Daisy was a human hucow with a problem -- she desperately needed to be milked, but the farm she had been living on had recently changed hands, and it was clear that the new owner had no intention of becoming the next farmer.
Almost a month had now elapsed since the sale. In that time her hucow friends had all found other farms, but Daisy had been more particular -- she hadn't wanted to be a nameless face in a sea of obedient cows, she wanted to matter to somebody -- and for that somebody to push her to endure and enjoy the longest, strongest milkings she could possibly take. Essentially, she wanted to be someone's personal plaything, but there were currently too many hucows and not enough farmers, so her hopes of fulfilling her fantasy were fading by the day.
About a week after the farm had changed hands Daisy had snuck back to use the abandoned milking machine for a blissful moment of relief. But then the construction had started, and, with so many workers around, she hadn't dared try to use the equipment since.
Although the remodel had been relatively quick, it was now weeks since Daisy's last proper milking, and the hand pumps she had been getting by with were no longer practical. With the renovations now complete, she had therefore decided to risk another nighttime visit to the farm.
The farm looked completely different -- while there were still hay bales in the fields, they were now arranged into racing tracks, and the stables had been converted into garages. The charming old farmhouse had also undergone some modernization changes and now looked quite out of place in the country. In fact, the only as-yet-unaltered section was the milking shed, and Daisy had it on good authority that that was soon to be repurposed as well.
Daisy glanced around and bit her lip -- could she really do this again? Sneak down to the shed and milk her aching tits? If the new owner had been a farmer she might have asked him to take pity on her, but he was a city boy, and a racer at that. He would just ogle her jugs and maybe offer to milk her himself, when what she needed was the inescapable industrial milking of an unyielding machine.
She whimpered slightly at the thought and clutched her tits protectively, but she knew that it was the only thing that would ease the unrelenting ache.
Last time she had left a fresh pint of milk on the city boy's doorstep by way of payment, this time she suspected it would be much closer to two.
Sucking in a deep, determined breath she hurried down the driveway. She was pretty sure the city boy didn't sleep on site, but she would still feel better when she was away from all the windows.
She slipped inside the shed and closed the door behind her, turning on the lights to illuminate the almost clinical-looking insides of the facility. She had fond memories of her time here -- of the way the farmer had hooked her up and fucked her silly while the machine had pumped her dry. But it had been expensive to keep such a small farm running, and, with rising costs and falling demand, he had ultimately been forced to sell up.
She tapped through the touchscreen console. Last time she had been careful with the settings, wanting to be quick and quiet. But this time she felt far less cautious -- she was too desperate!
Glancing around a little self-consciously she pulled off her top before gingerly removing her swollen tits from her bra. She then shimmied out of her jeans and panties -- in the absence of a farmer, she definitely planned on making use of the optional dildo attachment!
"Machine will start in one minute." The computerized voice was calm and clinical.
With one last look toward the door, Daisy climbed up onto the bench and backed up against the dildo.
As it pressed against her slick entrance she half closed her eyes with a moan, suddenly desperate for the deep fucking she knew it could give.
She continued to crawl back until the dildo was all the way inside, grinding up against the base in wanton need.
"Machine will start in thirty seconds."
Daisy swallowed nervously as she carefully lowered her swollen tits into the large suction cups beneath her and locked everything into place. She was now completely at the mercy of the machine -- and it wouldn't release her until it had finished her long over-due milking. She squirmed in excitement -- this was what she craved.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." As the computer counted down Daisy could feel her pussy slicken in excitement -- she was about to be milked, hard, and she couldn't wait!
The machine whirred into action and, to her surprise, shackle-like cuffs slid closed over her wrists and ankles. She squirmed in arousal, nervously excited at her unexpected inescapable bondage -- it would certainly make it easier to take her milking, as she now had absolutely no other choice!
Next, the suction cups pulled tight around her breasts. Daisy moaned. The heady strength of the suction on her tender breasts felt almost too good.
She waited eagerly for the relief of the first squirts of milk from her aching tits, but instead two clamps sprang closed over her large nipples.
"Ah-a-a!" Daisy gasped, panting through the intense pain as her hard nipples were firmly crushed between the unyielding jaws of the clamps.
However, the vicious bite of the clamps was momentarily overshadowed by the horrifying realization that if they machine kept sucking now, her over-full breasts would be firmly pumped with no relief for the whole duration of her milking! She stared down at her clamped nipples -- surely this was just a feature to make her squirt really hard? Yet, the more she looked, the more she suspected that the machine had no control over their removal, only their placement.
She tried to extract her hands from the cuffs but only succeeded in jiggling her tender breasts. She whimpered slightly.
The suction got stronger and she looked over at the console in horror. "Stop! Halt! Release!" she shouted, hoping to find a voice command to override its actions.
"Clamps in place. Milking will now commence."
"No, what? Are you crazy?!" Daisy yelled, straining against her bondage as though she might suddenly gain super-human strength and be able to pull free. But the metal wouldn't budge a single inch -- she was trapped.
The dildo started to shunt its way inside her and she groaned in lust. The deep suction on her tender breasts felt too good to deny.
"Increasing suction."
Daisy whimpered as the machine tried to coax her milk out from behind the unbudgeable clamps.
"Increasing suction."
Daisy started to pant, hard. The increasingly firm massage over her aching tits felt painfully good, and the blazing pain in her nipples only seemed to add to her pleasure.
"Increasing suction."
Daisy moaned loudly, thrashing her head as the dildo pumped faster. Her pussy was now making a sticky slurping noise with each deep thrust as her breasts jiggled wildly beneath her.
"Maximum suction required."
Daisy panted as her tits were compressed as tight as they would go. She was now too turned on to think straight as the powerful pump continued to try and draw out her milk from her throbbing nipples.
The tip of the dildo inside her started to vibrate and Daisy's eyes glazed over as it stimulated her insides in a way that turned her thoughts to mush.
As it continued to buzz inside her sodden pussy, she was suddenly aware of the unmistakable sound of a racing car pulling up outside. She could hear a man's voice. "I know you're in there! And I'll give you one chance to get out -- if you stay, you're mine for the night!"
She frantically tried to escape, but it only served to highlight how completely trapped she was. She was fully at the mercy of the machine -- and of whoever it was outside.
The door opened and she hid her face as much as she could, whimpering as the wicked machine continued to lewdly take her regardless of the onlooker.
She heard footsteps and then a hand was on her chin, roughly pulling her flushed face up toward his. "Looks like I finally caught my mysterious midnight milker!" He reached beneath her and firmly squeezed her tits through the suction cups, groping her like it was his right. The casual confidence with which he grabbed her made her feel gooey inside.
His grip got tighter. Tighter and tighter against the skin-tight cups until Daisy was positively gasping for air.
The pressure caused her trapped nipples to throb even more painfully and she shook her head in dismay. No farmer had ever taken such liberties with her swollen tits, yet, intense though it was, she was now wetter than ever.
He chuckled slightly at her mixed reaction and let go. "I always thought it would be no fun to hurt a masochist..." he moved his fingers to the clamps and twisted them hard. She grunted in pained desire, "...but it turns out they're even more fun to torment because pain still hurts, but they crave it..." He tugged down firmly on the twisted clamps, unseating them slightly so that they now pinched painfully over even less skin.
Daisy whimpered pitifully but there was no denying her deep arousal at his wicked actions.
He chuckled and idly flicked the dangling clamps. It seemed like an almost trivial action, yet the throbbing agony it elicited made her thrash and squeal like a wild thing, her body unable to process the painful pleasures his fingers were producing.
The dildo was still fucking her full throttle, the buzzing tip vibrating against her secret inner spot, and Daisy suddenly realized that she was mere seconds from orgasm.
The man smiled and stepped back, unashamedly watching the bound girl as she wantonly ground up against the dildo despite herself, too desperately in need of the rush of orgasm to try and hide it from the stranger.
She wanted to look away, yet somehow his eyes transfixed her, leaving her staring up at him as she approached her orgasm at lightening speed.
"That's right, hucow -- cum for me." As he spoke he pulled the clamps free from her nipples.
Pain blazed hotly through them as blood rushed back in. Daisy was panting hard now, her attention fully focused on the exquisite agony in her tender tips.
The suction pulled at them mercilessly, sucking her nipples down the tubes as the first of her milk finally began to spurt.
Her body tensed for a second, and then she was bucking like an animal, her breasts bouncing beneath her as the dildo continued to pummel inside.
