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A Cattle Girls Adventure: Escaping Fate
By Mr. Friendly
Summary: Imagine a land where big busty cattle girls roam free, well that is not really the case here. In this land cattle girls have been recognized for their nutritious milk and pleasurable qualities among the humans. So follow along on an adventurous journey through this depraved sexual land as we find out just what lies in store for the cattle girls.
Tags for these chapters: Milking, Milk Machine, Cattle Girl, Cow Girl, Sexual Acts, BDSM, Bondage, Submissive, Dark Fantasy, Girl on Girl, Boy on Girl, Captured,.Asphyxiation.
I highly recommend that you read the pdf version that you can get for free since it also includes drawn image in between the story:
This is the BDSM version and not the horror version.
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Chapter 1
Out in the countryside, in a sizable but slightly rugged barn, lived a girl. She wasn't a typical human girl, actually, she wasn't a human at all. She belonged to a species who had inhabited this land long before the humans had arrived to domesticate them. The humans identify her kind as cattle that they determined are an evolved form of bovines, while the humans themselves are evolved from a type of ape.
Despite that, they mostly resembled each other, but for some reason, the humans seemed to have a hard time seeing it. They were always more focused on the clear distinctions between the species. Like the two tiny and elegant dark horns peeking out from the sides on top of the girl's forehead, and of course, her ears that are slightly pointier and covered in a type of fur. At last, the third and most noticeable thing about cattle girls are their humongous breasts that even in their modest sizes make watermelons seem puny.
The cattle girl in question has lived on this farm her entire life and even with the features listed above, both humans and other cattle have called her gorgeous. To that, I couldn't agree more. Her well-rounded and curvy shapes attracted the eyes of everyone who had her insight.
She was also covered with a creamy white skin that appropriately showed off what could be found inside her gigantic and meaty bosoms, which wasn't even near modest.
This tied together with her wavy honey-colored hair that reaches all the way down over her shoulders made her into something that could undoubtedly be visually consumed. At least that is what I hope people would say because you see the most important and absolutely best thing about her is that she is me.
The humans on the farm have raised me and taught me nearly everything I know while offering me protection from all the dangers of the outside world, where evil scary beasts lurk around every corner and are ready to snatch up any wide-eyed cattle girl who happens to wander by. Therefore, I was thrilled when I finally came of age and could repay them for their kindness, as I was selected to join the milk squad. Now, for four years, I have shared this barn with around two hundred other cattle girls. At least I have heard that there are around two hundred. I only get to see a sprinkling of that number when I am out in the field during break time.
Mostly I'm in my own private stall, but it doesn't get lonely because opposite me is my closest friend or stallmate as we have come to call it. Her name is Seara, and just like me, she is a stunning specimen, but contrary to me she has long and lustrous straight black hair with a more caramel tanned skin complexion that covers her voluptuous body. Her rump is a bit fuller than mine though, but my breasts are slightly bigger, so it doesn't matter. Speaking of me, I was given the name, "Spitzy!"
"Mmh, what?" I wearily asked and opened my dozing eyes.
"Can you maybe moan a bit louder!?" Seara provokingly shouted out to me.
"Sure!" I said and swiftly decided to let out some even louder lustful moans to tease her. "Ooooowh, Yeeaas! Aaawh, Mmh that's the stuff!."
Seara produced a dismal exhale in acknowledgment. "Just shut up already, you blissed out cow... How can you even be moaning so loud when you sleep?"
"I wasn't sleeping, I only rest my eyes when I'm relaxing." I corrected her. Truthfully, I may have drifted off, but she didn't need to know that. She would only tease me for it, but how can anyone not feel relaxed when emitting all these fluids.
"Sure you were," Seara said, while a snide smile formed on her face. "So besides pushing you to ecstasy, how is it going?"
"It's great! My milk has never flown better." I boosted to her while reaching out my chest as I gently swung my torso to make my bust jiggle from side to side with some fleshy smacks as they bounced into one and another.
Speaking of my breasts attached to them were two large see-through suction cups placed over each of my stiff rosy nipples. The cups rapidly pulsate on and off, making it feel like someone was firmly tugging on my nipples. This flexing suction force also made my breasts wiggle as if someone was intensely massaging them. I assume it's to keep them stimulated while the milk courses within.
It's kinda like when I was younger and we had this big celebration on the farm where I helped decorate the cake with a piping bag. First, I gently squeezed it, but the opening was too tight. So I took the thick bag and gently stroked my fingers downward. I did it over and over again, a little harder each time, and then with a sploosh, all the creamy filling sprayed out.
The milk machines reminds me of that, only this time it's me or rather my breasts that are the over-packed piping bags and they don't stop spraying once they get going.
"I think I might break my record today." I then informed Seara.
"Well, good for you then." Seara said with another snarky tone.
"Is something wrong?" I wonder since she was way more testy than usual.
"No... Or maybe." She then gazes off to the side, and I could tell she was embarrassed.
"It's my breasts. They have produced less and less milk each day and my nipples feel sore after the long milking passes." She revealed to me with the gloomiest expressions I have ever seen her produce.
"That's no good..." Was all I could say. I mean, what else was there. It's not as if I knew how to fix it. It would be best if she would notify the humans since they know so many remedies for things, but I wanted her to feel better now.
"Maybe you only need a sturdy breast massage to get the milk flowing again," I said to her with an inviting wink.
This made her giggle. "Oh yeah, that doesn't sound too bad. Are you volunteering?" She asked me.
"Of course!" If only I could, I thought and yanked my arms forward, but they didn't flinch out of position. "Only one minor problem. I seem to be a bit stuck at the moment."
"Is that so?" Seara sarcastically said and finally sounded a bit more spirited.
You see, we are in fact sealed to our spots, as we always are during stall time. Our arms are tightly restrained behind our backs with a pair of metal cuffs attached to our wrists. These cuffs are, in turn, attached to a pole that is anchored to the ceiling above us. Its height forces us to lean forward and kneel. It may sound unpleasant and truthfully, it took some time to get used to it. However, all the restraints are padded with a soft fabric for our comfort, and the floor is covered with hay to make it easier for our knees. So the humans have tried their best to make us comfortable good.
The last restraint, though, is different and strapped around our necks. One of its features is that it can help us relieve some strain from our arms by holding our torso up, but what is most interesting about it is that it is much looser than the other restraints. That is of course unless we struggle and move around too much because then it rapidly contracts. This, in turn, makes it more and more challenging to breathe, until we pass out that is. Truthfully I don't mind it. I know it's good for the milk production if a cattle can be calm and hang loose during milking, and my body always feels more limber after it has been activated. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I can't help it and I make it go off on purpose, especially when my caretaker gives me my special rewards. It's just so intense, yet relaxing at the same time.
Speaking of caretakers, this is when I heard someone approaching from down the hall and I was sure of who it was.
"Hi there, who has been a good milker today?" My caretaker, Alex asked me as he came into view. He is a rather tall human male and wore his normal working clothes, which is a red t-shirt and cap that both have the label A's Dairy Dishes on them.
I have thought about what the label could stand for and I'm guessing that it means our milk or dairy, as humans also seem to call it, was good enough to be its own dish. The A thought, I'm still not entirely sure about, but anyway I responded to his question with "Me!"
"Is that so, well let's have a look then, shall we." He said as he walked over to the machine next to me. He proceeds to inspect it and the canisters within it. Four of the chilled canisters were filled to the top with my milk from today's session and I have just started on my sixth.
"Four gallons in the morning shift! You have been a superb little cow." He said and walked back to me. He bent down and grabbed a firm grip of one of my tits. I couldn't help but squirm as more milk sprayed out of it.
Then he took a hold of the suction cup attached to my nipple and pulled it loose with a pop. Now the pressure was gone, but my nipples were still dripping milk all over the floor. That is when he leaned over and put his soft lips around one of them and gently sucked on it.
His mouth is much warmer than the suction cups and a lot more attentive to my nipple, to the degree that I can't help myself, but to whimper out of pleasure. He clutched his hand onto my tit and kneaded it, so a spray of milk landed on his tongue and this always turned my whimpers into squeals.
"You like that, don't you?" He said as he released it and I could only nod in agreement.
He treated my other tit in the same manner, with the suckling, the licking, and the squeezing. Once he finished, he raised himself up to ruffle the hair on my head.
"You taste as sweet as ever, my honey-covered Spit-cake. Maybe if I give you your special treat now, you will keep doing well the rest of the day?" He said while quickly scouting across the hall outside and I knew just what was coming and my entire body filled up with a roaring fire.
"Yes, I will make ten gallons before the day ends!" I exclaimed to him and he chuckled.
