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They had told Harper that they would next see her for her “afternoon milking” but as it turned out she had two further interactions with the guards before that time.
The first resulted from her masturbation. In times of stress and danger, the body often responds with the urge to breed, and so once Harper started touching her cunt, she found that every part of her responded with immediate and overwhelming arousal. She began to furiously rub her clitoris, moaning softly as she did, and despite the warning she had been given, within only a few minutes she found herself orgasming.
The response was swift and brutal. Within seconds of her orgasm, the guards were in the barn, opening her cage. Harper retreated across her cage, sitting in one corner, her legs against the metal walls, but one guard grabbed her legs and pulled them apart, and the other forced the cattle prod between them, until its tines were penetrating the entrance to her fuckhole, and then he discharged it one – two – three times.
Harper screamed the loudest she had ever screamed, and wet herself again, as her whole body shook and the sensitive muscles of her twat spasmed wildly in pain and shock. It was the worst thing she’d ever experienced, and she knew she would do anything to avoid experiencing it again.
And then the guards were gone, not having said a word to her. She knew what she had done. The cage was locked and she was alone again.
The second came a little later. Harper was curled in the corner of her cell, sniffling, wiping tears from her eyes even as part of her wanted to rub her pussy some more. Suddenly there came a sound from the stall next door.
“Mooo.”
It was quite clearly not a cow, but rather a human girl saying, “Mooo.”
“What’s your name?” whispered Harper. She couldn’t see any part of the girl due to the metal walls between stalls.
“Moooo,” said the girl again.
“This is insane,” Harper whispered. “We need to escape.”
“Mooo,” said the girl.
Harper lost her temper.
“Stop mooing!” she screamed. “You’re a woman, not a cow!”
That was all it took. Once again the guards returned, forced her legs open, and used the cattle prod on her twat three times. This time, in addition, one of them slapped her hard across the face twice, and the other punched her in the tits.
“Say thank you,” said the first guard.
“Thank you,” whispered Harper, crying again.
The second guard responded by using the cattle prod on her cunt again, Harper shrieked and kicked.
“Say thank you,” said the first guard.
“Moooo,” sobbed Harper.
The guards left, satisfied.
When the girl in the next stall mooed again after they had left, Harper mooed back, and that seemed to silence her.
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When they came for Harper’s “afternoon milking”, they opened the door to her cage to reveal a short wooden ramp leading up to a metal table, a little under a metre in height. Therer were thin lines in the metal surface on the end nearest Betsy.
“Get up on the table, Betsy,” said one of the guards.
Harper crawled out of the cage, and once she was past the limiting mesh ceiling, she rose unsteadily to her feet.
One of the guards immediately moved forward and applied his cattle prod to her breast. Harper shrieked, clutched her tits, and fell to the ground.
A figure stepped forward, and Harper saw it was the farmer’s daughter, Katy. The beautiful willowy blonde gave Harper what would have been, under other circumstances, a kind smile.
“Cows don’t walk on two feet unless they’re doing tricks, Betsy,” she said. “If we want you to do tricks, we’ll tell you. Be a good cow and crawl.”
Harper opened her mouth, either to argue or to swear at the pretty bitch, but she remembered the feeling of having her cunt shocked with the cattle prod, and closed it again.
Reluctantly, she crawled up the ramp and onto the table.
Once she was on all fours on the table, the guards wrapped leather straps around her wrists, her ankles, and just beneath her knees. Her legs and hands were pulled apart to the edges of the table, and then secured firmly in place.
Next the guards swung up a pair of metal rods from the end of the table where her head was. These turned out to connect to her collar, and once they were in place Harper found she couldn’t move her head, or even turn it to the side. She was fixed looking in a particular direction.
The guard reached out and grabbed Harper’s nose, pinching it shut. When she opened her mouth to breathe, they popped a metal ring in that sat just behind her teeth. It was a ring gag, and they fastened it behind her head. She found she now couldn’t close her mouth or bring her teeth together.
Katy pulled up a stool and sat beside her. On the stool, Katy’s head was level with Harper’s back.
“That’s a good girl, Betsy,” said Katy. “Can you moo for me?”
Harper didn’t want to moo.
One of the guards raised his cattle prod.
“Mooooo!” shouted Harper, as best as she could through the ring gag. It came out garbled – but that only made it sound somehow more cow-like.
“Good girl,” said Katy with genuine approval. She looked up at the guards. “I think we’ll try the new brain device on this one first, when it comes in.”
“Yes, miss,” said one of the guards, nodding.
Katy then pulled one of Harper’s tits sideways, lowered her head, and sucked on the nipple.
Harper blushed, and she would have kicked and tried to pull away had she been able to move any part of her body. She couldn’t believe this bitch was *sucking* on her *tits*. Like a lesbian. Harper couldn’t believe that she was in this position.
Katy sucked for a while, then released Harper’s breast.
“No milk yet,” she said, “but we’ll get you there in time, Betsy. I think you’ll be a very good milker.”
She stroked Harper’s breast, and flicked her finger over the nipple.
“Now, sometimes we use milking machines,” she said, “but I prefer to hand-milk the cows whenever I can, particularly the new ones. It’s so much more intimate. Are you excited to be milked, Betsy?”
Harper was *not* excited, but Katy clearly wanted an answer.
“Mooo,” she said again.
“Of course you are,” smiled Katy. “It’s going to feel *so good*, Besty. I mean, actually, it will hurt a lot, and the part of you that still thinks it’s a person is going to find it embarrassing and think you’re being violated. But you’re a *cow*, Betsy, so you can’t *really* be violated. And over time you’re going to come to enjoy pain in your udders. You’re going to realise that pain is the natural state of a cow’s udders. So that will be good, won’t it?”
Harper shook with fear.
“Mooo,” she said, trying to convey how little she wanted any of this.
“Now, while I milk you, these nice men are going to give you your daily sperm injection,” said Katy. “One in your mouth, for nourishment, and one in your pussy, for breeding. Your father says you’ve been on birth control, but we won’t be giving you any more of that, so you should be nicely fertile in no more than a month. Won’t it be fun to feel a new baby cow growing in your belly, Betsy?”
Harper mooed again, in terror and distress.
“That’s right,” said Katy.
She nodded at the men. “You can begin.”
The guards unzipped their pants, and pulled them down, along with their underwear, and stepped out of them. Each had a large, erect cock (although Harper could only see the one in front of her).
The man near Harper’s face stepped up, and gently guided his cock into Harper’s mouth. There was absolutely nothing Harper could do about it. She couldn’t turn her head, and she couldn’t close her mouth. She felt the tip of his dick rest on her tongue, and tasted the salty flavour of his pre-cum. Then he pushed deeper, and she felt him penetrate her throat, and she started to gag.
He held his cock there a little, and let her gag, and then pulled back to allow her to recover. When she had her breath, he pushed into her again.
At that point, she felt another cock probing at her pussy. A hand came down and spread some kind of lubricant over her pussy lips – although she was still embarrassingly wet, and hardly needed it. And then the cock poked at her fuckhole, before pushing in, invading her cunt and filling her with dick.
Harper screamed around her mouthful of cock. She was being raped – in two holes at once. She was losing her *virginity*, to men whose names she didn’t even know. She was having unprotected sex while tied to a table in a barn. And there was literally nothing she could do to stop it.
She wondered how the man behind her had gotten access to her pussy, and remembered the lines she had seen in the table. Clearly that end had a part that detached or folded out to allow the man to stand between her legs and push his cock directly into her.
“Good girl,” said Katy, as the man in front of Harper pushed his cock into her throat again.
At some point the gag reflex in Harper just switched off, and her throat relaxed and accepted that a cock was going to fuck it. Meanwhile the muscles in Harper’s pussy were squeezing intensely, desperately trying to push the cock there out of her, but they seemed to be only increasing his pleasure, and he began to thrust into her in long, slow strokes.
During this, Katy lifted a bucket and put it under Harper’s tits. Then she reached out, grabbed Harper’s closest breast in two hands, and began to squeeze.
Harper screamed again. Katy made no effort to be gentle. It felt like her breast was being crushed between rolling pins. Katy grabbed high, and squeezed down hard, palpating Katy’s nipple with the fingers of the other hand, trying to massage out milk that wasn’t even there. She squeezed, and she squeezed again, and each squeeze was agonising.
Harper felt herself start to cry as the two men raped her face and twat and the pretty girl tortured her breasts. It was painful and humiliating and violating in equal measure.
And then, to make it worse, she orgasmed. She felt her cunt squirt a small amount of liquid as her whole body shuddered, and pleasure ran through her.
She thought the men might come soon afterwards, but they proceeded in a measured, controlled way, pacing themselves, not allowing themselves to reach climax yet. Katy kept squeezing Harper’s tit until Harper thought she might pass out from the pain – and then she released it, and began again on Harper’s other breast.
“Moooo,” Harper screamed around her mouthful of dick. “Moooooo.” Surely someone would see how upset she was, and stop to check on her.
But they didn’t. And soon Harper found herself orgasming again. What was wrong with her? Why was she cumming from this? What kind of a slut was she? Was her stepfather right? Was Farmer John right? Did she belong here?
And then, finally, the cock in her mouth twitched, and her mouth began to fill with salty sperm.
“Swallow,” said the man warningly, and Harper obeyed, swallowing every drop of his seed, and sucking on his softening cock for more.
And a few moments later she heard the man behind her grunt, and realised that he had orgasmed too. Soon afterwards she realised she could feel his sperm beginning to drip from her pussy – but before much could escape, the man applied a piece of what felt like duct tape to her twat, sealing it closed and trapping the semen inside her.
And with that, Katy finally released Harper’s tit.
“Good girl,” said Katy. “Now, in a moment we’re going to take that ring gag off you. And when that happens, I’m going to sit in front of you, and you’re going to thank me for milking you. And you’re going to explain why it was necessary and appropriate for this to happen to you and why you deserved it. You can use human words for this task. And when you are done you are going to moo to show that you are done with human words.”
She leaned in close and said, “You are going to be convincing, Betsy. If you are not sufficiently convincing on your first try the man behind you is going to push his cattle prod into your anus and then discharge it seven times.”
Harper’s tears intensified at the sheer terror of the image Katy had conjured.
Katy moved to sit in front of Harper, and then delicately removed the ring gag.
“Thank you,” said Harper immediately. “Thank you for milking me, miss. I needed to be milked because I’m not a person, I’m a cow. I’ve been… I’ve been a bitchy brat and I deserved to… to be raped and… be treated like the cow I am. I needed this because I thought I was a person and I’m not.” She paused, and then added, “Moooo.”
Her words were only barely coherent through her tears, but Katy seemed to understand, because she smiled happily.
“Good girl, Betsy,” she said.
And then she leaned forward and kissed Harper on the lips.
Harper was so shocked that it didn’t occur to her to bite Katy. She just let it happen, and let Katy’s tongue push into her mouth, and let Katy moan happily as she kissed her new pet cow.
And then the kiss was over.
“All done,” said Katy. “Put Betsy back into her cage, will you? And you can let her out again for feeding time.”
And with that, Katy rose and left the barn, leaving the guards to force a shaking, crying Harper back into her cage, where she could clutch her abused tits and think about the rape-sperm now filling her pussy and belly.
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