up the equipment, “Remember that she has to orgasm with Anthony. Any other orgasms are unnecessary.”

The redhead nuzzled Betty Marie’s neck and whispered, “They are all like that. Ignore them. The. Today’s most important thing is that we get you cleaned and feeling wonderful before your next session.”

“I know you are scared to have a gigantic cock in your ass. We’ve all been there. I’m hoping you’ll conclude, as we have, that some days you just need a good hard fuck in the ass. It’s a different kind of orgasm. It’s…well, it feels deeper.”

The other girls nodded as they led her to the lavish tub filled with lilac-smelling bubbles. Slipping beneath the suds, Betty Marie was only slightly disappointed that the clamps didn’t slip off.

Soon, the woman had her covered with lilac and rose soaps, scrubbing every part of her except her sex. They took her hands and arms and used loofas to softly exfoliate her skin, immediately following with scented oils to leave her skin feeling like silk. Her hair was gathered and lathered while she reclined; the women took their time and only stopped massaging her body when an attendant rang a small bell from the nook.

Suddenly, the woman became visibly excited, chittering and fussing over her to finish the business of cleaning her. Hurridly draping her in a soft white robe, they all made their way over to a lavishly set table.

At the head of the table was the same Mahogahy bull who had made notes about her during the intake exam on the examination table. As the women filed into the seats beside her, the bull gestured to her with his hand so she could join him at the head of the table.

She gingerly sat down next to him and waited by his side.

Taking a glass of champagne from a passing wait staff, the bull lifted his glass towards the women surrounding him. “To you, my dear. Welcome to McCreary farms.”

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Howdy, from the sick bed of Bessie Blanco.

Ain’t gonna lie. Spinal injuries are not joke. When they hit your ankle with that hammer and your foot does NOT jump, there’s a deep understanding that something is wrong with your body.

I had that experience three weeks ago. The only reason it’s relevent is that it has kept me from posting because I was in pain and discouraged with it and the entire world.

Last Tuesday I got a deep spinal injection. I am just now seeing some very small improvelments (like rolling over in my sleep and an ease of gait I’ve been lacking). I do not know if the injection will fix it, so I pray everyone’s patience with me and my current limitations.

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“Oh,” Mr. Purple’s face was firm as he seemed to chew on Susan’s words. “Well, I figured that since my farm was cows only, I’d bring them along to answer any questions you might have about our operation. I’m pretty sure they can make you cum pretty hard. Is that right, ladies?”

Both hucows were nuzzling his legs while sitting beneath him. They looked up and nodded obediently at his request.

“Oh, yes, miss.” The one in read pipped up, “We can show you exactly what you will enjoy at the farm.”

“Fair enough,” Susan placed the champagne glass on the table, “Since there are no bulls, how do you propose to make me orgasm? I’d love a demonstration so that I know for certain that my needs will be met.”

“I can understand that.” Blue began to rise and move toward Susan, “We have a simple process for virgin cows on the farm. They stay in the true definition of virginal. We have cows that have only seen Mr. Purple as an example of a human male! We keep them that protected and secluded so that their peace will not be disturbed by unwanted, well,” she used his hands to gesture at Mr. Purple’s crotch, “well, testosterone, as the sisters say.”

“Miss, we are very skilled,” Red spoke again. “We would love to show you what awaits you at our ranch.”

Susan nodded. Moving to the table of implements, Red and Blue huddled around the implements and discussed their strategy. Finally, after what seemed like an endless stack of minutes, they turned towards Susan, and both smiled, each holding a toy.

Susan shivered.

“Just lay back, my lady. Please allow us to take your pleasure from you.” Each was holding identical glass dildos in their hands. One end of the wand was thicker and had a distinctive bulbous head to it. The other end was thinner but ridged with thick bumps and waves. It looked delightful.

Susan did as instructed and laid back. The women both knelt beside her chest before they slowly started kissing her neck and shoulders. The teasing kitten kisses were electric in their delight. There was such a rush to being fawned over and made to cum, Susan reflected as they continued their work.

“Since we only have five minutes, miss, we are going to need you to relax,” the woman in Red leaned down and breathed the last word onto her right nipple while the woman in blue began to take up her station on Susan’s left.

Suddenly, the suction on both her nipples increased exponentially to the point it was almost painful. The two women had latched on and were using everything in their power to suck Susan’s soul out through her nipples.

Susan threw her head back and gasped when both simultaneously popped off, and she felt the cold air harden her buds.

Blue began using one hand to massage and play with Susan’s breast, while Red played with her other side.

“We will insert these now, Miss; please wait to bear down. The Master has a special surprise for you.” She put her hand on Susan’s sternum, pushed her back, and then held her there.

Each woman took a breast in one hand and a dildo in the other. Holding them up to the assistants for lube, they held them up to their Master. As they did, Susan looked over to see Mr. Purple stroking his dark thick cock. A bead of precum formed and quickly spread over his purple head as he watched the scene in front of him.

Susan felt as the heifers maneuvered each of the dildos at her openings. The one in her ass felt like they had used the thick end, but the one in her pussy felt much slimmer. Susan gasped as the women both pushed firmly at the same time, unrelentingly, until they had the dildos inserted to the desired length. Squirming and moaning, Susan felt herself clenching and moving her hips to get anything to touch her clit. Once Red and Blue seemed satisfied with the results, they motioned for more staff, and immediately, several pillows were stacked under Susan’s back so that she could see the grotto.

Mr. Purple was standing and moving to stand directly between her legs. Each woman had a looped arm around her thighs so that they could still press her pussy open and keep her from clenching. By putting their weight on her, they could even keep the rutting of her hips. Mr. Purple gave no hint of restraint as he cupped and massaged his balls while violently stroking his penis. Susan could see Master Jason standing at the back with the security staff. After meeting her gaze momentarily, he returned to his conversation with the staff.

When someone called out a two-minute warning, Susan heard one of the women whisper in her ear, “When we tell you to, bare down.” Susan nodded through the haze of a tidal wave of an orgasm building in her guts.

Both women began angling and moving the wands in and out of her holes. The bumps and ridges were deliciously rubbing the inside of her tight pussy. She couldn’t feel the details, but she could feel that it wasn’t smooth like the other toys they had used on her.

The woman working her ass began to angle the head of the dildo to Susan’s belly button while the rod in her pussy did the same thing but angled slightly back.

Susan’s eyes flew open when she felt her G-spot caught between the two devices. The women seemed to take this as the sign they were looking for because one started thrusting strictly at that angle into her ass, making sure to remove the bulbous head with each stroke so that Susan had to be pierced again and again, aggravating her tight ring. The woman working her pussy was not as aggressive; she was more firmly holding the toy, causing the toy in the back to do all the nudging while the toy in front trapped her swollen g-spot.

While holding the dildo in her pussy, Red looked up at Susan as she used her fingers to gently flick Susan’s swollen clit jutting out from behind her swollen pussy lips.

Blue kept up her assault on Susan’s ass while Red pressed Susan wider to get even more sensation direction to her fat clit. She was almost to her breaking point when the cow on the left commended her, “Now. Bare down, cow, and cum for us and our Master.”

Susan looked up to see Mr. Purple before her, vigorously tugging himself and getting close to completion. As soon as the first spurts of cum erupted from his cock, one of the women began to vigorously rub Sussans’ aching clit with delicious friction.

Susan came so hard she pushed both dildos out too fast for the women to catch them. They clattered to the floor as Susan heard the buzzer go off in the distance.

The women seemed surprised, and both knelt to lick Susan’s clenching hole to finish.

Soon, Susan felt Sweet kisses on her neck, bringing her out of her delicious orgasm haze. “We’d love to do that all day for you, miss. It will be your life if you come to live with us.”

As soon as Susan’s orgasm became a fond memory, Mr. Purple snapped his fingers, and the women withdrew and took their places in his arms. “I hope you consider our offer, my dear. I rather enjoyed that.”

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Last week, I read online about a conspircy theory going around some right-wing circles. I didn’t much listen to the theory, but I loved the name: Disease X.

Well, X ain’t so far from XX in my head so that was an easy jump and with the hucow/lactation library, I figured it was an easy mechanism to employ to do the plot in a new model.

What I didn’t expect was how quickly and how fluidly everythnig came out of me. I feel like I’ve got the smut pattern now and can hit the beats without having to go back and revise to get them in the right spots.

I packed a bunch of stuff in Disease XX and The Prince. It’s pretty much just a breeding story with stong hucow overtones, but I really like it and the characters introduced.

I’ll probaby put this one up for free soon, so if you’re not a part of KU, hang on and it will make the free ads before too long.

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Susan’s at it again!

After arriving in Paris and interviewing the hucows that kidnapping attempt, Party and Susan head out on the road to find their fellow hucows and pastries but end up in a ditch with very few grenades left in their petticoats. Luckily, Tiffany is on it and recording inventory while the group meets up with a new contact from the region named Chet. 

Chet informs the group that they’ll need to secure the phone local Oligarch if they want to figure out the best and safest way to bust up the nefarious gang. Luckily, this will require seducing him and keeping him busy while Master Jason copies his phone.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Susan is one of my favorite hucows of all time and I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing her. She’s just too much fun.

Anyway, enjoy the book!!

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Mary looked around the corner at the two men in the hay loft. Sweat was pouring from their bodies as they lifted the thick bails and stacked them so they had food for the horses for the coming winter.

It was early fall, and the air was sweet with the smell of hay and the two men’s pheromones. She had brought up drinks to help them cool off, but now that she was up here, she only found herself getting hotter.

Maybe this would be a great chance to have sex.

Simon leaned over and kissed Frank. Mary watched as the tender nibbles deepened. Soon, Simon was pushing Frank back against the haybale and exploring his mouth with breathy hard sucks and moans.

Mary reached down and began to stroke herself through her clothes. She loved the men, both of them. When she first came to the farm looking for work, they were nothing but polite and respectful of her. Eventually, Frank approached her for a date, and they courted. This was before she knew of Simon and Frank’s relationship.

They were lovers but were both bi and polyamorous. Both Simon and Frank had been looking for their unicorn. A heterosexual or bi-female to make their bond complete.

When Mary showed up, Frank and Simon hadn’t even considered approaching it with her. Theirs was a working relationship, after all. It wasn’t until Mary made a pass at Frank that the three sat down to discuss the situation and come to some ground rules, but after that had been hashed out, their physical, mental, and sexual health had undoubtedly gotten a boost.

A few years after forming their bond, they were more vital than ever. So when Mary accidentally interrupted the men in the barn, it wasn’t an unwelcome encounter.

“Are you two in here having fun without me?”

Simon was startled and looked up from kissing Frank. ‘Well, not on purpose, darling. Why don’t you get that pretty little ass over here and join us.”

Mary pulled up her top to reveal her massive breasts. Frank and Simon had not intended to be hucow farmers, but when Susan proposed making a little extra money on the side, the men jumped at the offer. Mary had applied serum that morning, so her size H tits hung low and leaked milk.

It looks like our cow needs milking, Simon. Let’s give her a hand.

The dark skin on Simon’s body passed through rays of sunshine and dust motes as he moved to get the milk bucket and stool. The sunbeams highlighted the sparkling sweat along his chest and abdomen. Mary knew she could about smell him from where she was, and it was driving her mad.

Simon reached over and used his finger to set the bell around her neck to swing. “Let’s do it right. Let’s milk and fuck our cow in the barn, partner.” He looked over to Franks’ approving grin. “I mean, that’s what’s supposed to be happening around here anyway, and it will be a nice break from chores.”

“Sure enough. Come here, Mary. Let’s get you into position.” Frank helped her remove her plaid farm shirt, exposing her enormous breasts to the cool fall air. Immediately, her nipples hardened. This was much to the bull’s approval, and they simultaneously rushed her and clamped their warm mouths around her leaking and hard nipples.

The sucking pulls, coupled with their exploring and playing hands, made a knot tighten in Mary’s belly. Before she let out a loud moan, Frank moved his hands to her clit and began to rub. Frank removed his mouth long enough to tell Simon, “I’m going to take her clit. You open her up with those big ol’ hands. Let’s make her cum before we put the milkers on her.”

As soon as Frank touched her clit with his warm, calloused fingers, her hips jutted forward to meet him. He pressed firmly until he had pinned her clit between his index and middle fingers. Once the little bundle of nerves was trapped there, he squeezed his fingers and watched as she lost control of herself and began dry-humping his hand.

”Better get those fingers into her quick, Simon. Baby girl is hungry tonight.” As soon as he had finished his words, Simon inserted one thin finger into Mary’s cunt. As soon as he was deep enough, he began searching for her ridge and g-spot. He could usually find it without issue, and sure enough, with two or three probes, he put his finger directly on her g-spot, and her entire body jumped three inches off the blanketed haybale.

“That’s the spot.” Frank laughed and went to kiss Simon. The two bulls joined mouths while their hands continued to massage and expose Mary’s pussy.

Mary, for her part, had not formed a coherent thought and was busy mentally preparing for one of the best orgasms of her life. She loved these sessions and knew this initial exploration was just their way of warming her up. Even as good as this felt now, it was going to feel even better when they finished with her and were fucking her.

Opening her mouth, Mary cried out, “Oh, oh. Keep going. I’m going to cum.”

”What do you say, Simon? She earned it yet?” Frank loved to tease her. Fortunately, Simon was almost always on her side.

”Of course she has. Look at these tits and all this milk. She’s the best little hucow on earth. Her pussy is so tight, it’s squeezing my finger like a vice grip. Let’s get her opened up so she won’t be too tight for my dick.”

”True. True.” Frank looked at Simon with adoration; he loved how his partner worked the woman up and fucked her. Frank liked fucking her too, but there was something about fucking Mary at the same time as his partner. It was beautiful. It was the perfect expression of balance in their relationship.

But that would stretch her, and to do that, the bulls needed to get her relaxed and content.

Frank began tugging at Mary’s clit with his fingers while Simon quickly inserted another finger and began stroking the ridged spot inside of her that made her eyes blind with pleasure.

When he put the third finger in, Frank moved down and placed his mouth over her clit and sucked like he was trying to remove venom from a wound.

Mary screamed her orgasm as her entire body clenched and spasmed around Simon’s hand.

”Holy fuck. She’s clamped down so hard she’s pushing me out.” Simon laughed, “If I didn’t put some pressure on her, she would have shot my hand out like a cannon. I can’t wait to get my dick in there.”

Frank removed his mouth and reached up to rub her still-leaking breasts. “So you want her pussy? I’d love to crack open her ass.” Both men turned their attention to Mary and her blissed-out state as she leaked and convulsed with aftershocks beneath them.

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I ❤ Susan.

It’s just a fact. Susan was my first hucow character when I started back in the day. That poor hucow has been through some stuff and changed a lot, in my mind.

When I was writing the first series Susan’s Humiliating Hucow Journey I got frustrated at one point with my plot. It just wasn’t going anywhere and I needed a vehicle for her to have some more gang bang time with rough looking characters.

So, out of the blue, writing one day, I kidnapped her. To this day, I have no idea why, but I did. That idea ended the chapter on that book, but it started an idea in my head for a hucow character who was not the one kidnapped, but the one solving the kidnapping.

It was a nice power twist. What if I could give Susan a gun? Ooh, what If I could also give her a super power that makes her enemies fall asleep after they have sex with her?

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The answers to all those what if’s are written into the first and second books for Susan’s Horny Hucow Adventure.

So, as stated above, this newest series is focused on what happens to super power endowed Susan and a team of crack “Sexperts.”

Together, they are off to Europe to solve a mystery involving various governments and nefarious hucow research.

Enjoy the first installment of Susan’s Horny Hucow Adventure this Saturday, March 9, 2024.

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Susan nodded as she felt her orgasm build. She used her toes to rock back and forth on her clit to worry the nub of nerves. As the fire built inside her core, she focused on the sensations of the gentle press against her tight ring, the strong mouths at her nipples, and the exacting pressure on her clit.  

“Her ass is contracting, boys. She’s gonna blow soon, keep it up, the man in the rear renewed his vigorous assault against her ass, using his finger to pry open her clenched hole.

“Yes,” Susan’s eyes rolled back as her orgasm built inside her and her entire being became about exploding with pleasure.

Suddenly everything stopped. The men were changing positions. Susan cursed at the lost crest but knew that if she kept going, she would be rewarded with an orgasm even stronger than before. the large black man maneuvered to her rear to deliver on his promise of fucking her ass.  

The redhead took up station in front of her and used his fingers to pinch and pull Susan’s breast up in front of her. He was not gentle and he continued to crush and roll her nipples even as he used her tits to tug her body forward so that her entire weight was on her clit. She could not resist the force he was using to pull her down by her tits.  

“Lift your feet, cow. when I fuck your ass, I want your clit to rub that board with every thrust.”  

Susan felt suspended between the two men. She looked into the redhead’s eyes and he gave her a smirk as he tightened his grip on her nipples. She yelped but got herself into check when she felt a cool finger press into her ass. As the digit made its way into her, she could feel the familiar pressure of an orgasm building within her. When his finger was as deep as it could go, he moved the tip of it down and pressed hard within her. 

Susan began to buck and writhe beneath him as he stimulated her g-spot from deep within her. All the while, the surfer dude was standing over her rubbing her back and gently pressing her into the board.  

“You gonna take this dick good, cow. If I see their feet hit the floor Imma take it out of your ass. Understand?” When he finished speaking, the surfer dude increased the pressure on her back and began helping her move in time with the dark man’s thrusts.  

Susan nodded as she lifted her feet up off the ground. Just as her last toe left the floor, she felt a thick cock pressing insistently at her asshole. The initial pressure felt like he would rend her in two, but after an impossible stretch, she felt the head slide past her tight ring. Her ass was stuffed, her clit was supporting her weight and being rubbed into the leather pad, while her tits were stretched out in front of her by her nipples.

Just then, her feet slipped from beneath her and she was pushed along the rail beneath her by the thrust of her bull. 

She screamed her orgasm as the triple sensation pushed her over the edge. Like falling from a cresting wave Susan saw bright light behind her eyes at the apex of her pleasure, then she fell into cozy darkness as her body unwound from her climax. 

“Shit. Her ass is clenching down on my dick so good. Damn, she came hard. Rich, lift her up so I can plant my cum in her deep.  

The surfer dude picked her up by her waist to get the pressure off her clit while the dark man buried his penis into her with the renewed vigor of a man chasing a nearby orgasm. Four, five, six thrusts later, he emptied his balls deep within her bowels.  

As she came down from her high she felt the men massaging and soothing her roughed-up body. They were lightly touching her and caressing her everywhere except her clit and nipples. Those they blessedly left free for the moment.  

As soon as the haze of the orgasm had been quenched, Susan looked to the men, only to find all of them sound asleep at her feet. “Huh,” Susan puzzled, “That’s the second time someone who’s had my milk has fallen asleep. I wonder if that’s why Jason and the Big Boss were so protective. There must be a huge market for milk that could actually induce sound sleep. The medical implications alone were staggering.”